Playing Hookie [Hyper]

"You're gonna get killed at one point, I swear."

Aw man, this guy was great! He needed to get his phone number or something, he needed this kind of deadpan seriousness in his life on a more permanent basis. Not even from a 'man i would totally make out with you if you asked' kind of way (though, yeah, he would totally make out with him if he asked)--Envy was like. Genuinely interesting in the kind of way that if they were to roll around in the hay a little, the best part of it all might be what he says after.

"I mean, I'm flame resistant though, so it's not like the fire hurts me in the first place."

How fun. It had been a while since he could genuinely say that someone interested him on an intelligent level. Not that the other people he'd found attractive weren't intelligent, but Envy was just so...

Viscerally interesting.

He supposed he could understand how having to explain that your a shapeshifter with everyone you meet could be annoying. It's like walking up to someone and being like 'hello im envy im a shapeshifter and sometimes im a girl'.

Yeah, that could be annoying.

"Are you not a demon? I just kinda thought... with the horns and the eyes...?"

"Yep. I'm more or less everything-proof," Sid explained, smiling at Envy. It was interesting, to say the least. It seemed like aside from that blushing episode he tended to be more or less straight-faced with everything he did and said. He wondered if he would really try to set him on fire or drown him

Would he regret telling him that? He hoped that he wouldn't take up in his bed to Envy standing over him with a book of matches and a small jug of gasoline. How frightening.

The drow nodded when he explained that he was probably half demon, and that his demon blood probably had something to do with his inability to properly shapeshift. He figured, then, that his fathat was a demon who could do a lot of shapeshifting. That explained his appearance if nothing else.

But still.

His thoughts kept going back to what he planned to do with the knowledge that Sid was everything-proof.

"Do you want to test my flame resistance?"

"Does that mean I can really set you on fire?"

Uhhh...?

Sid actually didn't know how to respond to that. Should he agree to let the half-demon set him on fire or should he actually listen to his self-preservation instincts that were blaring in the back of his head like sirens, warning him for the first time in a long time that no, dude, this could actually be dangerous to your health.

But at the same time, it was just burning. His skin could resist burning pretty easily. It's not like it would mess up anything. Well, it could potentially heat up his piercings and that could be a problem. But that was unlikely, all things considered.

And well, he was feeling generous.

Plus it could be fun to be set on fire.

"Go ahead. Burn away."

All of a sudden everything about this seemed like a bad idea. But he had offered, and Sid was nothing if not a Drow of his word. He would offer himself up to the apparently pyromaniacal half demon if that would sate his curiosity.

"Why do you have matches on you?" Sid asked as his hands slid into his pockets. He didn't find anything flammable, so he reached into his bag. Normally he carried a little something-something to get him through the day, and he was pretty sure he hadn't put the beautiful little strumpet to use yet, so it should still be kicking around in his bag, just waiting for its chance.

Aha!

From his bag, Sid pulled a fist-sized bottle of vodka. Sometimes you just needed a little drinky at 10:15 AM to get you through till lunch.

He tossed it to Envy.

"Would this help?"

Just in case is a pretty weak reason to carry around matches, Sid wanted to say. He stopped himself mostly because 'just because' was his reasoning for carrying around a few shot glasses worth of vodka around, and when he spent a good amount of his day working with potentially dangerous chemicals he supposed that he was the one in the wrong in that situation.

He watched Envy as he seemed to get really into this. Sid followed the half demon's line of sight to the fire extinguisher. Oh right. If they do this poorly then the whole tower could go up in flames and he knew, he just knew that the administration would have more than a few choice words about that. They would need to be careful.

Still, the drow took the bottle from the demon and opened it easily. He took a swig from the bottle for himself and then poured the rest on himself, wetting his head and torso. The alcohol dripped down from there until the smell seemed to permeate his being.

Sid smirked.

"Okay. Fire away."