[So just chatting in the kitchen? That was the goal?
Quentin comes to a stop a few feet away from where Jinx has taken a seat. He takes off his glasses to wipe them off on a still-dry portion of his shirt, adjusts them back on his face, and proceeds to start fussing with the clumps of wet hair hanging in his face, brushing them back with his hands.]
Yeah, yeah. You couldn't have found a way to make me less bored that didn't involve getting my hair all wet?
[Not that he really sounds mad. But do you really expect Quentin to be a good sport about getting pranked? No way.]
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Quentin comes to a stop a few feet away from where Jinx has taken a seat. He takes off his glasses to wipe them off on a still-dry portion of his shirt, adjusts them back on his face, and proceeds to start fussing with the clumps of wet hair hanging in his face, brushing them back with his hands.]
Yeah, yeah. You couldn't have found a way to make me less bored that didn't involve getting my hair all wet?
[Not that he really sounds mad. But do you really expect Quentin to be a good sport about getting pranked? No way.]