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🚒🔥Galo Thymos🔥🚒 ([personal profile] infernosoul) wrote2020-01-28 11:29 pm

Continuation for Incensor



[From here!]

[Galo is absolutely the kind of guy that enjoys drinking Mountain Dew, so of course that's what he's going to choose. You'd think with his diet of pizza and soda he'd have trouble staying in shape, but somehow he manages it anyway, much to the delight of everyone that enjoys seeing some shirtless firefighter eye candy. It's a miracle that he even thought to put a shirt on before coming over, but Lio is Important, and Galo figures that he needs to have some manners while he's at his place if he wants to be invited over again.

Of course Lio is a gracious host, and Galo takes the glass of soda with a smile and a thanks. Damn, he should've brought some Baja Blast over so he could compare the shisha flavor with the real thing.
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I dunno. I goof up when I try to pronounce things sometimes though, so good to know I got it right.

[Amusingly enough he's pretty good at Japanese pronunciations. Probably because he's a fucking weeb.

Overall Galo really likes the feel of the place and how bright and warm it is, and he imagines that it's hundreds of times better than living in a cave or whatever abandoned buildings the Burnish would come across while they were on the run. Lio deserves a nice, cozy place to call home, even if it might not always be this neat and tidy.

He eagerly watches Lio's reaction as he takes the box of shisha, and much to Galo's delight he seems pleased with the surprise. He thinks, anyway. Lio is so hard to read sometimes, but Galo is getting better at it, especially now that he makes a point to pay extra attention to his body language and mannerisms to tell what he's feeling. He might be an idiot, but at least he's observant when it comes to people and their emotions, especially the people he cares about. Is there such a thing as being emotionally smart??

Anyway, he's glad that he picked up the pine tree flavor, and he's totally excited to try it with Lio.
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I'm up for it! It sounds so weird that I can't help but wanna try it first.

[He watches curiously as Lio opens the box and takes a whiff, and the scent of pine is so strong that Galo can already smell it from where he's standing. He leans in anyway when Lio holds it out to him though, inhaling deeply and letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment. It really does conjure up memories of the lake and the surrounding forest, and when he opens his eyes again it's with a delighted grin.]

Oh wow, it totally does remind me of it! Man, I haven't been up there in a while. I kinda miss it.

[It's not really the same now that the ice is gone, but it might still be nice to visit again sometime, especially if Lio comes with him.]

It would make a good air freshener, but I can't imagine what it'll be like when we smoke it. I got a few other flavors too just in case that one is awful though. Cherry cola and Baja Blast and a few others.

[He sets the bag down on the counter just in case Lio wants to go digging around in it to see for himself.]

So, do you wanna eat first or smoke first? I'm up for either!
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-01-30 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Watching Galo, he can tell that his mind his sending him right back to the lake. To that place they first met. At the time it hadn't meant much more to Lio than what it was worth for its strategic importance. One of a dozen difference caches that they used to keep their own safe and evade Freeze Force while on the run. All that had changed after his awakening, after meeting the doctor. After everything.

Now the lake had experienced a kind of reawakening of its own. The waters, no longer frozen, had buried it over once again and attention was just starting to turn back toward the old research facility housed there. Still, that didn't make it feel like it belongs to them any less.

Lio takes a sip of his drink, thoughtful in his own considerations.]
We should go back. Make a day of it. The next time we're both free.

[But that's for another day and they already have plans for today, right here, right now. Setting his things on the counter behind him, Lio rummages around in the cupboard for the paper plates, extracting enough for a whole pizza's worth of mess.]

It's best not to separate them.

[There's also drawer that's pulled open, the sort that everyone has at least one of in their kitchen if they have the space for it. A veritable dumping grounds for the odds and ends that don't seem to belong anywhere else.

Turning back to Galo, he presses something small to his chest, though by the time the firefighter realizes what it is he might find it to be overkill. A regular butane lighter that could more properly be called a torch given the size and shape and precise placement of the trigger. He waits for Galo to take it, fingers brushing briefly before letting his own slip away with a faint smirk.]


Annoying that we have to resort to this now but it's good practice for you. Everything else you need is in the living room. I'll grab the food.
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-01-31 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Galo will let him ride it huh? Lio levels him with a long, compelling stare where he doesn't move, not even to lift his drink or even give the slightest twitch of his hands, still crossed in front of him.

