[voice]

[maddest]

Bored.

Who wants to burn things?

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Who, me?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

You've felt my lungs.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Then I'm a better liar than I thought.

[thelightbringer]

Yes, you are.

[A vague sort of smile.]

Or you're better prepared than the rest of us.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

It isn't uncommon, to know fear.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Mostly kindling!

[thelightbringer]

You've learned to live with it.

[bunny_flower]

Yes, you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

And so must you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Never.

[bunny_flower]

Ara ara, I do know you a little now, Break-san.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Will you join us?

[saucey]

I'll definitely be there.

[expunger]

[She turns away slightly and holds up her hand where he can't see it. Flexing it, studying. Noting the slight glow of bleeding Grace from veins beneath her vessel's skin.]

Today I would welcome them.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Lucifer is terrified for you.

[thelightbringer]

[How Lucifer hates hearing things he doesn't want to acknowledge as truthful.]

And step one is...?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[x,y coordinates. He's there making s'mores.]

[peacocking.livejournal.com]

For a campfire? Or something bigger possibly?

[expunger]

[She stops and looks at him. Of course he knows already. Naturally.

It doesn't irritate her as it should.]

Terrified. [Flatly. Lucifer and fear are still difficult concepts to reconcile, even in the face of evidence.] Why?

[bunny_flower]

Maybe later on, yes.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He sends coordinates, just in case.]

[saucey]

[Yeah, you won't be able to get rid of Sasuke for a while. Tyki got him to love s'more :|b]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He puts the kettle on.]

How often do any of you need to face something truly unknown? You assess risks, consequences, possible outcomes... but he has no experience with anything like this.

[expunger]

[Unusually for her, she doesn't remain standing or inspect anything. In fact, the way she sits down is more of a flop, like she's exhausted and needs the chair to hold her up.]

I do not dread what I might lose. I dread what I might keep.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

We're starting with a campfire, and seeing where the day takes us.