Who: Tristan and Wren What: A visit to his apartment after a bad week Where: Hamartia 605 When: After this and this Warnings: During the Inhibitions plot, so maybe? Will be updated as needed.
Tristan was on Day 3 of not sleeping. He'd managed to keep most of the exhaustion shakes at bay with a steady supply of over-steeped tea. It wasn't as reliable as coffee, but also didn't make him as jittery. He knew he was reaching the end of his time awake, though. There was only so long he could go before his body gave out.
He was using the time to work on a painting, abstract to anyone viewing it, though it followed a pattern in his own mind. It likely would make more sense once it was complete, but for the moment it was a mess of rich red-browns, white, and deep cyan blues. It made his room smell like paint, and he had the window cracked open, even though the November air was fairly brisk. It had the added bonus of keeping him at least slightly more alert, if not cold. Not that the rest of the apartment was very warm, as they hadn't turned the heat on yet, though he admitted they probably should. He'd seen Genny wandering through the day before wearing legwarmers over her tights, fingerless gloves, and a hat with pompoms on it. None of them matched, of course, and one accessory alone wouldn't have been enough to catch his attention. But the combination was definitely a sign that it was getting too cold in the apartment.
Maybe they'd turn the heat on during the coming weekend.
He pushed the thought from his head, leaning in to add another line of brown next to a spot of white, and let himself get lost in the painting.