Pyromaniac

“Pyro”

“What?”

“Quit it”

“Quit what?”

“Quit pulling my tail”

“I’m not pulling your tail”

“Yes you are, I can feel it”

“I promise you I’m not pulling your tail-“

“Where the hELL ARE WE???” Manic screams into the open country.
After melting the chains off themselves, Sushi, Dewdrop, that cannibal mirror, and some bones were magic teleported away, leaving Pyromanic in utter confusion. They had crawled through about a mile of cave just to emerge out of some normal bushes and into an open field.
“ITS YOUR FAULT WE ARE IN THIS SITUATION” Manic screeched angerly. “How? I was just sitting there?” “WELL SOMEONE NEEDS TO STEP UP AND TAKE THE BLAME AND YOUR THE CLOSEST DRAGON AROUND!” “Well-“ “NO EXCUSES! I bet yOU WANTED ME TO GET LOST! DIDNT YOU!” “We’re attached, there is literally no way you could leave me” “well UGH” The brothers sit their haunch’s onto the ground and contemplate life choices, Pyro, remembering he took the pretty lil box, fished it out of his head covered and took a look at it. Turning the box over he inspects all the glittering gemstones placed into it, it seemed to be of extraordinary craftsmanship.
“Eeehhh, whatcha got thereeee?” “Just that box that came from the ice cold angry dragon” “oh? The one you STOLE after we both PROMISED we wouldn’t ever never do that again?” Manic snarky said. “Yes. The one I stole” Pyro said simply. “Well, anything in it?” Manic took over the arm holding the box and gave it a little shake by his ear, not really hearing much the brothers open up the box, taking a peak inside.

At the sudden commanding shout of GentleSnow both of the dragons sat down on the wooden floor and shut up. Gazing up at her with a bewildered and dazed look, Manic half snarled. “And what if I DONT want to sit?” He asked while sitting. “Yeah, what if..what…if……uh…” Sushi tried to chime in, forgetting where he was actually going with that. Both of them quiet down and glance around with an uncomfy cough.

The poor door, unfortunately, was lying horizontally on the floor of the tavern, splintered around the hinged edge and letting in a chilly breeze from outside. The Aberrations flamed body seem to dim a little in warmth and their lovely decayed smell was wafted around the room to the other patrons. A small hiss escapes Pyro as he tries to lift his head up, finally awake from his forced snooze. He glances around the tavern quietly tucking himself deeper into his hood, muttering something unlegible to Manic. Manic shrugs it off and tells him to quite whining about everything.

At the thump of the dragon near them collapsing to the ground Pyromanic flinched looking over. Manic with a partly confused and uncaring look, and Pyro with an unreadable expression, while Sushi just ignored the situation. “Shouldn’t have drank so much” Manic sneered quietly. “Your one to talk” Pyro mumbled.

FIGURINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!” Pyro practically screeched at Tide, he was so excited that he actually got points that the aberration’s normally orange fire flared up to blue, although it didn’t seem to actually burn only make the air a little warmer.
“He would like the figurines please” Manic translated, an only partially annoyed expression on his face like this might be a common occurrence for him.

“REAlly? That old dirt bag Earthshaker still DOES things?” Manic sneers to the arriving dragon.

“Excuse my brother, he’s a bit eccentric, hit on the head as a hatchling you know?” Pyro adds in glaring at his counterpart head. “Anyway, never mind us, your group here should probably just get going if it’s gonna be getting worse, we were just taking a small break from are flying that all” He gives a little shrug.

“YEAH just get GOING WON’T YAH?! It’s not like we’re PLANNING ANY WRONG DOING! WE WERE NOT GONNA STEAL FROM-“ Pyro immediately head butted Manic, this seems to knock him off his conversational track and the heads fight and scrabble once more, the fire on them grows.

A little ways away sitting on a piece of gagged unruly earth a black and orange seemingly on fire aberration picks at his claws, Pyro, the left head of the aberration grumbles and complains for sticking around after such a seemingly catastrophic event, while the right head, Maniac, is intently keeping a eye on the merchant tent a little ways away with a wide and unnerving grin plastered upon his face.