You stop to think about how that first thing is a terrible, terrible idea and that this thought is way longer than it really needs to be. You shrug, then pick up the fire. You scream out in pain as you both fail to pick up the fire and also fail to equip it to your Strife Specibus. You get very, very angry and try again. You scream in pain as you fail, again, to pick up the fire and equip it to your Strife Specibus.

You consider trying a third time, but with your hands hurting a lot, you remember about the corpse party, and hear the music getting louder as they get closer. You move further into the alleyway, then duck into an alleyway.

The fire is still pretty bad here, but it is warm which is kind of nice because it is pretty cold out, and you don't own any pants or shirts that cover your entire body. You decide to whip out your palmhusk to try and make contact with Nix. The dumbass better not have gotten caught up in this whole mess, not that you care or anything. It would just be your fault if he did, and that is decidedly very uncool. You have no ulterior motives to check on that dork, fuck you very much.