They saw Paint marching down the stairs, playfully fuming, "Flames!" Paint stood at the bottom of the steps, staring right at Flames. "Hmmmmm?" Flames crouched at the third shelf up, smirking. Some Newsies rolled their eyes, it's a daily occurrence that Flames would steal something from Paint and just wait on the shelf for them. "You'se are very dead today Flames." They huffed, making their way towards the shelf. "Oh am I?" "Ye'."