Days of school now being closed, there was more than enough time for him to get assignments done and projects jump-started on. No classes also meant no additional homework to fill his new found abundance of down time (which he was glad for).
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But when he wasn't working on academics nor earning some pocket money with his part time, Quinn was out and about with friends either dancing or hanging. Cooped up in his residency, he was about to go insane with the lack of activity for him. (Unfortunately, his roommate only had the energy to deal with him their first day off.)
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Would he end up dying if he has tried stepping foot outside? From the looks of snowy claws blown up from the winds, the world was a blurry sight of cloudy greys and blinding whites. A sight he'd never see in Cali, and a sight that he was never equipped or experienced in dealing with.
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Why not take the shot?
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If he was going to die, he might as well die from an adventurous excavation into a blizzard and not from boredom. If he survived the journey, it'd be a captivating story to relay back home too. With enough layers and determination, it'd all be fine, right?
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Coffee.
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Coffee he had, but what was it exactly that Ozzy was looking for? Being a barista back home (and still being one in New Paris), Quinn was more acquainted in taking real specific orders from clients. That or memorizing the unique tastes of his regulars.
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He tapped from the weather report back to the two's thread of messages on his screen,
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His phone then left alone in wait for a response, the blond rose to gather his armour from the closet as he wasn't about to battle mother nature without proper protection.
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Long sleeved underlayer and a cream knit turtleneck for the base. A windbreaker to seal the heat and a beige parka to keep fashionable. Fitted sweats of black over thermal long johns, would the two layers be sufficient for his legs compared to the four on his torso?
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The outerwear was lugged to the front living room where the half bundled boy checked once more if his destination had any further drink specifics. Should there be a response, Quinn would gather what he had to fulfill the request, filling a messenger with amounts of ingredients and any tools that may have been necessary. A small canteen was also located and filled with a boozy treatsie, “I'm sure you'll come in handy one way or another~”
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Bag assembled, layers donned on, and his favorite scarf near suffocating his head, fingers typed up one last message before seeking asylum within soft gloves,
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Three hours was a drastic over estimate, since the regular commute was only a mere half hour itself. It would be his first time traveling under such conditions, but surely he shouldn't be delayed six times longer than usual…
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After practically digging himself a path on what used to be the sidewalk and miraculously hitching a ride from a mad genius who (for some reason) had been out and about on a snowmobile, Quinn finally stumbled upon the door he visited once before with crystalline flakes shedding off his body. “Wheww. Never thought that there'd be a workout harder than the practices before my first WGI finals…”
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As he allowed his breath to catch up to the physical demands prior, fingers pulled gloves off for freer mobility once again. One hand rapped on the hardwood while the other went fishing for the cellular for the time. An hour and a half of travel?
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“Coffee delivery!”