"What?" Lio blinks at him. "Are you messing with me? I was--"
Oh. Oh he was hitting on him. He was hitting on Galo Thymos, idiot firefighter extraordinaire who-- well. Who had saved his life. And stood against Kray Foresight with him. And who is objectively attractive as hell, but that is not the point here.
It's about here that he realizes his hand is fully pressed against Galo's ass at the moment, given that it's caught up in his pocket. He's copping a feel of Galo's butt, and it's a nice butt, and he really needs to get a hold of himself and not of Galo's ass. What the hell.
"Tch. It's just a skating rink." He tugs his hand out of Galo's pocket now, or tries to. It's a tight fit. He tugs harder. "It's not like I can be defeated by a frozen puddle. I--" His hand comes free, but the momentum knocks his already-precarious balance off, and Lio goes down hard, right onto the ice that he'd just spoken so cocky about. Unfortunately the jolt of cold and ice is more than he's ready for, and it does defeat him -- or at least it defeats the clothes he's shaped from his fire, leaving a disgruntled, cranky and very-naked-except-for-skates Lio Fotia sprawled out on the ice. "C-cold!"
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Oh. Oh he was hitting on him. He was hitting on Galo Thymos, idiot firefighter extraordinaire who-- well. Who had saved his life. And stood against Kray Foresight with him. And who is objectively attractive as hell, but that is not the point here.
It's about here that he realizes his hand is fully pressed against Galo's ass at the moment, given that it's caught up in his pocket. He's copping a feel of Galo's butt, and it's a nice butt, and he really needs to get a hold of himself and not of Galo's ass. What the hell.
"Tch. It's just a skating rink." He tugs his hand out of Galo's pocket now, or tries to. It's a tight fit. He tugs harder. "It's not like I can be defeated by a frozen puddle. I--" His hand comes free, but the momentum knocks his already-precarious balance off, and Lio goes down hard, right onto the ice that he'd just spoken so cocky about. Unfortunately the jolt of cold and ice is more than he's ready for, and it does defeat him -- or at least it defeats the clothes he's shaped from his fire, leaving a disgruntled, cranky and very-naked-except-for-skates Lio Fotia sprawled out on the ice. "C-cold!"