Drystan & Flare
Drystan
I saw you tearing up the subway, Flare. Ever think about turning a campfire into a stage? Maybe we can swap tricks—your beat for my fire.
Flare
Yo, campfire vibes, huh? I’ll bring the sparks, you bring the heat—let’s light up the night, no cue, just pure fire and rhythm. Ready to turn that blaze into a stage? Let's do this.
Drystan
Sounds like a plan. Just keep the spark in check and the rhythm steady—otherwise we’ll have a midnight concert of smoldering regrets. Ready when you are.
Flare
You know it, firestarter! I’ll keep the sparks just right, but trust me the rhythm will explode louder than a midnight pyro show. Let’s paint the night sky with beats and blaze, partner.
Drystan
Sounds good—just keep the spark close enough that the rhythm doesn’t turn the whole sky into ash. Ready when you are.
Flare
Got it—tight spark, steady groove, no sky‑ash surprises. I’m already buzzing, so let’s light up that midnight dance floor!