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The pumpkin sun was a little brighter then it had been the day before, but the day had been rather boring. show up at class, listen to the teacher blather on about the subject of the day, humans had boats. Boats took you places. boats floated on water. At the mention of the word water, he had pretty much tuned out the rest of the lecture. He would never ever get on a boat, so what was the point?

Still they had been assigned the appropriate amount of reading, a repeat of the boring lecture he was sure, and then sent off for the day. He walked lazily tucking his book back under one arm when he spotted something along the path, something red. He stooped and picked it up with interest. This wasn't the first one he had seen, but one never knew what was inside.

Andrew was just thinking about opening his new find when one of the other students yelled at him. He paused and turned towards her, hand still poised above the envelope, and he frowned at her tail flaring up to match his agitation.

"I didn't toss them everywhere. I just found one." and she was a reaper by the looks of her. "but if you don't want it, you can give that to me." who knows, there was something about the possibility of money in these things.

She started murmuring to her self... or was it the.... butterfly? Was that her familiar? A butterfly? What a pathetic familiar. Andrew defiantly heard the word flame. What did she think he was planing to burn everything down? He had far more control than that.

"Ahh fine. Go ahead and open it then." he growled out and turned away looking over the envelope in his hands. The last time he had opened one he had suffered from a fit of hissing, but that might have just been him being homesick. he had found a useless coin.

He didn't need to read her mind to tell that she was irritable. What a snobby reaper. He huffed chewing on her lower lip, as she opened the envelope and a coin fell out. He recognized the thing... it was a lot like the one he had found before.

And then she started hissing her S's. He couldn't hold back and started laughing at her. It was the coin and not him, it sure made him feel from his earlier excursion.

"I don't know." he popped it open with a Claw.

And out dropped an identical coin. "Awe man, thiss sucksss." he whined a little, trying to remember how long it took for the last one to wear off. He didn't want to be hissing for the rest of the day, again.

"Yeah I did." he shrugged. He's already been through it once. Besides she was very much more affected. "You know, it won't be that big of a deal." he avoided using any S's and probably would until it wore off.

"Anyway, ss-ssssome." he paused wincing, so much for avoiding his S's. "crazy guy called uncle will take the coinss for trade. I'm going to go get stuff from him. Bye." he waved casually clearly on intending to leave her there, alone. Well at least is wasn't his accent acting up.

"Waaaaah! DON'T TOUCH ME!" he flailed tail coming dangerously close to her cloths and turned up the heat. The tail burned like he was being attack, which to him he was. "Don't touch me! Ewe you are slimy, ewe ew ew!!"

He tried to pull away to get away from her. This was not a fellow fire demon like Danny who he could try to put up with, and it was not the feathery Fiona. Sure there wasn't direct skin contact but... EWE. "By Jack just let me goooooo!" he had not intentions of fighting her, but he would burn her if she didn't let go of him this instant. Her and her books.

This time she did did attack him. He grabbed his face, eyes closing in pain and tried to tug out of her grip. "Let me gooo..." Why did she hit him? He grabbed his face. He just wanted out of there. He started murmuring something in a series of hisses, completely unintelligible to those who didn't speak demonic tongues fluently. Even those who did speak them would find him difficult to understand as the hissing was off by the curse. But it might sound something like, let me go, or I want my mummy.

Instead of meeting her eyes he simply sat on the ground, his own weight against one hand might force her to let him go, and he curled up, his tail moving over his head, as his body shook. Heat raided off his body like a small fire as he raised his body temperature to the point of burning on contact. The ground below was experiencing a small bit of scorching, smoke rising above him as he held his face.

He kept his tail close... but no more strikes came.... was she apologizing? he glanced out from under this tail, staring at her. He was not feeling very forgiving. How could you accidently slap someone like that? she was the one who grabbed him. He wasn't a child... he just, really didn't like being touched.

"You hit me." well it was more of a slap. Still the accusing in his voice carried across. He stared at her face set into a pout. "I don't like being touched. I don't like touching you and you didn't listen to me... you hit me." He stared at her, his flames going from a ball of protection to a furious burn, raging on his tail. His hands lit up, fire burning from them. "Stay away from me or I'll burn all your clothesss next." The final S came out as a demonic hiss. He didn't want to get into a fight, but he didn't want to be touched again.

And then the paper from the envelope ignited, making him realize he might be burning a bit too hot for his books to handle and he tried to force down his temperature a bit.