With a fire extinguisher on his back, Kurama finally staggered up to the third floor.
"Kurama! It's been half an hour! What floor are you on now?! Hurry! If you take any longer, the people upstairs will be in danger!" a colleague shouted through the radio at his waist.
"D-don't rush me... I... I-I... made it to the third floor," Kurama said in a trembling voice, sprawled on the stairs and gasping for breath.
"The third floor?? Hurry, hurry, hurry! Kurama! You're only forty-one floors away from them!"
"...Why don't you just let me die...?"
Several hours later...
"Ahh~ Kurama, where are you? From what I can see, the fire's reached somewhere in the twenties. You should be there by now, right?" His colleague, who had just woken from a nap, asked with a yawn.
"I... I... made it. I... I... I'm about to... put out the fire," Kurama said weakly, lying half-dead in the middle of the blaze.
His two little legs trembling, Kurama shakily rose at the top of the stairs and took the fire extinguisher off his back...
Then he held the extinguisher in one hand and its hose in the other, aimed at the flames, and pressed the handle...
"Who... who gave me an extinguisher that wasn't pressurized?!" Kurama stared at the hose in his hand, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. In disbelief, he frantically pumped the handle, but the extinguisher never even let out a puff of air...
"Who!!! Who?!! Who the fuck gave me an unpressurized extinguisher!!!"
"Aaaaaaah!!"
"Kurama! Don't panic! Here's what we'll do! Come downstairs, and I'll give you a new extinguisher. Then you can go back up. Who knows what floor the fire will have spread to by then!"
"What??!! Aaaaaaah!"
His colleague, who had just woken up