Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
(XD ;w; )
Graham pouted, giving him his spoon.
Reaver gently took the spoon, making sure no one else was watching before he'd flick a flame to dance just above his thumb to heat the spoon. Not too hot, but warm enough to cut through the ice cream. He'd then smile, handing it back to Graham. "Try it now."