"Fiiiiine." I groan. He's small enough that I can grab him, and carry him over to an abandoned lot with no grass.
"It's better then burning down a building, dirt boy." I smirk, and some hair falls over my face.
I put him down.
"Oh, uh, I like Gold. It's a regal color." I say. "Your's?"
"So, mind telling me why my sister is dying?" I yell towards them.
"Wow, good thing I backed away.." I mutter.
I decide to take him back to the hut. Maybe he could clean when he woke up.
I pick him up and go inside with him slung over my shoulder.
"This—" I point to passed out Jean—"Was not my doing."