It's true there was a world of difference between the fire forged bikes of burnish creation and the sort that remained to him now in the normal world restored. But that didn't mean he hadn't cut his teeth on the very same nearly ten years prior. A collection of old kawasaki dirt bikes when they were barely teens, borrowed from the neighbors at their summer house. With a loose clutch here and poor alignment from one too many drops through the labyrinthine, coniferous paths that made it their mission to get the drop on them.

The license was still something to be sorted out, one of the many things he kept putting off for another day, another time, another free minute that he simply different have to spare and when the time finally came for it he'd probably still have to ask to borrow Galo's for the test. And even then, none of it would compare to Detroit. Like so many things, and so many of them, he was left chasing after the phantom vestiges of a feeling that no longer existed. And isn't that exactly what they were doing here now?

Lio allows the brief, fleeting nostalgia to pass without a word and then Galo is replacing it with a scene of his own which he also gives time to run it's course. Until he's stuck holding out the lighter with as little contact as he can manage and it takes everything within Lio not to roll his eyes, shake his head. But he does take it back, also taking Galo by the hand, gently like he's dealing with a child. He places the lighter back within it and curls his fingers around it as if to say see! It's not going to self combust on you.]


Matches aren't strong enough. [He's patient as he explains.] They'll burn out before the coals are heated through. There's another kind that's easier to light. It kind of looks like a sparkler going off but Gueira swears it ruins the taste.

[As for Lio, he's indifferent. It's really not his thing most of the time but he's not opposed if it comes down to sharing it with a friend. And Galo fits in that category as clearly as anyone. As he sets out into the living room, Lio sends him off with a reassuring shove from behind.]

Coals are in the brazier. You'll know they're ready when everything is glowing red hot. [Honestly, it's almost like he's trying to make this harder for him. Like he's enjoying it too.]
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-02 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lio watches Galo's departing back as it disappears out of the kitchen, wearing a faint smile that he keeps to himself. Like a flower tracking the sun, straining in the departing light, it widens the further he gets until Lio is left alone, shaking his head at how ridiculous Galo was behaving. It's a bit ridiculous to think that a fire fighter has never lit a fire in his life—their own notwithstanding—when it would have been necessary for training. Controlled burns to demo some building or take preventative measures against the dry brush and dense forests in range of the city. Though he can certainly see Galo making the same level of fuss and passing that particular responsibility off on the other members of burning rescue.

He really was an idiot. In the same way as a particularly obstinate child. But also like a child, possessing a purity and sincerity that mellowed any irritation it could have caused. What remained could almost be called charming. If Lio was calling it anything, which he wasn't.

He's mostly silent as he gathers up enough food for the both of them to start. A bag of snacks tucked into the crook of his elbow and full of chips and twizzlers and flaming hot cheetos and a variety of hostess cakes peaking out the bottom. There's a second bag that's mostly full but only the marshmallows are visible from the top. In an impressive feat of balance he managed to unload an entire pizza onto just two of the paper plates along with a bowl of ice and he carries the whole lot out into the living room along with his drink just in time for Galo to whoops out his victory.

And then the smile is sprouting again, from right where he left it, only a momentary lapse before it settles again into the folds of his composure.]


Oh? It looks good.

[Lio approaches from behind, and maybe it isn't strictly necessary that he lean over Galo to reach the table, that's what he does, unloading the food onto the free spaces at a safe distance from the fire. His hair falls in a loose cascade around his face that only parts again when he turns to look at Galo's work. The fire is already settling in the down but the light still plays off his face, the warmth of it reflected in cold hue of his eyes. He braces a hand on Galo's shoulder to lean further forward and blow the rest of them out until only the coals remain, light dancing along their ashy surfaces like the facets of jewel.

The hookah itself is a rather elegant contraption, traditional in style with a flared base like some kind of flower vase sprouting strange tubes and hoses. At the very top sits a bowl which Lio removes and begins to pack it loosely with the shisha, the cloying scent of it filling the space surrounding them.]


You fill this up and and then cover it with the tray. Fill the base with water to about here. The water acts as a filter but you can add ice to further help with the burn. When it's set up correctly and you breath through the hose you'll feel it up here.

[Everything he explains, is demonstrated in action as he finishes setting up, replacing the bowl and covering it with his hands to show what me means. The moment he puts his mouth to the hose the water in the base bubbles to life and then he gestures for Galo to try it as well.]

