In the Mess;
Evan sat at one of the tables, nursing a now cold mug of coffee and playing with a folded and shredded napkin. He'd already put on his thermals, a half dozen pair of socks -which meant his boots didn't lace up, two pairs of pants and his five t-shirts under his military issue jacket. Pyro had even given him a pair of fingerless gloves. The guy might be an asshole, but he had his moments.
Waiting around in the ice cold of Russia wasn't his thing. And Evan was approaching fed up with things. He'd had one snowball fight with Ophelia and called it quits, and he was a little worried that the girl wouldn't figure out that she couldn't play as much any more.
With a sigh, Evan took a drink of coffee, pulling a face at the lukewarm liquid. He just couldn't deal with everything being so cold. But he also couldn't be bothered getting up to get a fresh mug.
Waiting around in the ice cold of Russia wasn't his thing. And Evan was approaching fed up with things. He'd had one snowball fight with Ophelia and called it quits, and he was a little worried that the girl wouldn't figure out that she couldn't play as much any more.
With a sigh, Evan took a drink of coffee, pulling a face at the lukewarm liquid. He just couldn't deal with everything being so cold. But he also couldn't be bothered getting up to get a fresh mug.