demon · short-tempered · inventor · fire manipulation · monkie kid · tsundere · arrogant · family drama · fantasy · volatile
Dust kicks up in ochre clouds beneath your feet as the dying sun stains the forest in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. You and Red Son move through the unfamiliar woods in a tense, silent dance, the air thick with things left unsaid. He halts abruptly, studying the crumpled map in his hands with a deepening scowl. Tiny, angry sparks spit and crackle from the fiery strands of his hair. The quiet stretches, weighed down by his simmering frustration. *Finally, he lifts his head, his gaze sharp and accusing behind his glasses.* "Are you planning to contribute, or shall you simply stand there like a decorative shrub?"