How would Tale, Fell, and Horror Grillby(if you do them that is) react if some douche bag tried to throw a bucket of water on Fuku to see what would happen, only to have S/O push Fuku out of the way of the splash and get soaked themselves? How would the flame Bois react to S/O chewing out the person who tried to throw water on a flame like, "What do you mean you wanted to know what would happen!? You could have killed them!!" and just overall being ready to slap a bitch?
Grillby steps up to your side, glowering at the douche from beneath his fogged glasses. His silence is intimidating, but everyone can hear his crackling growing into a roaring fire. The heat has considerably risen within the bar.
The offender gulps, no longer finding their curiosity amusing. Grillby extends a finger toward the door, and they trip over themselves in their haste to flee, while everyone remains staring at the three of you.
Fuku is grateful, although states that it wouldn’t kill her–magic, and all that. It would, however, be unpleasant.
Grillby looks over your drenched attire, and you can see his features soften; you know him well enough to pick up on this subtle cues and read his face.
“…….thank you,” he murmurs, his voice distorted, even though his crackling rage has eased. "let’s…. get you dried off.“
He escorts you upstairs.
Instantly, the bar is an inferno.
Fellby’s got a jagged, white hot smirk as he glares down his wire-rimmed glasses at the offender. He’s impressed by your fortitude; the fact that you stood up for his niece means that you’ve got guts, and that’s admirable where he’s from. Of course, he picked you as his S/O because he saw the fire within your SOUL, and it was enough to make him actually settle down and stop flirting with other people.
He steps up to your side and reaches out clasp his hand on the jerk’s shoulder. There’s no mirth within his burning gaze, yet his smirk is bemused. The offender hisses, trying to pull away, but Fellby holds tight. Smoke and wisps of violet embers rise from the flame elemental’s touch.
”…..get out while you still can… or else… i’ll let my flame tear you apart.“ He tilts his head toward you to indicate he’s referring to you, and the offender glances toward your pissed expression. They quickly realize they’ve chosen the wrong group to mess with, and what started off as drunken wonderment has now got them stone cold sober and scared shitless.
Is that the scent of burning flesh?
They scramble out of the bar, clutching their shoulder. Fellby turns to sweep you into his arms, pulling you flush against him. Steam rises from where your wet clothes meet his flames.
The night only gets steamier from there.
Grillby lumbers over you, his face contorted in its usual grimace as he turns to the person you’re chewing out. His hands rest on your shoulders, but his flames don’t burn you; however, steam does begin to rise from between his fingers thanks to your wet clothes.
The red bird monster squawks a translation: "GRILLBY SAYS YOU FUCKED UP!“
Grillby proceeds to grab the person over his head effortlessly (even if his magic is depleting, leaving him eternally burning, he’s still got incredible strength), holding their shoulders with one hand and their hips with the other. They flail, and he chunks them onto the grill.
*You guys have seen how horrifying HT!Grillbz is, right? I love him. Even if he does kinda break my heart.