❝fer yer sake, i hope y'just didn’t imply that i look like a train wreck.
                                      th'trash can won’t be the next thing t'catch on fire.❞

                          it was an empty threat, but the tone held a promise. 
                          the phoenix shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets, 
                          keeping her narrowed eyes locked on the punk. cas 
                          still didn’t know what to make of him— 

                                                                            ❝ain’t y'cold?❞