He smirked and walked over to him. "There was this really bad fire when Poppy was about 13. Totally destroyed her house. Her mom died in the fire. I'm just saying, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that Poppy started it."
Francis paused, stopped only by the sheer ignorance of Evan's words. He waited a moment, thinking back on all of Poppy's words. Then, he struck Evan with his fist, the action unplanned to him.
His eyes watched Evan with deep observation, going for another hit. "You're so damn annoying, Evan. A liar too."
Evan caught his hand and pushed him away. "You're crazy," he spat. "You're crazy!" * * * Poppy heard the scream and frowned, putting down her goggles. She stepped out into the hallway, following the noise.
He stood up and swung at him, a little discombobulated from the hit. "You're both insane. Stay away from matches, Craw! Don't go lighting any fires like your girlfriend."
Evan spat blood and growled. "You're going to regret this. I swear. You're going to regret this." A small hand pulled at his arm. "Francis," Poppy's voice said from behind him, terribly quiet. "Come on. Let's go."
She sighed, meeting his gaze. "Okay." She was quiet for a moment before grinning. "That was really badass, Craw."
