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[blizzardkaiser]

[Obsidian.

Obsidian, stop that.

People are going to need to use the kitchen sometime.

You can't just sit in front of the oven and watch the burner.

Obsidian, no.]

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[blizzardkaiser]

[He removes the torch and stares at the end.]

...

That was easier than I expected.

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[what's with those icons obsidian]

Don't swallow, you'll end up hocking up.. gh...

[speaking of. He tries to restrain it, but he starts coughing, gripping the edge of a table for balance. He usually does his tricks faster than that, and taking big deep demonstrative breaths pushed his lungs too hard.]

[blizzardkaiser]

[he was maybe trying to impress you a little ok

...Oh. Something went wrong...?

He stands up and moves to Red's side, watching him.]

...should I find help?

[He's more concerned than he looks.]

[pyrrhic_thunder]

[oh... maybe you should call me shishou ;> ]

[He recovers for a moment and waves dismissively, shaking his head between coughs.]

Nhh... No.... I just...

[wheeze]

Breathed too damn much, I guess.

[BITTER MUMBLE]

[blizzardkaiser]

...

...from the burn collars?

[He touches his own throat again, through the fabric of the turtleneck.]

[pyrrhic_thunder]

Collars, cigarettes, occupational hazards.

[His cough falls into a wheezy, bitter chuckle. It takes a lot out of him, though, so he crumples down into a chair.]