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Pyro felt like he was undergoing evaluation for weeks.
He technically was, but most of that was downtime, getting to know the office, paperwork. Pyro almost wished he was dead, just so he didn't have to fill out paperwork. Paperwork for missing former criminal immigrants was disastrous. But open offer, Val clearly meant if you could survive the tedium.
By the time he met with Siryn for the powers evaluation, he didn't care anymore. Normally he'd show off, flirt, play. Try to find a chain to jerk her around with. But between conversations with Marie-Ange and the restlessness of not having anything to do, muscle memory, and a smidgen of rage, kicked in.
When it was done, Siryn nodded to the charred corners of the room with approval.
"Pyro's right, all right. I'll..." She looked back at the black marks on the wall. "Right, let's finish up that paperwork."
As much as St. John loved his new flamethrowers, he missed being able to click his lighter with impatience.
He technically was, but most of that was downtime, getting to know the office, paperwork. Pyro almost wished he was dead, just so he didn't have to fill out paperwork. Paperwork for missing former criminal immigrants was disastrous. But open offer, Val clearly meant if you could survive the tedium.
By the time he met with Siryn for the powers evaluation, he didn't care anymore. Normally he'd show off, flirt, play. Try to find a chain to jerk her around with. But between conversations with Marie-Ange and the restlessness of not having anything to do, muscle memory, and a smidgen of rage, kicked in.
When it was done, Siryn nodded to the charred corners of the room with approval.
"Pyro's right, all right. I'll..." She looked back at the black marks on the wall. "Right, let's finish up that paperwork."
As much as St. John loved his new flamethrowers, he missed being able to click his lighter with impatience.