[ The sight of an ablaze Henry might have startled him in the past, but the nonchalant laughter coupled with the flickering flame worked a harmony of stark contrast.
A harmony unique to Henry.
Lips too chapped and cracked to do little more than bleed, and a throat too seared and hoarse to produce speech, he etches out a remarkably unperturbed: ]
'-Hey.'
[ Immediately followed by another short message, humorless in tone: ]
'OK.. you don't know you're on fire, do you ?? now is kinda a bad time for your hilarity'
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A harmony unique to Henry.
Lips too chapped and cracked to do little more than bleed, and a throat too seared and hoarse to produce speech, he etches out a remarkably unperturbed: ]
'-Hey.'
[ Immediately followed by another short message, humorless in tone: ]
'OK.. you don't know you're on fire, do you ??
now is kinda a bad time for your hilarity'