[ josh's bottle flicks out of his hands, too, joining the one over their heads, and both of them explode into shards in a muffled, contained tk sphere. the pieces spin overhead, glittering dangerously, like some kind of deadly children's mobile, and quentin shifts to fold his legs in the chair instead, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, hands curled together and chin on his fingers. ]
I'm going to kick his ass if he gets caught again. [ it's not going to be that easy and he knows it, but for fuck's sake. he pushes his glasses up on top of his head with his thumb, then pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting. ] As if we didn't have enough to deal with at home.
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I'm going to kick his ass if he gets caught again. [ it's not going to be that easy and he knows it, but for fuck's sake. he pushes his glasses up on top of his head with his thumb, then pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting. ] As if we didn't have enough to deal with at home.