[Thread] had this feeling
Characters:AU Duo Maxwell, Open to Paj and Om Epta residents and visiting friends
Where:The fire escape at the windows of Paj and Om Epta
When:new years eve
Summary:Duo needed out door space to do some work on some projects, but it's too cold, so he insulates the fire escape from the top of the Paj's window down to the floor of his level only because he can close the ladder leading to the third and second floor levels. So it's heat insulated and a comfortable chill, rather then bitter cold.
Warnings:Annoyed neighbors? Friendly conversation
You don't want to breath in the fumes that come with mixing two chemicals together. Okay, yeah, he needed to get this stuff done so his project would be finished, and there weren't too may fumes, in the end really, but it was worth it, he figured. He had spent most of the afternoon putting up the plastic and support for his little tent, so now he was busy at work, painting the pieces he had already cast in plastic. They were buttons, pink with black rim.
The cardboard he had painted on was already colored as such, and he was admiring his handy work, perfect, glossy little buttons. He sat in his chair, drinking a cup of the whiskey he had retrieved from the cupboard under his old sink. It was cold out here, and there was another place he'd rather be, but running? In this weather? Jaina was suicidal. He'd still win, though. He chuckled a little and leaned back in his chair, putting a foot up against the bars of the fire escape.
Where:The fire escape at the windows of Paj and Om Epta
When:new years eve
Summary:Duo needed out door space to do some work on some projects, but it's too cold, so he insulates the fire escape from the top of the Paj's window down to the floor of his level only because he can close the ladder leading to the third and second floor levels. So it's heat insulated and a comfortable chill, rather then bitter cold.
Warnings:Annoyed neighbors? Friendly conversation
You don't want to breath in the fumes that come with mixing two chemicals together. Okay, yeah, he needed to get this stuff done so his project would be finished, and there weren't too may fumes, in the end really, but it was worth it, he figured. He had spent most of the afternoon putting up the plastic and support for his little tent, so now he was busy at work, painting the pieces he had already cast in plastic. They were buttons, pink with black rim.
The cardboard he had painted on was already colored as such, and he was admiring his handy work, perfect, glossy little buttons. He sat in his chair, drinking a cup of the whiskey he had retrieved from the cupboard under his old sink. It was cold out here, and there was another place he'd rather be, but running? In this weather? Jaina was suicidal. He'd still win, though. He chuckled a little and leaned back in his chair, putting a foot up against the bars of the fire escape.