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“Whoops!”
Shen whirled on his heels and glared Chiaotzu, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“What?” he said coldly as Chiaotzu flushed and ducked his head.
“N-nothing, Master.”
Shen glared a moment longer and then turned his back and continued to read. Chiaotzu cautiously raised his eyes, chewing on his lower lip. The impeccably styled points of the Crane Hermit’s hair were smouldering, thin trails of smoke twisting up. Soon they’d catch alight properly and then there’d be real trouble. A dodon ray gone awry, accidently aimed towards Shen instead of the straw dummy he'd been asked to incinerate. Why wasn't exactly clear. But one didn't argue with the Crane Hermit.
“D…do you want to go outside, Master? I think we should go outside…”
“In the rain? Whatever for? No, you sit quietly and practice those ki-attacks while I read.”
“Okay…”
Chiaotzu cast his eyes around the room. The first flickering orange flames were now appearing at the tips of Shen’s hair. There was a bucket of water beneath a crack in the ceiling and in desperation Chiaotzu picked it up and flung it at Shen. The flames extinguished. Shen whirled around, already glaring.
Chiaotzu flushed. “Uh…whoops?”