[--Oh shit dude you are HUGE but you know what? SHE DOESN'T NEED YOU TO PUT OUT HER FIRES, GOSH. >8(]
[Bristling and doing that angry weasel-hop (without even realizing it-- this Pokemon body is just chock full of weird instincts), Heather pops up and down on stiff, stubby legs.]
I would NOT!
What do I look like, some kinda pyromaniac?!
I HATE fire!
Do I look like an arsonist to you? Huh? DO I?!
[... And as she speaks, of course the fire on her head and hind is bursting and crackling in time with her particularly emphatic words.]
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[Bristling and doing that angry weasel-hop (without even realizing it-- this Pokemon body is just chock full of weird instincts), Heather pops up and down on stiff, stubby legs.]
I would NOT!
What do I look like, some kinda pyromaniac?!
I HATE fire!
Do I look like an arsonist to you? Huh? DO I?!
[... And as she speaks, of course the fire on her head and hind is bursting and crackling in time with her particularly emphatic words.]