[PRP] So I heard you like Foxes (Miasma+ Andrew) Fin

[phantompanther13]

This was a dumb idea. He didn’t know where her room was. A few days back he had overheard some ghouls talking about love confessions at the prom, which was a while ago, but he had been gone himself for some of the summer. It had been great to get some warmth back into his fires and he was feeling energized… ignoring the new chains that had somehow appeared. Prom seemed foggy, he couldn’t remember what he had done during it. He shifted his bundle so he could tug at the stupid chains. Just let him remember already, ok? Maybe he had actually seen this love confession. The kiss, (on the hand) was still fresh in his mind. It made sense that they would have confessed.

Really he had his own love confessions to worry about, but he would procrastinate just a little longer. Maybe he would give her a paopu, but he had another test to run before he tried, and this was perfect. If he could find her. Andrew paced up and down the reaper halls trying to get some bearing or at least spot butterflies. Butterflies would send him straight to her, right?

“Miasma?” he asked aloud, he was lost. Maybe he should ask the other students. He shuffled down the hallway with his box still in hand.  

[phantompanther13]

He was defiantly not Molan. Cold was not his thing at all. But he was now wondering why he didn't pester the fox first. When she suddenly appeared he jumped staring at her a long moment, but his box shook shaking him out of the wide eyed stare.

"Oh there you are. I brought you something." he tried to smile at her but his wings drooped giving away his discomfort. He shifted the box in his hands, pulling it closer.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

She practically hissed at him. He stared back confused, what did she think he had? Walking fireballs?

"Scareons. You like scareons, right?" everyone liked Scareons. They were like nine tenths of the mini population. "They have nothing to do with fire. I promise."

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

He had her hooked.

"I got stuck with too many of them a while ago. Maybe you could give one to Molan too, he doesn't like me." he decided to not inform her about the certain connection the paopu created. This was a test after all.

Instead he reached into the box to pull out one of the scareons for her to look at. "See they are cute. I just don't want them." The little mass wiggled as it dangled from his hands.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

Catch what catch? Oh the fact he was seeing if they really did bind two people together forever? It seemed to be the case with the last couple. But he wasn't about to mention that.

"Get them off my hands. Like I said I've got like half a dozen more back home." he dropped it back into box and handed the box to her, safely removing them from his own care.

"Consider them a wedding gift. I mean I heard you finally fessed up at prom." he couldn't contain it. Oh she was going to kill him, but this was so worth it.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

She didn't hit him, or worst. But he wasn't sure he believed her. She was blushing far too much for that.

"It wasn't? Was it hard?" he had a serious look on his face. He was trying to read her but his thoughts moved elsewhere.

Danny had already tried to make him confess once... Maybe she was right? was it really easy?

He had come with the intention of just teasing Miasma but, now he was confused. He stepped back and shuffled his feet, holding his tail subconsciously behind him, out of sight.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

His own confession? “Ahh.” His face tinged red, and the hall might have heated up some. “I..” he couldn’t make words.

“Wait what? Molan confessed first?” well that made her utterly unhelpful for trying to figure out how to do it himself. Instead of the usual teasing he looked more put out

“Jack…” he mumbled. “Maybe I’ll have to ask him… No, bad idea, he hates me.” And his other option, Danny was a worst one really. Why did he put himself in this position? And clearly he couldn’t just ask, (or really tease the information out of) Miasma. He didn’t even know if Olivia liked him back with the whole problem of being on fire and all.

Maybe he should just forget the whole idea all together. Just never say a word to her.

[A.V.]

 

[phantompanther13]

Miasmas’ slap caused a bigger reaction that she probably thought. Upon the contact he lit up, fire surging through his tail and hands and smoke pouring off his horns. She did NOT just do that. If he could breathe fire, he would have done just that. As it was FEAR crackled through his veins and sparks of fire flew off him.

He barely listened to a word but what he did hear hurt.

“You don’t Jacken understand! You don’t have to deal with everyone hating you just because you are a little on fire! Back home this is natural but here…” But here Olivia was terrified of him. There was a wall he could never reach across. His fire dimmed back under control.

“I’m not weak, and I don’t pity myself. I just don’t know if it’s worth starting something that can’t work out. And I don’t need your Jacken help. Go jump in a lake for all I care.” He totally forgot that jumping into a lake did not mean the same thing for her as it did him but at the moment he didn’t care.

[A.V.]

She did NOT!