"Don't you dare suggest he's an anarchist. Don't be that girl." With a grin matching hers, he looked to his Squirtle who was trying his best to look innocent. Of course the pair of them being drenched just allowed them to beat the heat a bit, but how long would that last truly. Squirtle was great, but he could only water them so much before he was exhausted.
Her soaked to the core in her clothes, John with no shirt or shoes. This was the best type of adventure. Frankly, fuck it. They were already melting. "Let find something at least."
There was a groan from John though at the name of Bobby. He wouldn't make a comment because that was Kitty's friend, but there was no love lost when it came to Bobby fucking Drake to Pyro. They were literally opposite spectrum of each other in every way. Drake was Ice, John was fire. Drake was lame, John was fucking awesome.