Despite the fact he'd told her not to annoy him, she speaks once again, making his brow twitch again, but he says nothing. Anyone with a decent attitude would have noticed she was just playing around, but that was not the case with him. He wanted silence, not playfulness. Eventually he got that, and he calmed down, opening his eyes to stare up at the now completely dark sky. The stars reflected in his eyes, and one corner of his mouth turns up a bit into a half smile, as he gazed above. There was no denying it...such a sight, was completely breathtaking. Nothing else but the night sky could get his mood to change like this, he was just so...mesmerized.<br/><br/>Even though it was near silent to the average senses, he could pick up on her moving, unzipping her bag to grab a bottle of water, and opening to take a drink. He noticed as she pulls out a second, she probably had seen the small droplets of sweat on his arms and forehead, but that was no need. His ice would soon enough cool him down. So, in response to her placing the bottle a bit closer to him, a thin trail of ice reaches out from him across the ground, to touch the water bottle, and it almost immediately freezes solid. And, from it being so close to the frozen one, her own water bottle started to get shards of ice forming inside as well, the outside frosting over. It was an automatic reaction, as he hadn't done it himself.<br/><br/>For a little while longer he remains laying down, but after a while he sits up. It had gotten pretty late, and it looked like he would have to find another spot to camp out at, since this spot had been infiltrated in a ways by another person. He knew he could just check into a hotel, god only knew he had more than enough money to do so, but he liked to sleep beneath the stars. He found that he got a better night's sleep when he did this, rather than sleeping in a bed indoors. So, with one last glance to the drawing girl, he gets up, shaking the crystals of ice and frosted dust off of the back of his clothes, before walking over and picking up his soccer ball, placing it back into the net.<br/><br/>Stifling a yawn with his hand, he glances down at the picture she'd been drawing, raising an eyebrow. The stars, huh? Interesting. But whatever. He shakes his head, walking over to the edge of the outcropping, wind pulling at his hair and clothes. It smelled strongly of salt water from this spot, and he takes a deep breath of it. Some said such a scent was overwhelming, but to him it was the other way around. City smell was what grossed him out, this, this was the scent of nature. Taking one last breath, he proceeds to stick one foot out over the edge of the cliff.