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Idris Khalid|| Σήθ (Set/Seth/Sutekh) (counterbalance) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"You're serious, aren't you?" Idris gave her a look that was only half bewilderment--he knew she was intent on doing this from the way she continued to ramble on about a flag. Oh, shit. No, he hadn't made a 'flag,' but the thought of burning a McDonald's napkin had a sort of humor to it that he couldn't deny. Not that he had a personal vendetta against fast food chains or anything, because he didn't. It wasn't possible, not when he'd been elbow deep in french fries the past...Idris had no idea. Twenty minutes? Thirty? Time was hard to manage when there were such things as impossible ships to build with flimsy strips of potato.

He was a perfectly functioning adult human being, identifying as fully male in both mental and physical aspects. As such, he should have a proper sense of responsibility and try and look out for those that fell by the wayside. It was only a natural, respectable human duty.

So, when he found himself nodding at the mention of a tiny bit of pseudo arson, he thought he should add in a little bit of safety regulations. Nevermind if anyone walked by while they were enacting the funeral rites of junk food; it would be clear to passerby that Idris was simply helping out a new friend that looked a little lost around the eyes. That was all. Any mentions of his own enjoyment from such a random and quite spontaneous form of evening activity would be best spoken of at a later time.

"No, I haven't--I'll make it outside, how's that sound? You know, we should really take this to the front steps. Don't want to set off the smoke alarms in here."

If there was a pile of mysterious ashes on the steps in the morning, let those that left or entered Pax during the early hours wonder what had gone on during the night. The idea alone brought a devilish smirk to Idris' lips. He'd never been a big trouble maker--not to his own knowledge--but there was still something delightfully fun in things happening...of their own accord, that shook up daily routine.