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Kinda Foreign: HIYA
plasmashot6161: Hi Chaku. ^^
Kinda Foreign: Porn?
plasmashot6161: Heh, if you don't mind only having a
half-hour of it. I have to go paint the house some at five.
^^
Kinda Foreign: PAINT! I want to help! -will mentally aid you-
Kinda Foreign: And sure, half hour sounds good to me
plasmashot6161: ... ^^ If you want to paint you're
more than welcome to come down here and help me.
Do you have the log? x_x This isn't my laptop I'm on
right now.
Kinda Foreign: Eh, traveling? That sounds like too much
work...but yes I have it, two secs!
plasmashot6161: But you'll be in Florida! ^_^ It's very
warm down here! And beach!
Kinda Foreign: I like coooold!
plasmashot6161: We've got sand!
Kinda Foreign: Sand makes me itchy...plus, I have some too :-)
plasmashot6161: Oh fine. *sulks*
Kinda Foreign: -pets- Some other time! But now, PORN. Here are
the last lines:
Kinda Foreign: plasmashot6161: "Family problems. You wouldn't
care." In went the icecream! It was a small wonder Bobby hadn't
bloated up at this point from all the therapeutic icecream he'd consume.
Kinda Foreign: "Family problems," John repeated. He knew all about
family problems. <i>His family</i> was one big problem. "Try me," he
challenged.
plasmashot6161: Bobby snorted, but with the icecream in his mouth
that caused things to go down the wrong way and he started coughing
instead, trying not to spew icecream all over the counter and with his
hand over his mouth stumbled over to the sink so he could hack without
making a mess.
Kinda Foreign: John watched, only slightly concerned. "You done
coughing up that lung of yours?" He asked, ready to stand and...do
what? Pat Bobby on the back until he stopped, probably.
plasmashot6161: "Yea." There was another cough, and
Bobby reached to grab some paper towels. "Great.
Now I have to go see Dr. Grey about getting it put back
in now." A joke? Out of Bobby?
Kinda Foreign: Lame, but John was willing to work with it. "Man, I
wouldn't mind coughing up a lung if it meant having Grey's hands on
me," John commented, his fingers resuming their tapping.
plasmashot6161: "... ok, that's gross man. Dr. Grey is
what, at least fiftteen years older than you?" Bobby had
a strong devision between himself and 'adults,' and Jean
was very firmly on the other side of it.
Kinda Foreign: "...So?" John asked, eyebrows raised. He
grinned. "What, you're not into girls or something?" Because only
someone not interested in women wouldn't admit that Jean Grey was
hot.
plasmashot6161: "I'm not into women who are a good
decade older than I am." Bobby raised an eyebrow.
"And be careful not to let Summers hear you talking
about her like that. He'll kick your ass and then I'll have
to listen to you whine."
Kinda Foreign: John rolled his eyes but didn't say anything in
return. Getting up again and stretching, he made his way over to a
cupboard to find some snacks. He knew that Lee girl kepy some of her
Sugar Bomb cereal somewhere there...Aha! There we are, he thought,
reaching pass canned fruit to pull out the hidden sugary treat.
plasmashot6161: ((Damnit! They're not making out!
C'mon! >.<))
Bobby raised an eyebrow, and would have made a
comment along the lines of, 'isn't it early for that dyed
sugar-cube stuff?' But Bobby was nearly through a
galleon of icecream, so that would be hypocritical.
Strangely enough, John had distracted Bobby enough
from his inner angst, and Bobby focused on watching
John. It wasn't really often Bobby could just watch
John, despite the fact that they roomed together. They
still didn't know eachother well. He did however, make
sure he wasn't staring when John turned around, his
attention back on his rapidly depleting supply of
icecream. Oddly enough, he felt better. And it had
nothign to do with all the junk he'd consumed.
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Kinda Foreign: John rummaged around another cupboard for a
bowl, found a clean spoon in a drawer, and pulled out some milk from
the fridge. "So, you do this late night snack thing often?" John asked,
scratching at his chest unconsciously, before pouring the cereal and
milk into his bowl. He was asking because sometimes he would wake up
in the middle of the night, with the room half frozen and Bobby
nowhere in sight. Those nights, he would wonder if he should be a
good friend, (Were they friends yet? John didn't know.), and find the
ice mutant to see what was up. Instead, he would thaw out the ice
with his own powers, grab another blanket from his trunk, and go back
to bed.
plasmashot6161: Bobby nodded absently. "Though
sometimes I just go down to the basketball court." That
was if there was no icecream, or if Bobby had woken up
with energy to burn. He wasn't a rule-breaker by habbit,
but he figured that there was really nothing wrong with
what he'd been doing. He just didn't like being cooped
up with his parents arguments bouncing around in his
head.
plasmashot6161: ((Aaaaand, I gotta go paint house. ^^
I'll be back later.))\
