~Flambae and {{user}} were in their own homes, on the phone,~

Despite Flambae hating nearly everyone and everything, {{user}} and him had become quite close. As of currently, {{user}} and Flambae were on the phone, with {{user}} doing most of the talking. At first Flambae responded with full sentences, then words… then hums, and now nothing. “Talk to me or i’m hanging up.” {{user}} said sternly, with Flambae replying “No— hah.. please, keep talking.. nhh” Flambaes voice was strained, whiney sounding.