Climate Change
"And this is normal?"
Quatre sighed, but smiled nonetheless, "Yes Duo! For the thirty first time."
"Hmph, no need to get huffy about it. But," his lips quivered, "It's just so hot!" He whined.
"It's not that hot, just hot enough that's it is stupid to get angry." Quatre stretched out lazily and regarded Duo over the lens of his large sunglasses.
"Really?" Duo snorted lazily, "You must be some sort of mutant..."
"Hey! I am not some sort of mutant!" Quatre glared and crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Duo, "You're the one who is the mutant anyway!"
Duo ignored him. "Maybe you're not even human. Maybe you're from Mars and were just impersonating a human." He snapped his fingers or at least attempted to do so, as they were extremely sweaty all they did was chafe. "That makes sense!"
For a while Quatre was too offended to say anything. "Well... you're just a round arsed sissssy!"
Rolling his eyes, Duo gave him an incredulous look, "That's the best you can come up with? Man, you're insults are weak. You probably heard someone else say them."
Averting his eyes and blushing slightly, Quatre refused to comment. On that anyway. "Maybe if you cut your hair, then you would be cooler."
Clutching at his braid, Duo shot an accusing look at Quatre. "You're evil Quatre. Just plain evil."
Sniffing, Quatre muttered haughtily, "Braided freak." Duo kept on stroking his braid with a wary eye on the blond billionaire. "And how does me being a mutant from Mars make any sense at all?"
Smirking Duo shrugged, "I don't know. It's too hot to argue."
Quatre refused the desire to scream, valiantly, he thought.