[PROMPT] Living in Sin [1]

Ignition is many things, but above all else he is a greed bun due to his horns. When they grew in he had been...far different than he is at the moment. In a way he dislikes his horns, as they are a tapestry of how he used to be. He's in denial, however, since he still has those tendencies in him.

While he no longer hoards items like carats, or clothes, he does still hoard one thing. A singular group of items that he seems to have fixated on for as long as he can remember. 

Explosives.

Despite what you may think, He is actually rather careful with them. Ignition doesn't want anyone to be in danger, or himself for that matter, and most of them are very securely stashed. Greed is a vice, while not familiar to Ignition much,  that is still present within him and his reactions. He can be slightly possessive over his little gunpowder babies.

If you happened to touch one while he was there he would surely snap at you and whack your hands off them. Not many people know about his collection in reality. After all, he hasn't really met anyone he's comfy sharing it with nor someone he trusts to know about it. It's all his, and he plans to add to it continuously. 

Today Ignition is...surprisingly actually ORGANISING his collection for once. It has its own section in his apartment and it's very safe and overly secured. Nothing active of course. Despite being a greed bun, thanks to not having any sloth tendencies Ignition is very organised. At the moment he's lining up boxed and secured fireworks near the back, shoulder to shoulder and keeping the very harmless things like sparklers and bang snaps near the front. 

Some of them are already sitting neat on freshly dusted shelves or packed away into boxes so he can stack them easier. He has his own little checklist which he's drilled a single nail into the wall for, so he can hang it up. He dates the paperwork for the day he's organised and does a stock intake. Greedy or not, he will organise his hoarding into a numbered list. He even has little sections of the wall with paper holding a letter and number to section out his little room, so he can find and relocate things better. 

With a sigh, Ignition hangs up the clipboard on the hook and stretches as he rises from his sore and stiff sitting position at the front of the room. '

Day of organising done, We'll pick it up next time' he thinks to himself before gently closing the door behind him as he exits.