Date: 2021-04-19 05:28 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mutiemeh
[ despite the cold, quentin looks faintly flushed, mouth a thin line in his face as he takes in the cabin, the small bed with its meager blankets, every place where cold air seeps in around windows and doors. it's fucking freezing, it's like some fucking trope right out of a comic book, and he's with david of all people.

he grimaces at the question, but instead of answering for the moment, he starts plugging the holes with his tk, leaving little pink glowing spots around the cabin as he closes off the worst of the drafts. he shuffles the running of those dozen small shields into a background process in his mind, then finally turns to peer at the fireplace. ]


Sure, [ he says, and lifts a hand, snapping a pink psionic flame into existence between thumb and forefinger. ] But I don't have the first fucking clue how to keep it going once it's lit. [ like.. how do you stack wood so it doesn't just gutter out? how do you keep it from burning through their supply too quickly?

he probably should have paid more attention during logan's outdoorsy style classes, but honestly, he'd never been interested in it, and there'd always been someone else around more invested in it anyway. ]
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