Super Special Training (Asher) Dec 31, 2016 0:31:09 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 0:31:09 GMT
Elliot hid his face at Asher's statement, practically able to feel how hot he was burning. Why did he have to keep doing this? "Too much," he mumbled into his hands, voice muffled by his hands. Elliot had a threshold for teasing. By this point, Asher had crossed it so many times that Elliot had lost count. But each cross took more of a toll on the poor boy's heart. At this point, he was amazed he had been hanging in there for too long! At least the boiling water was about to go off, though. Elliot may have taken their teacups and scooted off before the kettle actually started spewing, if only so he could disengage as quickly as possible.
No screaming, though. He wasn't his brother.
He returned with his face clear again and a bright smile on his face, as if nothing had happened. His own tea was just as black and bitter as his coffee, while Asher's had a nice amount of milk in it. There was no latte art, because Elliot was not nearly as talented as his brother, but he also brought over a little thing of sugar just in case Asher wanted to self-pour it. "There ya go~!" he chirped, as if seconds ago he wasn't horridly embarrassed. "Its still pretty hot, so blow on it first, okay? I wouldn't want you to burn yourself. Not even to test if this form is flame resistant."
At some point, Asher stopped prodding the teacups. It seemed to happen weirdly irregularly. Almost as if something Elliot was saying was setting him off. Briefly, Elliot wondered if he should just shut up and stop saying things, because he was clearly throwing Asher off of his game. Unfortunately, he was far too impressed by Asher's technique to uphold that vow of silence for more than five seconds. He practically slid up to Asher in excitement, looking back and forth at his attacks.
"Holy crap! You just did an attack! That's so cool! Or warm in this case." Elliot said. "Okay, okay. So, you said that when you thought about fire, right? 'Cause if you can keep practicing little attacks like that, you'll be a natural by the time you want to bust out the big guns. Maybe I should try and think of some fire puns . . ." Don't say Asher's hot. Don't say Asher's hot. Please, please, please don't say Asher's hot. "Did you know you brightened my day?" he asked, before quickly huffing. That didn't feel right. "W-with fire. The fire brightened it.
Okay! Moving on! Gifts! You keep practicing while I talk, okay?" Elliot asked, disengaging from that topic with the grace of an eagle piloting a blimp. "Okay, so, she's big on art. So he's been picking up some real fancy art supplies for her. Like charcoal pencils. A new game, too, because she's way into that kind of stuff. Some cute socks. Good music for zoning out and focusing to. He's been working really hard! How about you? Picking anything up for a special someone this Christmas?"