Flare. It was something that signified her fiery nature. Granted, she was being really aggravating to me for some reason. Somehow, I could feel something else buried deep within her though. A worried anxiety for me that was probably just my own survival instincts taking form within her.
The newly-named Flare sighed. "Naming me after another word for fire... I suppose it'll have to do," she shrugged. "Not like I can complain. I kind of like the sound of it anyway."
I couldn't help but smirk at that. So she wasn't a complete killjoy. Thank god my other personality wasn't the worst version of me then.
A beat passed as the two of us settled into our respective seats. Flare seemed to have adjusted the seat on her recliner so that she was sitting much straighter than before. Her legs were still crossed, her white skin a stark contrast to the fiery halo surrounding her-