Wind and Storm

[It's hot as hell outside. And, because the AC is broken, it's hot as hell in the house, too. Downright miserable. It's the kind of atmosphere where you want to move, because maybe it's cooler on the other side of the room (protip: it isn't), and you would also like to get out of the puddle of sweat that you seem to be generating, but it wouldn't help. Not at all.

Of course, that doesn't matter to Travis, because his room is an absolutely perfect temperature. Control over hot, cold and everything in between has its perks, really. He's coated his window in a thick layer of ice, and if that starts melting, he just freezes it back up again. While that generates a fair amount of cold on its own, he's also holding what seems like a steady stream of icy air between his hands. This provides both cold and a little bit of wind, and that's a very welcome relief.

Too bad that means his room is invaded by the other two men of the house.]

Seriously, guys? I could go on and on about how body heat just makes this harder on me, but I have a feeling you won't listen. So would you listen to why are you both still here?

[At least the girls were off shopping - he wouldn't have been able to tolerate all four of them for long.]