You can use these to put the coals in the tray. [He finally instructs, offering a small pair of tongs to Galo. Seems he really is going to leave all the parts involving fire to him.]
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[While Lio may not have watched many of them in years and years, it's not like one can exist in this world without being aware of the Disney classics. Even a hundred years later, post a certain kind of apocalypse that left world fragmented and insular, they still held the children far and wide in their sway. Regardless he may not have seen the movie in questions but he's read the books. Two of them to be exact. Aside from his writings for children, it's a little known fact that Lewis Carroll was a philosopher and a mathematician, two subjects that Lio had availed himself of during his time leading the Burnish in their war.

And so of course he knew all about the caterpillar Galo is referring to now.]


Because that was a hookah. With opium. Just to make the book even more child friendly.

[Not that he sounds particularly judgmental. Something about how times were different and parental responsibilities and kids these days like he isn't barely out of his teens himself.

While Galo takes his sweet time with the hookah, Lio figures there's no reason to sit there suffering the pizza getting cold so he takes a piece off the top of one of the crooked towers. Some of the cheese pulls away from the slice beneath it which is really just a plus for him but not whoever gets the next piece. He's not exactly careful as he eats but it is somehow deliberate, like he's trying to make a show of it while Galo is deprived, stuck finishing up the task that's been bestowed about him. His mouth curls around the pizza with every bite to hide the smirk, just short of a laugh.

Sometimes he thinks it's a shame about the Promare. This is one of those times where he wishes he could bring the coals back to life and really give Galo something to worry about. Instead the whole ceremony is only mildly eventful at best, a brief moment of excitement occurring when one of the hottest coals disintegrates around the edges and slips out of the tongs.

And then, he's finished just about the same time Lio polishes off the slice of pizza, his mouth still tingling from the medley of hot sauces that earned it its name.]


You took so long, it's probably ready. [He's not upset, but like with most things involving Lio and his emotions, it may be hard to pick up on the subtle amusement. He's methodical even as he loosens the hose that's still wound around the hookah, careful to avoid disturbing anything, and then he offers it back to Galo. Guests first.] The first pull is weak. Just to get the air flowing.
Edited 2020-02-03 04:27 (UTC)
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god sorry for the delays work had an event... and then... well.. dvd dropped

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-06 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Galo throws around his accusation like confetti and Lio weathers them all with tepid impassivity. He's barely acknowledging them as he rifles around in one of the bag for those two toned gummy peach rings which he tears into them with all the ceremony of a famished child. And then continues on alternating bites of the gummies—two for each ring—and the next slice of pizza he takes, much more careful not to steal all the cheese with this one.

The only thing that betrays him at all is his eyes, brow quirked up in amusement and slightly creased at the corners that give away the fact that he's smiling at least inwardly. Okay maybe he's messing with Galo just a little but who's really to blame when the firefighter makes it so easy.]


I am that. I'm surprised you're only just realizing. Considering who it was that caught me. Well I suppose if I was trying to get caught then it doesn't really count, does it?

[Ah but Galo will have his full attention once the moment of truth arrives. He pauses eating to watch as Galo takes his first drag. There's a lot at stake here besides whether or not pine is an appropriate flavor for anything to be consumed. The reaction also isn't a surprise though it's hard to say whether it comes entirely from the taste or the fact that Galo is a complete novice as well. Maybe they should have started one of the fruits after all.]

Try not to cough, it only makes it worse.

[There's a shade more sympathy to his voice as he continues his instruction, taking the hose and putting it to his mouth casually. He draws in a deep breath and then... nothing. No reaction at all as he holds it's in, all the air and smoke and the vestiges of the fire burning through the coals that sear at his throat just slightly. It doesn't come close to the whole body sensation of burning with the Promare, more like an echo of it.

When he lets it out, the smoke is somehow thinner than when Galo coughed it all up, like it's dissipated somewhere within him. He looks somehow thoughtful.]


Do you know those little trees people put in their cars? If you told me I just swallowed one one with a side of menthol I would believe it.

[What is perhaps interesting to note is that he doesn't say it like it's a bad thing.]
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right everything is so shiny I'm in love... all over again

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-07 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Living more or less in exile could certainly excuse some of his eating habits. Out in the desert without running water and only the Promare for a source of energy meant everything they subsisted on had to be nonperishable. Maybe in time, after they were free on their own sort of migration they could have figured out a way to engineer a more efficient use of it. But now that could never be and so the diet had consisted of canned soups, instant noodles and way more Twinkies than any one human had any business consuming.

