Bliss - [He opens his mouth to try and explain, clenches his hand into a fist around the lighter, then sighs heavily and tucks it back into the pocket of his jeans.] - just don't do it again. Alright?
[He can feel the tension he's caused between them, and it irritates him. Of course a human wouldn't understand that a mutant who can't create fire has to be a little protective of his fuel source. A regular Bic would melt under the force of his flames, and zippos are fucking expensive; this is his only way of defending himself, and he can't stand to see it anyone else's hands.
He lies back down and rolls over to face her back, drawing patterns between her shoulderblades with his fingertip. He's no good at making up with people his temper has pissed off - usually they either die or are left behind. What does he do now?]
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[He can feel the tension he's caused between them, and it irritates him. Of course a human wouldn't understand that a mutant who can't create fire has to be a little protective of his fuel source. A regular Bic would melt under the force of his flames, and zippos are fucking expensive; this is his only way of defending himself, and he can't stand to see it anyone else's hands.
He lies back down and rolls over to face her back, drawing patterns between her shoulderblades with his fingertip. He's no good at making up with people his temper has pissed off - usually they either die or are left behind. What does he do now?]