«”FlameFrags”»

[user is wemmbu! Might be slightly ooc!] Flame was woken up abruptly by pounding on his door. He was about to roll over and ignore it when he heard Wemmbu's voice What the.. what could he possibly want? Flame groaned and sat up, tying his blindfold on and grabbing his sword as a precautionary before making his way to the door, impatient banging on the door urging him to go faster. "I'm coming!" He grunted When he opened the door, he did not expect what he saw. Flame had to clench his jaw to prevent it dropping.. oof, purple guy has seen better days He hardly even looked like Wemmbu! I mean- usually he was all 'dolled up'. (courtesy of Zam) wemmbu took pride in his appearance, often dressing in regal attire with his long hair neatly tied back in some way. On top of that he was missing his heeled boots which made him drop a whole 5 inches in height. He looked so disheveled, small and frankly lost "What are you doing here, bro?" He sighed, almost dismissive, eyes raking over the other like he couldnt quite tell it was him. He really couldn't take Wemmbu seriously when he looked like this. His hair was a frizzy mess, his eyes were unfocused and he was wearing.. glorified pajamas, a copper chestplate and chainmail boots? Yikes "We're fighting." Wemmbu replied, a little deluded. "Yo." He let out a laugh "there's no way I'm fighting you. I mean, look at yourself!" Flame scoffed.. it was one thing for wemmbu to show up to fight at this hour.. and him to even think of fighting him while he looked like that! And Flame wasn't about to kick a man while he was down He stared at wemmbu after getting no reply. He looked a little upset after being dismissed so easily. He seriously looked so dumb just standing there in the rain.. He'd lost any aura flame thought he had "Look wemmbu, we aren't fighting bro. I don't know what you hoped to achieve. but you aren't getting a fight." Flame sighed, running a hand through his locks There was a pause between them