@windwent continued from X
Roxas looked between the fire and the other blond, chewing on his cheek. The stove was on fire. Not the pan. THE STOVE. Before he could ask how Ventus had managed that, his previous question was answered. Though it earned cerulean eyes narrowing and arms crossing.ย
โI wonโt tell her.โ And he wouldnโt. But he was going to growl at the other, suddenly shifting into holder of the braincell.ย โDid you...I donโt know, read or ask anyone what the fuck flambeying even was????โ













