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Blaise was huddling on one of the smaller piers jutting out into the sea, a notebook balanced on one knee as he sketched out a few prototype whosits and whatsits. It was cold enough to keep the people out on the docks to a bare minimum, and the wind off the water was enough to keep him awake.

Luckily, it was a warmer day today than it'd been

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[impossibility]

Yes, yes, it was a productive day. Yes, yes, no one was around.

But that was because it was cold.

Darien sat next to him, bundled in a blanket that had traveled with them since Fort Luna. Who knew the border station at Arunafeltz's border kept such nice feather duvets?

"How does freezing one's ass off help the creative process?"

[welcomesleep]

Quinn came up behind the two on the dock hesitantly, his bloodshot eyes darting around distrustfully the open air. He hadn't left his shop since the last Meeting, and now he regretted doing so at all. It was freezing. That, and it had been hard enough to leave his shop at all with six affectionate, mewing cats twisting their way around his feet.

He tugged at the thin blanket he'd wrapped around his own shoulders, still standing silently behind his brother and Montague. They would notice him eventually. For now, he was far too cold to do say anything.

But push his brother into the sea again, and...

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"It's not as cold as it was yesterday." He bit down on his pencil to free his hands and lifted the notebook, studying what he'd drawn. This particular whatsit was going to be awesome. Satisfied, he flipped the book shut and let the pencil drop to his lap. He had plenty more.

"It helps because it keeps me awake. Can't fucking sleep with all of those cats." Just then, he noticed a shadow approaching behind them, and looked over his shoulder.

"Quinn, you didn't stick catnip in my socks or something, did you? All six of those things keep gathering on me at night. It's weird."

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"Your life is such pain, isn't it?" Darien's head tilted upwards. He'd always reguarded Quinn as a shadow when around him. The younger man was so thin and quiet. One was liable to fall asleep when having a conversation with him.

"I bet he thinks it's cold."

[welcomesleep]

Quinn frowned at Darien before turning his attention - or whatever he managed to gather up of it - onto Blaise. "No. They like you." He shivered. This cold really wasn't normal...

Should he sit with them, or stay standing? He swayed a bit on his feet when the wind blew, squinting to keep it out of his eyes. Why had he come out here?

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"They do have claws." In truth, six cats gathering on one's person was just hot. Or overly warm, for all of you pervs out there. At any rate, it'd kept him awake.

Blaise was actually considering going inside at this point. The wind was starting to pick up, and the sun wouldn't be out for much longer. In fact, as he looked up, a droplet of water fell and splatted right into his eye.

His expression slowly turned flat, and he said nothing as the water trickled down his cheek.

"Oh Hel."

[impossibility]

Darien couldn't contain a snort when the water splashed into his friend's eye.

"She thinks it's cold, too."

[welcomesleep]

It took Quinn a bit longer to notice the drops that were beginning to patter against his head, and he touched his cheek curiously when he felt water there. Rain? Rain when it was this cold? He wanted to be back in his shop now, before--

"I almost knew this was...going to happen," he mumbled to himself, standing perfectly still as the slow sprinkle turned into a full-blown downpour, and his messy hair was slowly plastered to his face. "Almost..."