[It's been, well. A day. To say the least. Hell, it's been a month. Because of—wait. No. Too much. Just focus on today. That's plenty.
Quentin blasts into the mansion and immediately starts pacing furiously, telekinetic energy crackling around him as he mutters various obscenities and complaints. Stupid fucking—computer. Every other goddamn asshole in this place. Bullshit AI and god or whatever the fuck. Sophie. Everyone's on the shit list. Everyone except—well, okay, Keller never leaves the shit list, really, but. It's complicated. And not just because of the "making out sometimes" thing. Weirdly that's kinda less complicated? Whatever. Point is, Quentin needs to bitch at somebody before he actually explodes, and Julian's no stranger to being a target of Quentin's bitching.]
/Hey, jackass! Meet me—fuck. I don't care. Somewhere! Shit, I need to check the kitchen. Told a guy I'd make a fucking beef wellington for—some stupid reason./
( he'd seen the post on the network about the computer that no one had bothered telling him about, because if they had, he'd have told them it's a shit idea to go about asking like that.
granted, sophie seemed to have been on the same page julian is on, from the bit that he could see between them. he thought about bringing it up to them directly, but it felt like a real shit idea given how terribly everything had exploded.
so the yelling in his head?
it's not unexpected, even if it's annoying. )
/Why the hell did you tell someone you'd make beef wellington. Can you even cook?/
( feels like the appropriate thing to focus on here, really. )
[Well. If nothing else the question about the cooking is a distraction. A needed one? Maybe. It's enough to make the swarm of emotion in Quentin's head stutter for a second.]
/I downloaded it from Gordon Ramsey's brain one time when I was bored!/
[A very normal thing to say.]
/Dude asked me what I'm good at, and I thought it would be a funny bit to list all the impressive shit and then one of the stupid recipes I know. I didn't know he'd fucking take me up on it! Fuck, where the hell do I get a single bay leaf? Where do people get bay leaves?/
/Can you find them outside?? What kind of stupid question is—/
[Okay, granted, Quentin doesn't actually know if bay leaves can or can't be found outside. The unforeseen downsides of your only cooking knowledge being downloaded directly from the brains of celebrity chefs.]
/Whatever, I'll fucking figure it out, I guess. No thanks to you!/
/I'm not asking if you know how to cook, I'm asking if you know where to find a bay leaf!/
[Because those are different. Obviously.]
/It's fine, I'll get the guy to fucking find one. He's like a cowboy or some kinda bullshit, I think. One of the assholes on that stupid fucking computer./
[Great, the asshole has arrived. Why did Quentin invite him here again? Oh, right, because he's a friendless loser who sucks at everything. Glad we had this discussion.]
Because—I dunno! The land or—whatever!
[Okay, that's weak, and he knows it. Quentin huffs loudly, pulling out various bowls and ingredients and slamming them irritably on the counter.]
Look, I'm having a really fucking bad day, okay? Give me a break!
( but he isn't raising his own voice. isn't responding to the irritation clear in quentin's tone, because julian already knows exactly where it's coming from: this isn't a thing he should escalate, but temper down. )
Take a breather, man. Before you end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
[Quentin freezes for 0.76 seconds with a mixing bowl in his hand, processing what Julian said.
Fact 1: he did in fact contact Keller first.
Fact 2: he should probably "take a breather".
Fact 3: he will probably end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
He telekinetically hurls the bowl across the room to drop it on a counter with enough force that it spins and nearly topples onto the floor before coming to a stop at the edge of the counter.]
Take a brea—pfft, ha. I've fucked up everything else today, why not add the fucking kitchen.
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Quentin blasts into the mansion and immediately starts pacing furiously, telekinetic energy crackling around him as he mutters various obscenities and complaints. Stupid fucking—computer. Every other goddamn asshole in this place. Bullshit AI and god or whatever the fuck. Sophie. Everyone's on the shit list. Everyone except—well, okay, Keller never leaves the shit list, really, but. It's complicated. And not just because of the "making out sometimes" thing. Weirdly that's kinda less complicated? Whatever. Point is, Quentin needs to bitch at somebody before he actually explodes, and Julian's no stranger to being a target of Quentin's bitching.]
/Hey, jackass! Meet me—fuck. I don't care. Somewhere! Shit, I need to check the kitchen. Told a guy I'd make a fucking beef wellington for—some stupid reason./
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granted, sophie seemed to have been on the same page julian is on, from the bit that he could see between them. he thought about bringing it up to them directly, but it felt like a real shit idea given how terribly everything had exploded.
so the yelling in his head?
it's not unexpected, even if it's annoying. )
/Why the hell did you tell someone you'd make beef wellington. Can you even cook?/
( feels like the appropriate thing to focus on here, really. )
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/I downloaded it from Gordon Ramsey's brain one time when I was bored!/
[A very normal thing to say.]
/Dude asked me what I'm good at, and I thought it would be a funny bit to list all the impressive shit and then one of the stupid recipes I know. I didn't know he'd fucking take me up on it! Fuck, where the hell do I get a single bay leaf? Where do people get bay leaves?/
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/Why the hell would I know? Can you find them outside?/
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[Okay, granted, Quentin doesn't actually know if bay leaves can or can't be found outside. The unforeseen downsides of your only cooking knowledge being downloaded directly from the brains of celebrity chefs.]
/Whatever, I'll fucking figure it out, I guess. No thanks to you!/
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( and he's walking to the kitchen, okay! he's coming! just. slowly. because quentin's wound up and that means it's going to be a headache for him. )
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[Because those are different. Obviously.]
/It's fine, I'll get the guy to fucking find one. He's like a cowboy or some kinda bullshit, I think. One of the assholes on that stupid fucking computer./
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( who would know where to find a bay leaf unless they planned on cooking with a bay leaf? jesus quire, use your head for once.
but alright, he's - in the doorway to the kitchen now, leaning a hip up against it with a brow raised. )
Why do you think the cowboy would help you find a bayleaf?
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Because—I dunno! The land or—whatever!
[Okay, that's weak, and he knows it. Quentin huffs loudly, pulling out various bowls and ingredients and slamming them irritably on the counter.]
Look, I'm having a really fucking bad day, okay? Give me a break!
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( but he isn't raising his own voice. isn't responding to the irritation clear in quentin's tone, because julian already knows exactly where it's coming from: this isn't a thing he should escalate, but temper down. )
Take a breather, man. Before you end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
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Fact 1: he did in fact contact Keller first.
Fact 2: he should probably "take a breather".
Fact 3: he will probably end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
He telekinetically hurls the bowl across the room to drop it on a counter with enough force that it spins and nearly topples onto the floor before coming to a stop at the edge of the counter.]
Take a brea—pfft, ha. I've fucked up everything else today, why not add the fucking kitchen.