He snarls as he walks past Ema, his fists aflame with fire. The targets outside were all aflame, having been his target for his anger.

Emq raised her eyebrows sthim as she kept talking.

His hands suddenly unclench, the fire diminishing as he gently takes her free hand and guides her towards his room, in need of comfort.

Ema still talking.

And nicote is trying to finsher to ask her to move her penguin whos being sturbburn.

He glares at the phone in her hand as he sits on his bed, inviting her to sit anywhere. He clenches his fists, glaring at the photo on his bedside table.

Evan was done with his run and now was in his room, relaxing.

Ema motions, 10 more minutes. She's getting intense-seems like she's arguing with someone. (She is. About mackeral vs. trout. Don't ask.)

Nicote was storming around, looking for Ema. He needed to ask her about something URGENTLY and she was on a Buisness Call, of all things.

A sword fell from the ceiling just behind Evan, freezing before striking the bed. It slowly wavered back up to Azurian's hand. 'Sorry,' he called down. 'Dropped it while practising.' Standing up on the rafters, he proceeded to walk the length while making several elegant strokes.

nEWT GLANCed up. "...?"

He huffs, grabbing the picture and burning it. He crumples it to ashes, littering it on the floor and growling.