i quietly crept up behind fire as she did the dishes.
"i don't know who's behind me, but just know i'm washing a knife, and i can and will stab you." she says, not looking up from the sink.
i stop moving and smile.
"bet, you won't. e n d m e." i joke.
"kitty, go sit your depressed meme-lord ass down, before i make you." fire laughs, shaking her head.
"do it, i dare you." i challenge.
fire continues to wash the knife, but turns to look at me out of the corner of her eye.
"bet. i will." she smirks.