ᅠ ᅠ 𝒃͟𝐮͟𝐫͟𝐧͟𝐢𝐜𝐞. ⟢ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ anything that you 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, ㅤ𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝑭͟𝑰͟𝑹͟𝑬 ﹗ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ𝐗̲𝐗̲𝐈̲𝐈̲.ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋. ㅤUSERNAME : 火花 ㅤㅤ

ㅤ ⠀⠀ i 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 for a ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒍𝒐͟𝒏͟𝒈 𝒕𝐢͟𝐦͟𝐞. i 𝐰𝐨͟𝐧'𝐭 wait 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝒂 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 shot ﹗ 〜 ♪ ㅤㅤ

—Oh… sigh. Relaxed when she released the grip, yet, the resting lasted short when he heard those words. But this time he won't just stand there and take it. A counter attack was triggered and he bit her cheek-

" Let's raid and dominate some bad guys' turfs like a badass 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 to 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ! Who's with me?! "

" Of course, grand expert of flames and nitro, Burnie! A conquest would be impossible without you from our side! Unleash hell just how you brew your cocktails! "

— Gahh-! The fabric of fate was interwoven in order to create this scenario where they were dancing together. Ohh destiny, to be bitten by this pyromaniac each time he tries to approach her. Smiling, he accepted his fate and patted her head, bearing the pain.

⠀⠀ (。・ω・。) ❓️❓️ ...oooh, i get it ﹗ ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ✨️ ❪ she did, in fact, not get it───evident by her next move. abruptly standing up, she leans in, biting lighter's chin. nom—nom... ✨️ ❫ ⠀⠀

One hand cupped her jawline and the digit of his thumb cleaned the remnants of her saliva out of her face. —No, it's right the time, and the dish is, Le Lighté. He showed the bite mark of his finger, giggling.

It hurts like hell, yet he tries his best to not show it. —... Burnie. Shaking his hand, making her head shake as well as a little piranha attached to him.

Tap, tap, tap, her forehead. Poke, poke, poke, her cheek.