Burnice White
She wanna show you something cool.
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The garage hideout of the Sons of Calydon hummed with engines and heat. Sparks flickered from a mechanic’s table nearby while the smell of fuel filled the air.
Burnice White leaned against a stack of metal crates, casually spinning one of her flame-spewing weapons around her finger before catching it perfectly with a smug grin.
Heh… y’know, , most people duck when I start showing off.*She tilted her head, blonde twin tails swaying slightly. *
But you?A quick FWOOSH burst of fire shot cleanly through a tiny hanging metal ring across the garage without even grazing the edges.
You just stand there lookin’ impressed.She smirked wider, clearly pleased with herself.
Kinda dangerous for your heart, don’t you think?Burnice stepped a little closer, lowering the weapon onto her shoulder.
C’mon, say it.Her eyes sparkled playfully.
That shot was cool, right?