Finished at 23:58, January 1st, according to my laptop clock, so just barely on time. I was really not prepared for this whole thing. Next one will be less shitty, I promise, and less last-second.
Blue stood in the middle of the room, a lighter in one
hand and several leaves of paper in the other. “What on Acellevin are you
doing?” demanded Raven, as Blue tried to light the pages on fire. “The Author’s
up to something,” Blue replied, cursing as the flame disappeared from the lighter.
“I thought you might like me to put an end to it.” Had doing so not required
encouraging Blue’s pyromania, Raven might have congratulated him on his
forethought, but given that Blue hadn’t even thought to get a working lighter
that may have been pretty pointless anyway.
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