Anything fresher, healthier that came in was reserved for the children first, then divvied up between the rest of the Burnish in his charge. There was never enough to make it all the way up to him though he'd never had any complaints about that. Everything he did had been for their sake.

The question, however, actually earns Galo a little huff that just borders on a laugh. Dumb as it may be, the way his mind works is an endless source of amusement to Lio, maybe not unlike a child in that way either, springing for the first option that comes to mind without ever considering the logic of it all. But if that's his way of figuring it all out, Lio is happy to oblige. In his own way.]


I wonder. Meis started before he turned. And anything one of those two does, the other goes right along with it. [Which says precisely nothing about Lio himself. If Galo wants an answer he'll have to make it out from the way Lio fits his mouth to the hookah once again, another breath, another pause and then, without waiting as long as the first time he blows it out deliberately in Galo's direction. A cloud of white smoke thick as a fog in a dense forest. As a scent it's almost pleasant, fresh and dewy and a little sweet from the remnants of molasses clinging to the particles of gas and water vapor. But still not anything that was really meant to be consumed.]

If it's too much for you, we can change the bowl. Won't take more than five minutes to heat it back up. [But he's also passing the hose back toward Galo, even as he says so. Letting him make the choice for himself in the end.]
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at least there's plenty of rips now to hold us over... ahh I wanna know the english release date tho

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-08 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Admittedly it feels like quite the luxury to live within the confines of the city now. Whatever he wants to eat available at a moments notice. Pizza, burgers, that tiny taco stand a few blocks over that all those weird unconventional ingredients like tofu and pickled vegetables. This is the best part though. No more living on the run, worrying about one moment to the next. Just getting to relax and just enjoy it. In good company.

He leans back, legs crossed neatly, content to watch Galo for the time being and give up on his monopolizing of the pizza. It's still a strange sight to consolidate with what he knows about Galo. The fire fighters. Someone who prides himself on keeping to the straight and narrow, even if it's only his idea of what's straight and narrow. Anything that doesn't align with his moral code. Really that was for the best as well but it's hard to see how smoking fits into that picture except that he's also the type to throw himself at any new endeavor wholeheartedly. The current juxtaposition to these two sides of Galo Thymos is decidedly fascinating.]


We'll make a delinquent of you yet. [Lio determines with a vague grin as Galo's coughing up his second hit.

Sitting up again, he reached up to flick the coals off the top of the bowl and into the safety tray below with his bare fingers. A force of habit that burns the calluses there but he doesn't really mind. Nor the heat radiating off the ceramic bowl as he pulls it down and starts emptying it out.]


Lets go with something safe for now. I don't feel like waiting a third time. [His eyes slide over Galo again, a slow up and down, like he's taking stock. He had a bold personality. He could take the heat whether it came to fires or food. So Lio suspects something with a strong flavor would be his preference. That meant apple and most melons were out. But there was also that conventional streak to him, someone with a respect for tradition.

Rummaging around through the assortment of shisha available, Lio holds up one of the boxes.]
How does strawberries and cream sound?
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I just had to have both nbd it's only money... also god the things I have googled for this thread

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-10 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. You already broke out of prison once.

[Lio says it like he wasn't the one directly responsible for that. Like there hadn't been a very good reason for it. Like the cause of Galo even being there in the first place hadn't been an injustice all it's own but it says a lot they he can make light of it now, just this small part of it. People were quick to place the blame of that day squarely on the former governor's shoulders. All the death and destruction. It was where it belonged but that didn't mean that Lio would ever forget the events leading up to it that had been wrought from his own fury and by his own hands.

It's another moment before Lio waves off Galo's concerns with a low hum, halfway between something actually melodic and just an indifferent huff. He taps out the remains of the pine shisha into a paper plate, barely singed, still thick and viscous and clinging to the sides of the bowl. Despite Galo's protests of only seconds passed, Lio scrapes the last remnants of it out with his finger and then wipes it down with a little water that's already pooled at the bottom of the bowl of ice. Any trace of the cloying pine that remains would be a disaster.

It's refilled quickly enough, the new scent that cuts through the old is obviously and distinctly of strawberries and something not entirely unlike vanilla. It's replaced on the hookah, the tray settled over the top of it and then he levels Galo with a long, purposeful stare as he drops the discarded coals back into place, unceremoniously quick and his fingers warmed no more than if he had pressed them to a mug of fresh brewed coffee.

