I see your true colours shining through
"Damn," he mused, wondering at whether cosmic sunburn or abject humiliation was worse. Chuy was prone to blushing when embarrassed, and he wondered if he would've turned as pink as this if he had experienced what Nate had. "Think I prefer the sunburn," (though it was being unusually more stubborn than 'normal' sunburn - perhaps he would think differently in another week when it hadn't healed still).The icy coolness was finally seeping in, seemingly delayed purely due to the heat his burns were radiating out. He stood, carefully, on the icy base of the pool (really it was a glorified puddle), letting the chill of the air hit him, watching as steam rose up off his overly warm skin. A grin split his face as Nate identified his homeland. "'Straya, born n' bred," he chuckled, leaning into his accent, slowly extracting himself from the glacial pool. He grabbed at his still-dry shirt, intending on using it as a towel to pat away any drop that didn't dry off almost immediately after his burned skin was exposed to air again.
After pulling on his thicker, warmer trousers (but still topless for the moment), he plopped himself down beside the man, pleased to have company, even if it was unexpected. "Only been here a couple of seasons. Gods and magic still doesn't seem real to me." A pause, as he considered how to frame his next question, before deciding to just go for it. "When are you from? I've heard of the portal pulling people from Earth from all different times."
so don't be afraid, to let them show
CHULANE
