Michael, god damn it-- [ If he could make a fist, he would. It's bad enough that Michael made a recreation of her, if he could stop mocking her, and his feelings for her, and--
Wait. Wait, he knows that smell. Alex's entire body goes cold, like ice in his blood. The grease underneath him? That spells bad. He scrambles, he rolls- but the cocktail lands right in the puddle, igniting and spreading to- shit, it's still on his leg. It's still on his arm, it's--
He catches. Without even meaning to, he lets out a horrible pained scream as he can feel his jeans (fantasy jeans, he's not...very good at this blending in thing-) start to melt to his skin. Tears sting his eyes and he lets out a hiss as he scrambles to a place not lit aflame. The fire casts lovely shadows through the fog; Michael can definitely see him writhe through it.
It'll take him a minute to get somewhere he can try to roll and put it out. The pain's so intense that he feels he's going to throw up. That's...severely not good, for him. ]
cw: just so much burns, emetophobia
Wait. Wait, he knows that smell. Alex's entire body goes cold, like ice in his blood. The grease underneath him? That spells bad. He scrambles, he rolls- but the cocktail lands right in the puddle, igniting and spreading to- shit, it's still on his leg. It's still on his arm, it's--
He catches. Without even meaning to, he lets out a horrible pained scream as he can feel his jeans (fantasy jeans, he's not...very good at this blending in thing-) start to melt to his skin. Tears sting his eyes and he lets out a hiss as he scrambles to a place not lit aflame. The fire casts lovely shadows through the fog; Michael can definitely see him writhe through it.
It'll take him a minute to get somewhere he can try to roll and put it out. The pain's so intense that he feels he's going to throw up. That's...severely not good, for him. ]
M-- Michael- Michael, please--!