Jag sat down across from him and took a sip of his Guinness before wiping the foam off his upper lip. Then he leaned on the table, and propped his hand up against the tabletop, to hide what he was about to do from view of everyone else. He called forth a small flame and let it dance behind the cover of his hand. "Fire. I do fire."
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Date: 2015-11-18 12:22 am (UTC)