He nudges everything into place and then leans back.]


We can do this while we wait.

[Pulling the package of marshmallows out, he pitches them right at Galo's chest. If he bothers to look at what's left, he'll find a box of graham crackers and a few bars of chocolate remaining at the bottom of the bag. Which might also explain the forks that had been brought in with everything else.]
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I've done it a fair bit... And owned two... It the s'mores are new

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-13 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[On one hand, Lio had definitely considered assigning Galo to permanent fire tending duties. On the other, he really would like to get this started before the day is over, in the next hour preferably. It's not that they don't have the time, for once, but it's a commodity he doesn't find himself possessing a surplus of very often, even less that it would coincide so serendipitously with Galo so he'll need to be forgiven for not wanting to waste it on Galo's surgical precision of arranging the coals like glowing tetris blocks.

Maybe Lio will give him another shot if they make it through this bowl. Or he could devise some other flame-focused torment to demand of his friend. After all, they have all day.

With nothing left to do for the time being except wait, Lio finally starts to unwind a little. He loosens his shoulders, lets his legs fall to the side from where they had been draw up to him in his seat. Carelessly, they brush against Galo's at this proximity but he doesn't seem at all bothered by it. That's just the kind of affect he has when spending enough time around him. All the problems and worries that had been on his shoulders start to melt away. And sometimes, if it's a particularly lucky day, he has a way of making them disappear completely.

That doesn't mean Lio is about to let him off easy for any dumb comment he makes however. Teasing him, is just one more of the pleasures of his company. But this time Lio does awkward it with a faint smile, one that's devoid of his usual guile.]


Think about what you just said. Galo. I know I'm not friends with the sort of criminal who consumes raw marshmallows.

[Picking up the fork Lio stabs it at the bag in Galo's hands indicating he should probably open it, then points toward the top of the hookah where the coals a burning happily away.]

They're hot enough. I'll show you how to make them the right way. [Which presumes that Galo doesn't already know how to toast a proper marshmallow. Of that, Lio is certain.]
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Re: i haven't had them in years, clearly i need to remedy that

[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-21 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucky for Galo if he's really ready for the next step of taking on an open flame, he won't have to wait long. S'mores were the perfect introduction even if Galo is a gluttonous heathen. Ugh. Who even does that. Waste of a perfectly good marshmallow. Not to mention the crunchy excuse for whatever they put in Lucky Charms barely counts. Those would never get all gooey, toasty even if they did more or less contain the same ingredients.

Lio still figures he's earned the right to look less than amused and he certainly doesn't agree. But it doesn't stop him from knocking his legs back against Galo's in retaliation.

And then he goes and says that]


Alright. [Lio acquiesces smoothly, his grinning turning a touch more devious, and then he's on the move. On his knees and pressing uninvited into Galo's personal space bubble. Spearing a marshmallow is a casual process, followed the deliberate act of fixing it so it won't just fall in the coals and ruin the hookah once it really heats up.

Leaning over Galo, with one arm draped over his shoulder, Lio deposits the fork into Galo's hand and then takes his wrist in his own. Guiding it to rest over the coals, at just the right distance where it would maximize the amount of heat it absorbs over the full surfaces of the confection.]


Patience is key. [He graciously doesn't point out how that might be difficult for Galo.] You pull it away and turn it at the exact moment it starts smoking.

[Funny how Galo comes across like such a child right now. Sometimes it could be a nuisance but at moments like this, Lio doesn't mind indulging him one bit. It shows how he cares. And maybe that just makes it all the more fitting how they're doing this, here and now.]

It was actually a good exercise for burnish children. It's a lot harder than just blasting them. They had to learn how to control their flames to get it just right. But no one ever complained about getting to eat the results, successes or failures.
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-02-24 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Galo's sake, Lio goes quiet after he offers his explanation, leaving room for Galo to concentrate on the task at hand. Namely not burning the marshamallow at least until the right moment. Lio keeps his hand beneath his, supporting it and when he grows tired of supporting himself on his knees, he sinks down beside Galo, his body forming a tigher line with the other as he allows gravity to take hold. The laws of physics held true here the same as anywhere. Two bodies acting on one another, in relative orbit.

