* ★ | BURN OUT !

"Pffft, y'know, if you're going to get all high-brow on me, you might as well rock an eye monocle and a curly little 'stache. It sells the whole fancy-schmancy airs, trust me," Clear cajoled as the other brunet made his presence known, relieved that the other man wasn't some hard-ass that would give him grief for just wanting to admire the various racing vehicles dotting the blacktop.

But, Alex's next offerings caused Clear's mind to stutter. Pre-race autographs? Questions of the like? A friendly interrogation, raking a complete stranger over coals? And it's not like Clear was against some friendly banter of all kinds, but he didn't exactly know who this guy was, let alone anyone else who worked this particular circuit...

❝ ✖ | The circuit, filled to the brim of so adored law-abiding ( but spouse-detesting and worse ) racers, side-eye Alex and his rash conduct. Tracks, personal life, choices. No half-hearted rivalries, no post-race festivities. Clubs which evade gaudy exposition, embraces raving and a bit of debauchery is more his speed.

... until discovering his future beloved, that is. Picturing them waiting with bated breath for his debut today, or taking a cat nap—Alex suggested reading material improper for climate and crowding reasons. Indeed, it’s muggy outdoors; the aircon offers reprieve indoors.

Sporting an impish grin, the maverick chuckles. Contacting the authorities ? When the last plume withers away and snaps ( never. ) “ Nah, we’re fine. Those pigs will suspect foul play on my end. They aren’t keen on juvie kids surpassing their expectations while keeping their principles. ” Shifting weight onto the opposing leg, flicking off a mislaid lock of auburn hair from his frontal view. Vain even when he’ll emerge in detritus matching today’s course.

“ Also a grave mistake. Viewerships plummet from stagnation, safe personalities, and... those without advantageous looks, so to speak. The ‘ spectacle ’ and its contradictions become apparent pretty quick here. ”

and how is he to explain that he's been mind wrestling with the dark entity contained within his flesh ? he wants control. he's relentless with it. exhaustion piles up far quicker these days.

❝ ✖ | A granola bar. Alex plucked it away ( as if the packet is some precious family heirloom ) and makes the least noise possible tearing open the cheap packaging. Given its material, though, it’s still obnoxiously loud.

“ No answer but a bar ? I’ll manage for now, ” Alex says cheerily. Consuming the item unbothered—if the bar wasn’t laden with some unidentifiable, raisin-shaped fruits, it’d be an arduous experience. “ Against your best interests, I’m gonna think there is something wrong, though. And nothing will convince me otherwise. Be very afraid. ”

❝ ✖ | “ You wanna see this neat trick on a hoverboard ? ” // @brncut

" Wh—uh ... sure? As long as you promise not to hurt yourself. "

❝ ✖ | Alex performs a 360 ollie and...

Succeeds !

“ I didn’t promise jack shit, but I didn’t get hurt either. Win-win. ”

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──     ❝ There's nothing immoral about cremation... ❞ As if him being UNDEAD JUSTIFIES IT ; however, with final statement, a perplexed look shapes countenance with cant of head. Perhaps he's too inexperienced, but the things Alex talked about sounded like they were inflammable with "regular fire".

  ❝ Doesn't metal have to be like extremely hot to melt? You're not planning on using gasoline and a lighter, are you... ❞ Imagination starts running wild, envisioning the other with flamethrowers blasting lava for hands. ❝ Does this mean i get to see your super cool super power? Do you breathe fire? PLEASSE SHOW ME .ᐟˎˊ˗ ❞ ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

❝ ✖ | Morals, lack of, incomprehensible. It’s not worth shouldering the responsbilities of weighing them. An object’s in question, one that’ll experience ‘ recycling ’. Smirk fierce as ever, the Magus’ lips parted; words befitting of an arsonist:

“ No. I’m gonna use magic. Magical fire, to be precise, ” he replies, a jump to his stride as he fetched the offending components from a closet. Each neatly organized, tallied, labelled. Tedium is at an all-time high. Fireproofing by snapping fingers.

Faintly glowing, champagne-colored barrier wound about obtrusive areas. Guaranteeing safety—additionally, it absorbs both physical and olfactory means of any flames produced. Senses and locale cordoned off from danger, Alex reiterated his movement.

The central box erupts into flames. It swirls, colors running the gamut from oranges, yellows, reds... to unusual modes such as purples, white, and blues. Proud of setting an example, Alex’s smile shows elation at his deed. Fangs peeking out beneath smooth, full lips.

“ Let’s take a gander at your take, yeah ? ”

wtf

that’s fair

not again

──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•──      ❝ I've been YELLED at four times for setting trees on fire... I have tried to BURN my father a few times...   ❞ Hyper mind starts thinking of all related property damage charges with cant of head as an attempt to bond with his new brother. He definitely likes to SMASH things... && spit blood everywhere.

❝ What's been your favorite thing to burn so far ?? Wait, FUCK .ᐟˎˊ˗ Lets go burn something together as a family~ .ᐟˎˊ˗  ❞ ──ཀ♡ཀﮩ٨ـ 𖦤 ̊ ̟ ⊱༒︎

❝ ✖ | Trees ? His repertoire transcend past foliage. Abodes without tenants which crumbled, vehicles, paraphernalia or other items dictated by whims alone...

However. A person ? Whether delinquency or frustration over less-than-ideal rearing—both ?—Alex hadn’t a faintest understanding. Many suffered from wayward treatment. The Magus witnessed unspeakable damage to psyches. Reserving judgement; only half a tale, after all.

“ ... you don’t need to inform me about your, er, relationship with your dad. Just in case you’re expecting a good drilling about personal matters, ” he begins, and resumes on a lighter note. Grinning deviously. “ I gotta handful of failures from my mucking about with machinery. And I’ll need your, er, help in disposing them. ”

Ergo, destruction by conflagration. None of the portions desire salvaging. All the troubleshooting, installing or modification. They won’t budge. To the hellfire they go.

So I finally caved in and made this.