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[espigeonage]

[Julien is being so careful to keep his voice light, but someone sensitive might pick up the sheathed edge. He's irritated.]

Okay, I hate asking this, but can I completely take over anyone's hot tub or like... small pool? Something not chlorinated. Or would help me set up and fill one of those largish inflatable pools on their property somewhere.

[Pause. Yeah, he probably should provide a reason.]

It looks like I'm molting. It's - annoying.

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[espigeonage]

I don't want to get set on fire.

[Pause. yeah okay that's way too sulky. Think!]

Sorry, I know you don't mean... close to the forging part. [Julien controls a sigh, keeping it from being too big.] That might be good. Closer than Liam's cabin, and if it's outside it doesn't matter so much if everything is splashed.

[proudbraveandtall]

All the fire's contained in the building, if it gets out we're shit out of luck anyway.

[But that response immediately tells him that yup, Julien's not happy. Not that he can blame him with this.]

You've been there; we can put a pool or something in that yard behind everything, so you'd even water the grass if you splashed. And the family knows about all of this, so no one would be calling the cops on you. Let me talk to Þór about it.

[espigeonage]

I know, I know.

[Julien really wants to be pissy and unreasonable, and yet has a sense of restraint and knows that if someone can help him he should try and watch his tongue. Especially if usually they think he's decent.]

Yeah... if it's basically reasonably free of dog shit, anyway. And if I can get up on a roof or use a lot of hairdryers. Thanks, Hjalti.

[proudbraveandtall]

[There's a break of a few minutes while Hjalti makes a quick phone call; fortunately it really is quick, since Thorir knows Julien and is willing to help, and more importantly they already have a lot of the stuff there for this to work.]

He says it's okay, the twins have a kiddie pool they can pull out for you to splash around in. Just be prepared for them to want to help you.

[espigeonage]

Aaah, god... Is it a couple feet or more deep? [Realizing he'd phrased that clumsily, Julien shakes his head. There are some tiny blue shafts mixed in among his 'hair', some open at the tips to show white.]

In a couple of days, if - I'll come over in a couple days. Isabela and Liam will put up with me, but I don't want to, just, always... [He closes his eyes, unusually flustered.]