Short and sweet

Small fire?

The blue-haired woman looked at the remain of what used to be a cottage. Now...it was nothing but smoldering ruins and smoking embers. The culprit...the man standing next to her with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Wasn't that beautiful?" His grin widened, his pearly whites shining against a peachy background. His eyes, a molten purple and red...the red serving as his pupils. It's hypnotic, really, how the lava effect moved within both pupil and iris. As for the rest of him, he had purple hair in a strange mix of crew cut and fringe. His suit...well, it was white...but...hard to tell underneath all the soot.

"Beautiful?" The woman's voice came in a shriek. "Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small." Her eyes narrowed. "Now where will we live, you pyromaniac oaf?!"

The man shrugged. "We could crash at Atsushi's. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Tocho, we are not stay with him. You." She pointed at finger at the man, Tocho. "Are building us a new house, so snap to it. I'm going to replace the furniture." Walking off in a seeming huff, she grinned to herself as she left Tocho's field of vision. "He's still the same guy. You can take him out of the fire...but gods know what happens when you give him a match."

A sigh, and she continued on her way. It seemed like she never learns. Tocho...well, he's always had a thing for fire. Or anything that explodes, Implodes, Burns, and perhaps combust gloriously. So, it figures that instead of lighting the fireplace...he lit the cottage instead. He's just lucky no one got hurt. This time. There's been other times he's landed himself or others in the hospital. Then again, he has done some good with his little obsession.

But, oh well, looks like she'll have her work cut out for her.

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