The day was hot. Too hot. Sweat dripped down his back just from his sitting. He twitched one shoulder up and shrugged, quietly icing his skin over. It immediately melted, running off him in small rivers.
"S'Hot." Bobby licked his lips and looked up. The figure standing in front of him turned, leaning against the side of the building.
"Mmmm," Bobby agreed. He glanced up again quickly at St. John. The boy never sweat.
Click, click hiss, click. Bobby closed his eyes and let it all wash over him. It was too hot to do anything anyway.
The day was cold. Freezing actually. Breath puffed out as clouds in front of his mouth. He hunched his shoulders up, taking his lighter out and letting the fire run over his bare hands in thin rivers. He considered blowing mock smoke rings.
"It's chilly." John stuffed his hands in his pockets. The figure next to him wore only a long sleeved shirt.
"It's fucking freezing is what it is," John retorted. He shot a quick glance at Bobby. The boy never got cold.
Click, click hiss, click. John let the fire warm him, eyes downcast.
"Let's go back inside. There's nothing to do out here anyway." St. John agreed, shoving his lighter away and turning towards shelter. It was too cold to do anything anyway.