Hot
"I hate being on monitor duty," Tommy grumbled, from where he was sprawled out on the ground in the monitor room of Avengers Mansion, panting like a dog, sweat shining on his pale skin. He was shirtless and wearing only shorts, which as far as shorts go were really rather short. "It's so... fucking... hot."
"Yeah, first the heater, and now the AC," Billy agreed, slumped in an office chair and staring at the monitor screens on which nothing of interest was happening, idly and languidly swiveling the chair from side to side. "The villains must really have something against us being comfortable." The mage however seemed to be fine in a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts that were far more descent than the one's his twin was wearing.
"I want to run somewhere cold," Tommy complained in a drawl that was entirely too lethargic for him. "Maybe Alaska. Greenland. Canada. Russia. Norway. Sweden. Finland. Anywhere in the arctic circle."
"Oh? So why don't you?" Billy asked, lifting a dark eyebrow at his brother's sprawled-out form.
"Monitor duty. And too lazy. Stupid heat."
Billy smirked slightly, spinning his chair. "Oh, I don't know," he drawled. "It's not that bad."
Shifting his head just slightly, Tommy glared at the mage indolently. "Hate you," he muttered, shifting his head back to stare dully up at the ceiling. "Can't you use your, you know," Tommy lifted a hand limply off the floor and wiggled his fingers slightly, "and make things cooler?"
"With great power comes great responsibility," Billy stated loftily. "I can't go bending the world to my every whim."
Tommy's hand flopped back down onto the floor. "That's stupid," he grumbled. "The point of having powers is to not use them? Stupid."
There were a few minutes of silence as Billy watched monitors in utter boredom and Tommy just lay there and stared drearily through half-lidded eyes at the ceiling.
"I'm so fucking hot," Tommy moaned.
Billy had the urge to roll his eyes, but he didn't, because that would have been too much work. "You have a very high opinion of yourself," he droned instead.
"Ha ha," Tommy mumbled humorlessly. "I hate you."