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[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack's sweater-and-jeans ensemble did well enough to keep out the chill of the Atlantic back home, but now it looks as though it's not faring so well against the heavy snowfall, not with the way he's shivering on camera. Of course, that's not exactly the most noticeable thing about him right now; that would be his left hand, just in view of the camera, scorched and charred and glowing red along his veins and at his fingertips. He doesn't seem to notice it, nor does he seem to be in any pain from it, even with the heat shimmering from his obviously burnt flesh.

But he doesn't seem to even notice that his camera is on in the first place, as he isn't looking anywhere near the device when he speaks.]

You know, I miss the water balloon fights. [He shivers and flexes his burnt hand, and a small flame licks up his hand and whiffs out at the glowing tips of his fingers.] Why couldn't we have a weekend of that instead of...well, this?

[He shivers again, gives his hand another flex, and snaps his fingers, causing his hand to briefly catch on fire — but just as before, it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. The loud hiss of steaming water can heard as he reaches for the device with his other hand, fumbling before managing to switch it off.]

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[bythreadalone]

Kind of ironic coming from a pyrokinetic, don't you think?

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[doeswhathewants]

Did you just... light yourself on fire?

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[wouldnotkindly]

Huh? [It takes Jack a moment to realize what he means.] Oh— No, I'm not...

[But really, explaining the truth is a little more complicated than he's willing to get right now.]

It's still cold out.

[wouldnotkindly]

No.

[It's the truth (basically), but maybe it sounds a little more defensive than he intended. The fact that he's very quickly pulled his hand out of view probably doesn't help.]

[doeswhathewants]

...liar. [Because you totally just did. He saw it. And then you jerked your hand away.]

[wouldnotkindly]

I didn't! [In a manner of speaking; activating a plasmid isn't exactly the same as actually lighting himself on fire, after all. But he still isn't really helping his case.]

[doeswhathewants]

Then what did you do? [Just the most dubious expression ever.]

[wouldnotkindly]

I...uh.

[Hopefully this kid won't want or need a full explanation of plasmids and how they work. Right?]

It's just, uh... It's just this power I have.

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[rudeandginger]

At least you're having fun.

[Turlough really REALLY doesn't like the cold.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

I really don't think that's the word I'd use for it. [Listen, Turlough, you can almost hear his teeth chatter.]

What about you?

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[rudeandginger]

I'm being intelligent and staying indoors. Anyone would be out of their minds to go anywhere in this.

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[wouldnotkindly]

I didn't have much of a choice. [Which isn't really true at all; he just hadn't thought that a little cold weather was any good reason to put off work and going about his daily business. But now, of course...]

Probably should've brought a coat, though.

[rudeandginger]

What kind of idiot doesn't bring a coat in this weather?

[wouldnotkindly]

I didn't think it'd be this bad out here. [Translation: this kind.]

[rudeandginger]

Then you are an idiot. You're going to freeze and die and it'll be entirely your own fault.

[wouldnotkindly]

I'm not going to die. It takes more than some cold to put me down.

[Not that he's going to mention the time he actually did survive being frozen solid in Fort Frolic. With the way he's shivering, anyway, he doesn't sound like he's entirely convinced himself of it.]

[rudeandginger]

If you say so. Just don't say you haven't been warned.

[wouldnotkindly]

Fine.

[There's a pause, and some consideration.]

Could you, uh...do me a favor?

[rudeandginger]

Only if it's something I don't mind doing.

[wouldnotkindly]

There's a jacket in my apartment... [One that hasn't been touched since the proper winter season, and probably isn't made to withstand a blizzard of this sort, but it's better than what he's got now.] Could you get it for me? Please?

[rudeandginger]

I suppose I don't have anything better to do. Even though this means I'll have to go outside. Are you at work?

[wouldnotkindly]

[He's silently thankful that Turlough didn't simply refuse, though his tone might be colored by a bit of relief.]

I just got off, I was on my way back... I'm in this, uh — some coffee shop, a few blocks down. [He follows with a picture of the outside view, as if that'll help his description.]

[rudeandginger]

Alright, I'll try to find it. If I freeze to death on the way, I am coming back to haunt you.

[wouldnotkindly]

If you think you're going to die, just give me some warning first. [Which he means in earnest, even though he's pretty sure that was some sarcasm on Turlough's part.]

Thanks.

[rudeandginger]

I think I would be more preoccupied with not dying.

[All the same, he finds his way over. No shortage of grumbling on the way, though. He finds Jack in the coffee shop and dumps the coat over his head before he collapses in the seat opposite him, skinning arms wrapped around himself to keep warm.]

You owe me for that.