Thirty-four Fires Set [action]

[mr_fahrenheit]

*You will find Pyro in the park in the middle of the night, leaning back on his hands and smoking. He's likely drunk, too, but is mostly agreeable...for now. He's very calm at the moment, looking at the stars. It's like reliving the days when he was homeless...except now he has a home to go back to.

Feel free to come up to him and ask him what the fuck he's doing out here.*

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[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Miakis can't sleep, so she's out here too, hoping a walk will make her a little less restless. She raises her eyebrows with surprise at the sight of Pyro, smiles, and sits down next to him. 8D]

I was wondering if you were still stuck here.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Well, that makes him double take.*

...Holy shit. You're, uh, you again.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Yup! Mayfield just couldn't keep me away~ Miss me?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...After the last "wife" I had, yeah.

*He looks into his crumpled pack of cigarettes.*

Want one?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Did you manage to get married to someone more annoying than me? I'm impressed!

[She glances at the cigarettes and considers the offer for a moment, but eventually shakes her head.]

No thanks~

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Not by choice. At least you weren't throwing yourself at me constantly.

*He pulls another out for himself and lights it.*

Suit yourself.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, nope, sorry, you're not really my type!

[She snickers and stretches her arms.]

What are you doing out here at this hour, anyway? I'd rather be sleeping...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...And you're not mine.

*Like hell he's going to mention Olivier.*

Not sleeping. Insomnia.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Clearly not.

Insomnia?... Yuck, that sounds familiar~ Got a lot on your mind, I take it?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Sort of. Mostly I just don't sleep a lot.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Hello there Pyro, have some company. A white cat joins you on the bench, looking for attention. His owner is somewhere nearby, looking for him.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Oh hey, kitty. Pyro likes kitties. He reaches over to pet him.*

What're you doing here, little fella?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[The cat is more than happy to be pet. He purrs at you.

Meanwhile, his owner comes out of the shadows, down the path towards you. He slows down his approach when he sees who's on the bench.]

Ah, there you are Watson. Um. I uh, hope he's not bothering you.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He's too drunk to care about Crowe at the moment.*

...Nope. I like cats.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He's not as nervous as he usually is... but that doesn't mean he trusts you, either.]

Oh. Good. He keeps getting away from me lately. I think he's just... an outdoory type. I guess he fits as my pet, then...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...He's cute, at least.

*Yep. Kitty's making him less irritable.*

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He gives you an unsure smile.] He is. A girl in town randomly gave him to me. Len was her name. She was handing them out like gifts, I think.

[Bites lip.] Did you, ah, ever have pets before? This is my first one...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...That's a weird gift.

*He's quiet for a little bit.* I had rabbits.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I thought so too, but... I'm glad. He's a great pet.

Rabbits, eh? A friend of mine has one. Back home. [He smiles a bit more. The thought of a guy like Pyro with pet bunnies was entertaining.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*A little shrug.*

I didn't have one on base with me, but I wanted to. I think I might go buy a rabbit from the pet store.

*Yeah, he's kinda babbling.*

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[H-hey this is the most pleasant Crowe's seen this guy, so it's kind of relieving.]

Sounds like a good idea. I don't know if anyone will be handing them out door-to-door anytime soon. [He chuckles softly.]

[on-a-yoyo.livejournal.com]

[What's up, drunk guy, there's a cowboy doll strolling passed you, and he seems really nervous and/or frustrated. Usual Woody emotions.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*That's a double take. Pyro clearly thinks he's been drinking too much.*

...I'm hallucinating.

[0n-a-yo-yo.livejournal.com]

[He jumps when you notice him, but relaxes.]

Yeah, I get that a lot...

Do you know which way Nelson Street is?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Yep. He's just going to blink and stare for a moment.*

... No, really, am I hallucinating? Nelson is that way. *He points.*

[on-a-yo-yo.livejournal.com]

Uh, thanks.

And you're definitely not hallucinating! I'm a cowboy doll.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

... Fuck, I'm never drinking again.

[on-a-yoyo.livejournal.com]

Look, is it really that much of a stretch to say a toy can talk? There are living nations here, pal.