Though he doesn't share Galo's concerns, he keeps his eyes fixed on the coals, on the tip of the marshmallow which will heat up faster than the body. He tilts his head slightly to get a better view and the long hairs that fram his face brush up again the firefighter's. Little by little, Lio watches as it starts to puff up like a balloon, browning to once side. This was the part that had less to do with controlling the fire and more with controlling the stomachs of young, impulsive children. Lio smiling to think of them now.]


Children had a lot less fear of the flames when they became Burnish. What they lacked in ability they more than made up for with their enthusiasm to try. With the right guidance they could have grown up to be more capable than anyone.

[Of course none of that would be possible now. The Promare was gone. There were no Burnish left in the world. Speaking of it now he sounds perhaps a little wistful. But before the moment stretches too thin, Galo is pulling back and Lio is releasing his hand.]

Do the same thing on all four sides. When it looks like it's about to fall off, you're ready for that last step.

[That is if Galo could make it that far. Hopefully he possesses a bit more restraint that literal five year olds but then this is the same person that would have been just has happy making them out of untoasted marshmallows. Disgusting.]
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-03-01 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's those anti-Burnish sentiments that are taking up such a large part of Lio's days lately. Promare or no, the Burnish were still a people that had existed for decades, come together in solidarity and established a culture all their own. Such things couldn't be erased simply because the primary signifier had changed. And if anyone wanted to try they would have people like Lio and Galo to contend with. Still, it was no longer as simple as throwing all the fire and force they could up against the wall of oppression and hoping it would crumble. Now it was about building the foundations of the new world. There were laws to pass, to route out what they could of that discrimination and protect the people that remained behind.

But absolutely none of that had to do with marshmallows. Marshmallows were exactly what they were now consumed with to get away from such an omnipresent burden. Once Galo takes over, Lio finally moves away, though not to where he started, only a centimeter or so away where he draws his knees back up to his chest, languid as he hangs his arms over the tops of them and play the part of patient observer.

Galo finishes and then there's a s'more being shoved in his face and threatening to drop molten hot sugar sweet gelatin all over his pants. There's something elegant even about the way he manages to take it, perfectly sandwiched between the tips of his fingers so he doesn't get any of the sticky mess over his hands.

If it's Galo's first, that merits a thorough inspection. Lio turns it this way and that, appraising the way the surface has turned golden brown all over and just starting to turn black in some place where it squishes out around the melted chocolate and graham crackers. The way the center had practically turned to liquid. He can't wait for too long however as the first corner starts dripping, dripping and he catches it swiftly with one finger and licks it off. Then he goes in for the first bite, finishes it in two and sits there, considering the whole thing thoughtfully.]


It's impressive. [He decides after waiting just long enough that it borders on concerning. But Galo has suffered enough of his teasing by now and Galo deserves to have his accomplishments acknowledged.]

You've managed to char the outside perfectly with the least amount of fire possible. It's like you're trying to defy me.
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-03-03 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lio very deliberately doesn't point out how how the only impressive part is how dedicated Galo continues to be when this is supposed to be an exercise in starting fires, not containing them. And okay, maybe the s'more is pretty good too. Certainly just as good as the ones he could have managed as a kid growing up around summer campfires in the woods, far away from civilized society. Maybe not quite as good as the Burnish children once they really put their mind to it but they did have an unfair advantage.

He brushes his hands together once he's finished though there really isn't anything to wipe off of them, then points to the other half still oozing out into Galo's hand.]


You going to try that first?

[He can't let Galo get away with missing out on his impressive work. The mention of roasting gummies earns him an even longer look. Lio doesn't respond to it but he also clearly isn't dismissing it as a possibility. More like he's filing it away among the terrible ideas that sounds like good cuisine in his mind. Wasn't there a bag of pretzels around here they could probably spear them with?

By now the bowl is adequately heated though, so the hookah should finally, finally be ready and not with some noxious, fumes that replicated an evergreen forest but only in the most chemical ways. For answer, Lio simply lifts the tongs and pokes at the coals ones more to knock off the thin layer of ash that's accumulated there. Exposed to the air, they flare just a little brighter, burning a little hotter. Lio no longer has a physical sense for such things but he still has enough instinct to know they're at just the right temperature.

Finally, he unravels the hose against and settles back into the worn couch cushions and finds a place that's comfortable leaning against Galo.]


