followed up from here and here. @drakecicle.
the sudden burst of flame wins a sudden shock of ice.
"not since I had a roommate a few worlds ago," bobby offered, unhelpfully. standing in opposites. creating a pressure difference by mere presence, air flowing throughout the room, bouncing between hot and cold. hands found his own bare hips, posing a little, as the mound in his briefs, constructed from the ice he'd become, worked to hide his reaction. "there a reason you're stripping down?" not like a man needed a reason. but bobby was grasping at straws, a little.
fire and ice. the room certainly felt the effects. so did johnny. sub zero temperature was a little hard to miss when you were a constant source of heat; however resistant to cold he was.
"just getting in with the company is all." fair is fair. mister ice man was basically always naked, no matter the iteration it seemed. "don't want you to be left out." hey, if johnny himself could be ogled, so could bobby. he's only returning the favour after all. eyes raking over frozen form, appreciating the physique offered to his eyes. "there a reason you're only still looking?"
