P.k: would you have preferred it be you?

P.k: to what?

P.k: I need to leave. If Will lashes out without jay knowing why, someone’s going to intentionally or unintentionally die, *laughs a little* not that I would mind.

P.k: *grabs Mickey (gently) immediately and sets him on his hand* don’t touch anywhere near my head. To my shoulders. You’ll burn yourself. *almost immediately his hairs temperature rises to its original state*

P.k: *keeps himself light on his feet as he looks around for any sight of a pink fog* this place is bigger than it looks. *sigh* how troublesome

P.k: *flinches but remembers he put his temperature down* no need to be angry with me Mickey, although it’s amusing to see. *gently nudges Mickey away* I’m going to search for Will, wish me luck. [not that I’ll need it.] *heads out the room and begins his search*

P.k: *stands up and dusts off nonexistent dust from his clothes* then I’ll be off. It’s not long before Will has a tantrum.

P.k: *hums* so you’re done crying?

P.k: *opens his eyes and stares at them with uninterest* it’s not like you’re going to die.

P.k: don’t apologize. You’re not at fault

P.k: take it how you want

P.k: I don’t care if you yell at me. Hell you could be pissed beyond belief and I wouldn't care

P.k: very well. *forces his hairs temperature to cool down enough for him to lean on the wall and closes his eyes*

P.k: now we’re getting somewhere, there there, let it all out

P.k: *smiles and sits down, resting his head on his palm* i think I’ll stay

P.k: *sets it aflame* if I leave I have the chance of getting caught. I can’t wander around aimlessly, looking for the room where Will resides. Sure I could do a simple little trick to get there, but where’s the fun in that? Everything has a limit.

P.k: *mumbles a “sleep well” and rests his head on their shoulder*

P.k: I didn’t choose to be here, Ignore my presence.

P.k: if you say so.

P.k: *looks at him with a blank expression and just watches him cry*

Will: *sighs and settles to sit down near a corner*