It's winter.

[these_fish]

Characters: Sean and Alex. And Claire, after a bit. And if anyone MUST show up and is at the place, I guess...
Location: The X-babies apartment
Planet: If applicable
When: Week 46. Sometime.
What: Boys are failing at making hot chocolate. They need halp.
Rating: Should be fluffily G. Probably.

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[doomhoops]

[ Here's Alex, bundled up in his space sweater and the comfiest pair of space-lounge pants he can find and the thickest socks as well because, goddamn, metal floors are cold, standing with arms cross, glaring down at what he thinks is supposed to be a microwave like its some kind of puzzle he's supposed to be solving. Lips in a tight line, he runs a hand over his chin, looking very pensive and dignified, before uttering - ]

Nuh uh.

[ Whatever, they can do this, it's not like cooking takes rocket science, right? He grabs one of the mugs they've got filled with water, up-ends one of the Insta-Cocoa packets into it and... very cautiously set it into the silver box thing that he seriously hopes is meant to do what he thinks it's meant to do. Door close... Staring... ]

Can't be that hard, right?

[ And just gonna... push some random buttons he thinks are the right ones. Hopefully. We'll see. ]

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[Sean will eye his feet.] Ever heard of slippers? I know where the market is now, I can get you a pair of fluffy warm ones... [Only halfway teasing, though.]

[... and then Alex punches the buttons and the thing starts making loud alarm noises and Sean almost trips to get there, pushing buttons in turn to make the sound stop.

It's really loud, all right?]

[doomhoops]

[ He gives Sean the flattest of looks over his shoulder. ] ...I am not wearing slippers. [ Let alone fluffy ones. Do not even get him them, it will make him feel bad you spent money on them, so just don't.

AND THEN THERE ARE ALARMS EVERYWHERE, SHIT, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR DISTRACTING HIM WHILE HE WAS TRYING TO DO SCIENCE, SEAN. Alex's hands go up and away from the machine in a defensive kind of 'I DIDN'T DO IT' manner, before his senses come to him and he starts to try and help Sean. ]

Shit, shit! How the hell do you turn this thing off? [ He shoves the box around, examining the sides of it while gritting his teeth through the explosion of noise ] Where's the damn plug?!

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[Sean would point out that slippers beat catching a cold and he knows about walking on cold floors, see, Cassidy keep, stone, cold, but. LOUD NOISES!]

With our luck? They're built-in or something. Integrated with the general circuitry. [No, Sean, STOP FLAILING and focus.] There isn't even a manual for those things!

[he focuses, biting his tongue, because screaming at the thing would mean they have to replace it, and that doesn't seem a good idea.]

This might be the power button? [He presses. And there's only a slight pause in the beeps. So Sean glares at it and presses and holds.

After a few seconds?

Silence.]

Oh. Whew...