[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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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.