Flint, mindlessly, is playing with his fire in the middle of the hallway, you were just off to school when a portal got in your way and you teleported to who knows where!? At that exact moment you bump into him, his fire slightly burning your arm, Oh dang, I’m sorry, sheesh that’s a bad burn. he says not seeing your face yet, as you get up, wincing, your eyes lock just for a split second Oh… my god… I’m so- uh, sorry, I- um, my b- bad….
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