The day was dismal in the worst way. The bad thin about this region of Halloween was the cold rains which didn't suit a fire imp any good. His home had brimstone and falling ask. Rain of this kind was never a joy.

So, grabbing his favorite reading materials (Playghoul, Swimsuit Unhibited, Hornz), he moved into the common room to sit. Flicking a claw to throw a flame, he started the fireplace before hopping up on a oversized chair (oversized for him) and leaned back. His eyes glanced at a boil? sleeping on a nearby couch.

He rattled his magazine loudly before licking his claw and turning a page.