Post by niall on Aug 1, 2013 15:08:53 GMT -5
“Gah! Son of a shit guzzling Trubbish!” Niall let the flaming hoop fall to the ground and shoved his fingers into his mouth with quick efficiency and a handful of half mumbled curses.
“Again? Really, Niall?” Nara looked, non-plussed, to say the least. Of course, this always happened, so it was more or less old hat these days. The boy just didn't know when to quit. She'd flat out told him that it wasn't going to work, but what would an Arcanine trainer know about fire anyway? Oh yeah, that it burned the people who were dumb enough to play with it! Why couldn't he just stick to the routine like everyone else?
“I di'in mesh up iss time,” he protested.
“Said the boy who burnt himself over a mouth full of fingers.”
“Shu'up. Ish only three, my mouf ishn't fuw.”
“That's not the point. This is what, like the fourth time this week? Just give it up already. It can't be done. Just stick to the routine this time.”
Niall pulled his fingers from his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.“Can too.”
“Uh...huh...” She didn't sound the least bit convinced. No surprises there, really. That girl had no imagination.
“It can!” He was so not in the business of giving up and, besides, it was the coolest thing he'd thought up in months. His routine was growing stale. Sure, other people didn't think so, but they didn't see it every week, he did, and just...ugh. What was the point of letting a routine get stale? He could do half of that shit in his sleep now. Where was the danger? Where was the challenge? Gone! That's where.
Determined to prove her wrong, Niall crouched down to retrieve the fallen hoop. “I'll get it this time for sure,” he informed her, but Nara was already walking away. What nerve! He was going to risk life and limb to show her something cool, to prove that it was possible, and she wasn't even paying attention to him anymore.
Niall let out a sigh and glanced over at Hestia. The flareon's head was cocked to one side, as though she meant to ask him something. Niall shrugged. “Yeah, I don't get her either. Come on, let's get back to work, we've got until tomorrow to figure this out.”
Half a dozen burns and a bit of singed hair later (about two hours' time in laymens terms), Niall was bent double and panting while Hestia sat by his side looking none the worse for wear. She was a trooper his Hesita, and born for this besides. Niall, however, well he was born for it, but it took a bit more work on account of his being human and not exactly fireproof.
"Alright, girl, let's take a break." It wan't quite right yet, but it was getting closer, and a little break wouldn't hurt., right?
Niall wove through the tents that, to most, appeared to have sprung up out of nowhere overnight, until he found one of the coolers that had been left out for practice. The lid was stuck, but a series of hard thwacks got it loose and soon he was guzzling down a bottle of water like his life depended on it.