[ the water clinging to finn's golden hair reflects the sunlight overhead in such a way that it's almost blinding to look directly at him. ]
You're either too hot or you're too cold. [ the chiding tone of iris' voice is playful, even as he rolls his eyes. ] Pick a struggle, man.
[ it is getting pretty hot, though. despite the shade of the tree he's under, he's been outside long enough that the heat has begun to cling to the dark fabric of his clothes, and so after a moment he's shrugging off his slightly oversized t-shirt, which would have bared his top completely were it not for the neatly wrapped bandages still keeping him decent. ]
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You're either too hot or you're too cold. [ the chiding tone of iris' voice is playful, even as he rolls his eyes. ] Pick a struggle, man.
[ it is getting pretty hot, though. despite the shade of the tree he's under, he's been outside long enough that the heat has begun to cling to the dark fabric of his clothes, and so after a moment he's shrugging off his slightly oversized t-shirt, which would have bared his top completely were it not for the neatly wrapped bandages still keeping him decent. ]