Main Campfire, Saturday late afternoon

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked. 

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

(ooc: it's open if you like.)

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've heard that," he said quietly, thinking back on that night. It was just something he had never, in a million trillion years, ever ever think about doing. And he did it. Maaan!

"So, uh..."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"You want to be distracted from the boykissy subject dontcha?" Mac said, still just a little bit smirky.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He grinned a little and dared a peek at her. She was enjoying his discomfort, he knew it!

"That'd be good, yeah."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Torch a marshmallow man," she said jerking her head towards them. "It'll make you feel better."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"But...what if they come back to haunt me? What if they come alive and, I don't know, strap me to my bed and declare a Staypuff mutiny?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"... then you're already doomed," Mac replied simply. "One more won't make much difference."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"You're totally right," he said, giving her an impish grin. Then he totally launched a puffy dude and sent a fireball chasing after him to torch him in the air.

"Score!"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac sat back and shook her head in amusement. Boys and setting things on fire.