The Wrong Place to Be [Open]

Vincent looked over to Chirs for a moment when he started doing the icey mist thing. "I don't know if that's an accident or not, but it's already cold enough for me out here, could you attempt to stop it?" He didn't want to sound rude or anything, but being the pyromancer he was, the cold effected him really easily. "Ugh.. I don't really know why I came out here in the first place.. It's too cold for me to get anything done." He could be in his room right now curled up in some blankets, drinking some hot chocolate, and praying for summer to return. How did his brother stand this?

Maria gave an annoyed sigh. "You're the last person I'd think to be complaining about cold." She said implying his power. "Besides, it's nice to get out once in a while. Don't be a loner and stay shut off from the world in your room." It was a light hearted tone, but Maria meant every word of it.

Chris shoved his hands into pockets. "Sorry. Happens at the worst times, I swear." he said. He didn't really have much to say to Maria.

Vincent shrugged. "If you are looking for the loner type then you are looking for my brother. I'm not a loner. I'm actually far from it." Vincent said. "And the cold effects me rather easily. I can deal with extreme amounts of heat with out breaking a sweat. Due to my gift I generate a lot more heat than most people, and because of that I can get cold rather easily." It's kind of hard to explain. Even being bundled up the slightest amount of skin can get cold rather easily. He looked back towards Chris. "You're fine. Gifts act on their own a lot.." He stated.