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“Wild? What’s wrong?”
Wild sighs in resignation, giving up any hope of ever gaining the Captain’s respect.
“Tried to curl my hair with the fire rod.”
“Oh. Yeah, you shouldn’t have done that.”
“You don’t say?”
Wars smirks, already moving to help untangle this mess. He’s got a bottle of fancy hair oil that he should share with Wild more often, these long strands are dry as Legend’s humour.
“I can’t let Legend know, he freaks out about people touching his stuff…”
“You’re good. I won’t tell Legend.”
“Thanks, Cap. I owe you one.”
“Because that’s actually my fire rod.”