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Which is better? Fire or Ice.

Fire.

Obviously.

Hey. I handed you,your ass last time we fought.

Yeah, well--- that was a fluke. Never happening again.

[He gets in real close,his mouth inches away from Johns]

Oooooooooh nice come back there. Really, should have won an award.

[doesn't back down! never backs down.]

Bite me, Drake.

[He doesn't move either! He stands his ground]

Something tells me you'd love it if I did.

[long pause, then a shiteating grin]

You wouldn't have the balls, either way.

You'd be surprised at what I have the balls to do. John

Keep telling yourself that, popsicle.

[He moves in closer, his ice blue eyes twinkling]

Fuck you John.

[He leans in and bites him hard on the neck before letting go. smiling at him]

I always did win at chicken.

Agh-

[Somehow, totally didn't see that coming.]

Christ. [rubs neck] That was pretty gay, Bobby. [not that Pyro is a sore loser or anything!]

You loved it John.

Don't get too excited, I'd take anything over Marie's crazy death suck fingers.

[He glares and pushes him up against the wall, holding him by the scruff off his shirt]

I can still make you a walking ice-cube Pryo.

[retaliates by pushing back so he can get all up into Bobby's face in return, flamethrower in his palm theatrically~~!!1~~ erupting into a fistful of fire]

Try it, Iceman, and I'll turn you into a puddle.

I can't believe we use to be friends.

[he changes into his iceform slowly, it creeped over his face to hide the hurt look on his face]

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