We could. Have you really never made s'mores before? You know. Boy scouts? Summer camp? Playing in the backyard until your parents realize you stole the grill lighter and ground you for two days. Things like that. [There's a flash of a grin not directed at anything in particular and he's definitely not speaking from experience.]

We'll have to do this again only with a proper fire next time.
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-03-24 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's so many layers to Lio that's he's built up over the years. Mantles that he wears like clothing through the various seasons, summer to fall to winter, until he was buried under the weight of them and no one could see the true form that lay beneath them. That's the way he always intended it. Lio Fotia as a person never mattered. Not his life, not his past It was an ideal. A guiding principle that was meant to lead the burnish to a better life, to their salvation.

Galo was perhaps the first person that's managed to peel them away. And he doesn't find it uncomfortable to shed them bit by bit, when the situation calls for it. Like now. Passing acknowledgement that he is a person, was a child once. He had had family at one point. Came from somewhere. There's a whole history to be exhumed.

Galo himself is easier. He bares his heart as plainly as his chest, his whole story on public display for all the world to see. Lio has been aware of it on some level, for a long time now. He doesn't forget it now. Galo doesn't draw attention to it but it's presence lurks in depths of their conversation. Lio doesn't like to assume. Galo confirms it anyway.

Relaxing into the couch and fitting into the warm pocket just benath Galo's arm--in the absence of the Promare, he gives off the heat of a furnace--Lip puts the hookah between his lips ans breathes deep. It saves him from having to answer right away but the way he stares out at the sparse decor on the opposite wall, he's clearly in deep thought.

The breath he holds is a shallow one and released with great plumes of sweet, strawberry scented smoke. After the s'mores, with their chocolate notes and caramel undertones the fruit is a pleasant complement. When he smiles, it could be easy to mistake for his appreciation of the taste]


Yeah. A bonfire sounds about right. As big as you are tall and twice as wide. [Selfishly lost in the moment, he takes another drag, a smaller one before Galo can cut in too quickly with a protest.] Where we grew up. There were all these lakes. In the summer we'd have these bonfires. One week everyone would have them so the whole beach was lit up bright as day. We called it the ring of fire.

Like the old song, you know? [Tilting his head back so his hair spills onto Galo's shoulder, he looks up at him with a fiendish grin. Maybe he won't know it. It was practically a hundred years old after all.]
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[personal profile] incensor 2020-03-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Though they've known each other for months now, it can still surprise Lio, just how comfortable he feels around Galo. Sitting here, with his arms practically around him, everything outside of that just seems to drift away. He doesn't think about it. It's like it doesn't even matter, just for today.

Last time--that was weeks ago--they'd ended up back at Galo's place after some media event sprawled out on Galo's bed browsing the worst of r/showerthoughts and staying up till two am arguing about whether things could actually be on fire or fire was on things. Another particularly inane post had driven them to the convenience store where they proceeded to buy out the entire stock of oranges and take them to a near by park. Swinging side by as the sky bled from deep dark blue to pink as the sunrise crested over the high rise buildings all around him. Months out, it was somehow nostalgic. They'd promise that they should do this again. Probably say something just like it today. Something always comes up, another meeting, another late night. Another cat stuck in a tree though Lio can't really complain about those when he gets like a dozen pictures as an apology.

Little by little the daily monotonies don't just wear Lio down, the fill him up. Always pushing harder, always striving for better. It's a wonder where he keeps finding room for any of it. Until, serendipitously, days like this happen and Galo pulls out the stopper, letting it all spill out again. Bleeding him empty, until he's completely free.

Galo says he doesn't know the song and that's all Lio cares about in that moment, eyes a little wider, a little brighter, the smile spreading like an infection.]
No? Johnny Cash? [Galo, please.] It's a classic.

[Maybe it's the hookah possessing him now. It doesn't take long for it to go to the head. Lio gives the stiff end of the hose a little swing and starts to hum the opening refrain of a song he knows all too well.] I fell in to a burning ring of fire. I fell down down down and the flames they went higher. No?

[He gives Galo maybe a second to respond before it's clear the recognition isn't there. Lio, with his family and his childhood and this lake in the summer and now. Music. He's just overflowing today. And it's nice. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he makes the promise, if only to himself that it wouldn't be weeks upon weeks again. That he'd make more time for this. For himself. For both of them.

Finally, the hose is a passed over for Galo to appreciate. Or choke on again. Either option is still a genuine possibility.]
It's settled then. I'll torture you with a bonfire and a proper music education.