[ Vincent starts at the sound of Heat's loud demand. It's like he's waking out of a daze. It's mostly noticed in the stillness, the jerk of what makeshift thing he'd found to bail water with. Fortunately, he'd not gotten far. At least, the sort of far that couldn't be fought with an hour or so of the ambient heat... more or less?
But really, what had he been doing? A small voice at the back of his mind seemed to whisper the truth; wash away the smell of blood before you lose control. His grip tightens around the canteen that he'd been carrying around since arriving and had started using for lack of anything better. Then the cap is placed on it and he returns it to his belt. ]
Nothing. Let me show you what I did with the fire.
[ He intends to blatantly avoid answering the question any further with what should be a priority. Heat wants to learn more about cooking for others right? ]
no subject
But really, what had he been doing? A small voice at the back of his mind seemed to whisper the truth; wash away the smell of blood before you lose control. His grip tightens around the canteen that he'd been carrying around since arriving and had started using for lack of anything better. Then the cap is placed on it and he returns it to his belt. ]
Nothing. Let me show you what I did with the fire.
[ He intends to blatantly avoid answering the question any further with what should be a priority. Heat wants to learn more about cooking for others right? ]