@VitalProtector + his muerto-blood-stained baseball pants.
What he wouldn't do for a nice load of laundry nowadays.
"Well, what do ya say? I'll make you, Gabe, and I a nice pitcher of lemonade; the best way to beat the summer heat."
@VitalProtector +
Then again, where was he gonna get said ingredients? Pretty sure all the lemon farms in the world were destroyed by now.
He wiped his shoulders "clean" and then proceeded to wipe his hands on his pants. If he hadn't been used to muertos, then he would've freaked out about +
@VitalProtector + absolutely STUFFED. I don't think I can eat anymore for a little bit. I know, fantastic food prepared by yours truly!"
Javi chuckled and stood up, tucking his lighter back into his breastpocket.
"And once we're done. Unless you're about to collapse. I think-."
@VitalProtector + bottom of the pile. A giant flame grew until it engulfed the entire pile, forcing him to fall back onto his rear end.
The smell of rotten barbecue filled the air, causing him to gag lightly.
"Y'know what? Forget the squirrel for a little bit. The barbecue's got me +
@VitalProtector + that fuckin' monster into the wall. I wouldn't want it any other way, but damn, it was scary. I'm just glad you're doing better."
Javi, shut up.
"...So, uh, what's for dinner?" The fact that he could even remotely picture food right now was amazing. Then again, a hungry +