"When you say shit like that I get FOMO for whatever whole dimension you come from," Quentin purrs. What Kyle's told him simply makes it sound like a chaos world that he'd love to be part of.

"Because he's a miserable, sad, old loser who doesn't know the first thing about me even if he thinks he does, and I won't give him the satisfaction," he grumbles.

He shivers when Kyle's breath on his neck makes him break out in goosebumps. "Maybe I'm just a little competitive. But I mean, you could definitely tie me up if you wanted." He winks and rope appears knotted around his wrists, pink and translucent and humming with that strange psionic energy of his.