8=l < This is the kind of mood I'm in 8=l < Content warning for fire and the like [VIDEO POSTED] Here he is! Camera is on his face. It's dimly lit where he's at, with an orange glow. Somehow, the red rope around his neck still feels bright in this light. Disregard that part though. The camera flips around, and you see flowing lava oozing in a fall from the ceiling, p001ing into a moat that flows off camera. He scoots forward and reaches, the molten rock oozing over his hand and through his fingers. His hand cups, oils on his %in burning in low flames but his %in itself is unharmed. The lava p001s in his palm, rather globular. The camera flips back to his face and he holds his hand overhead, stic% his tongue out, and lets the molten rock ooze hotly from his hand right to his mouth. Nose scrunchies, icky, but that's the only rea%on. Grins, then spits a red-hot bite out. "It tastes like burnt mud."