My heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or black eye Who: Quentin and Kajsa Where: The Mudhouse When: Early afternoon
Willie was still there. Even after Quentin had flipped out, Renee had freaked out, and he flat out denied ever being an elemental, the stupid seagull was still waiting for him in the kitchen the next morning. You know there's no getting rid of me, right? Willie had asked him. If I die, you die. Sorry kid, but that's just how this shit works, so you better get used to it. Quentin had just stared at him, saying nothing. I know you didn't ask for it. But life is shit, kid. You either learn to roll with the punches or you're going to be the whiny emo kid crying in the corner from now until forever. We both know that's not who you are.
Quentin didn't want to hear anymore of it. He just had to get out and do something that absolutely did not involve water, or annoying as fuck seagulls. Without bothering to tell anyone where he was going - and the only words he said to Willie were, "Don't you dare follow me" - he jumped into the Mustang and took off. With Quentin's sense of direction it didn't take him long to get himself lost, but after an hour's worth of driving in circles, he happened upon a place he recognized. The Mudhouse, where at least he knew he could get a decent cup of coffee.
Grabbing his sketchbook, he went inside, staring at the menu until he could figure out what to order. There were just too many thoughts in his head right now, wondering what Renee was going to do when this all finally sank in, or what Calista would say when he told her what he was. A water elemental. And a psychic. It was too much for his brain to handle. Maybe he should have gone to a bar instead of the coffee shop. He was lost in thought, and eventually just waved the blond woman waiting behind him. "You go ahead, I'm gonna be a minute."