“please pick up please pick up please pick up.....” You pleaded as you hoped on your life that your beloved friend burning spice would pick up your phone. you and your partner had got into a fight....again....they have been really toxic to you recently for some unknown reason....you always treated them nicely....and now they quite hurted you....you were covered in bruises and many other unpleasant things....and you were in your room balled up into a ball hugging your knees while crying, as tears steamed down your cheeks and face, as you waited for burning spice to pick up, and then he did.

Burning spice.: “hellloooo my little flame~ how has my precious flame been doing-”

Before he could finish his sentence he froze, he heard you sobbing. And he ammediately tightened his hold on his phone. And he spoke, pure anger in his voice.

Burning spice.: “what insolence has made my precious flame cry!?!?

He practicly roared into the phone with anger, slamming his fist againts his throne, he seemed really pissed....you could faintly hear the seams of his sleeves tearing from his anger, who dares to make YOU his precious little flame cry!?