[ Midnight takes the mistle-or-kissletoe toe from Kaveh's grasp, twirling it around in his fingers. Long leaves, white berries. Innocous. ]
It's infuriating, isn't it? When someone tells you to do something you'd already intended to do. I don't like that.
[ ... The little sprig begins to smoke in his fingertips, little tongues of white flame licking up its stem. Now that Kaveh's gotten his little Terran primer, courtesy of the city's media center, he now knows that when Midnight does this without the aid of an originium circuit, he is using his own body as a replacement, worsening his condition. Midnight doesn't much care, though. It's not that much fire, and the little eyesore offends him. ]
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It's infuriating, isn't it? When someone tells you to do something you'd already intended to do. I don't like that.
[ ... The little sprig begins to smoke in his fingertips, little tongues of white flame licking up its stem. Now that Kaveh's gotten his little Terran primer, courtesy of the city's media center, he now knows that when Midnight does this without the aid of an originium circuit, he is using his own body as a replacement, worsening his condition. Midnight doesn't much care, though. It's not that much fire, and the little eyesore offends him. ]