#pyrmanic

" nice beard ! is it real ? kinda makes you look like a younger,                   more hip santa claus. i dig it. "

🐯  /  RANDOM * 

        ( ♛ )   ────    Well, this encounter isn’t quite unusual, considering Sharky shares his bloodline with Hurk. It’s not like Ajay felt relieved when Hurk and him decided to go separate ways, but it sure is a nice way to... --restore lost brain cells. Now that Sharky is here, everything’s gonna get messed up again. Nice.

        “ What the fuck is updo---  ”  Oh! And it clicks even before he can finish his sentence. Too bad Sharky caught him on a bad day.   “ Dude, get the fuck outta here before I send a bullet straight through your brain! ”

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    it was difficult for hannah to grasp that the notorious pyromaniac did,  in fact,  have her phone number.  the ten digit combination was something that she thought was kept secret and only know to those who she had given it to.  a secondary problem was that everyone she knew,  also knew sharky.  he had a way of making himself known to anyone who lived in montana she was certain of it.  his habits at the trailer park made sure of that.  so,  she did not even have an idea of who it could have been who gave him the number.  she doubted that he had guessed it correctly,  he couldn’t have been that lucky,  right?  perhaps,  it had been john trying to get her back for giving adelaide his phone number and personal radio frequency.

   did john change his number after that?  could she do the same?  for she could not imagine sharky giving her a call at nearly three am to tell her about his feelings on faith’s angels,  or him calling to speak to her,  but the words being drowned out by the rock music he played to attract said angels.  did he expect for her to call him back if she missed his calls?  or to call him randomly too?  what would they speak of?  the weather or his inability to control his flamethrower and now half of the henbane forest?  in truth,  she may call about the latter of the two if he actually did catch the forest on fire.  they needed the forest resources and security and it would do no good to lose either of them and any of the animals that may be living among their roots and branches.  

She smiles, a little shocked by his blatant misunderstanding, and more than a little shocked at how proud he is of his flamethrower. The deputy stares at him, but her focus slowly drops to the weapon in his hands. Pratt and Hudson had both talked about Sharky and the strange, dangerous creations he came up with. This was the first time she was face to face with one.

“Sharky.” She repeats and the smile turns to something a little more genuine at how proud he sounds. It’s genuine. “Can call me Rook.” She offers by way of introduction. Her own name has been forgotten by this point.