Kyle and Angel

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Angel's first day in the mansion gives her an idea that Xavier's is an interesting place to be. Kyle makes a sandwich, they get to be all spazzy at each other and she manages to snag a guide.



This place, Angelica thought, was huge but not impossible. Maybe if she thought that enough times it would actually come true. Granted, she was currently staring into the kitchen instead of one of the TV rooms, where she had wanted to be, but last time she'd found herself outside. She was working her way up.

"Darn my direction-less sensibilities," she muttered.

Kyle was fully inside the fridge - at least, most of his torso was, holding a fresh yellow apple between his teeth, keeping the door held open with one foot, and trying to juggle bread, lunchmeat, cheese, two tomatoes and a head of lettuce without dropping any of them.

It was working surprisingly well, until he tried to talk. The apple dropped from his mouth, rolling between his feet, and in his haste to pick it back up before the five-second rule came into effect, he spun, dropped the head of lettuce, bounced it off his knee like a hackysack and lost one of the tomatoes to the land under the table. "Dammit!" He swore, and then paused. New girl! New cute girl! His brain reminded him, sadly after the fact. "Sorry! Um. Are you lost?"

Eyes widening slightly at the sight, Angelica giggled a little under her breath as she bent down to scoop up the wayward head of lettuce. Well, there went her quick theory that the boy's powers involved juggling.

"Hi, I'm Angelica, the one that sets things on fire," she responded with a grin, "though you can call me Angel." Whatever else she was going to say was lost as she spotted the slightly pointy tips of his ears. "Oh my god, you have EARS!"

Thankfully Kyle had set down the rest of his food before Angel had finished talking, because the hand that now whapped his forehead had been holding his swiss cheese, and he was pretty sure the five second rule didn't apply to cheese. Maybe he could negotiate a fifteen second rule.. "Um. Duh." He said, rolling his eyes, but laughing. "Most people have ears... I mean, some people don't, from mutating, or from like, them being ripped off in Japan and not having a healing factor, but, uh yeah. I have ears. Two of them."

Flushing from her neck all the way up, Angel played with the head of lettuce for a second. "No, I mean, um. They're pointy. And kind of cute." Figuring that someone like him wouldn't take kindly to being compared to an elf, she focused on what he had said. "They rip off their ears in Japan? Really?"

"There's a wrestler, Mick Foley, and he got one of his ears ripped off in a match in Japan. It's.. like his thing. He's
kind of indestrucible, only.. really not, because he's got a missing ear." Kyle explained. "But I think he's the only one. Besides that guy who boxed Tyson, who got his ear bit, but that wasn't in Japan. And they weren't wrestling. And it was bit off and not ripped off."

"That's probably the grossest conversation I've had here but, well, it's still early." Wandering further into the kitchen, she hooked a foot around a chair and flopped in it, still playing with the head of lettuce. "So, what do you do?" She beamed. "And what's your name?"

He couldn't resist. She's just walked herself right into it. Kyle cracked a grin, which showed off his elongated cainines to full effect. "I'm Kyle, and I have ears. Nice to meet you."

This time it wasn't just Angel that suddenly went hot--though hers was from embarrassment. The head of lettuce, however, was from the sudden jump in output of microwaves which was caused by the embarrassment. With a shriek of "Flaming produce!" Angel toppled backwards from the chair as she flailed a little bit. Thankfully, the force of landing shocked her enough that the fire was put out, leaving her clutching the charred food.

"...I hope you didn't have your heart set on eating that..."

"Nah..." Kyle said, laughing. "Important part of the sandwich's the dead animal part. The rest just makes it interesting or crunchy." He held out a hand as an offer to help Angel up, carefully pulling the claws in all the way. "I'm feral. Claws, fangs, fast healing, it's kind of a package deal. On one hand, I don't get colds and I'm hard to break. On the other, chocolate milk gives me gas."

After getting back up with help, she wrinkled her nose and tossed what was left of the lettuce into the garbage can. "Okay, now that's cool. Except for the chocolate milk part because ew, that can't be fun. I just emit microwaves and end up setting things on fire. The doctors downstairs--do they collect scary doctors for fun?--said that there'll be other things I can do with it later and that I should talk to someone named Shiro."

"You're a microwave?" Kyle asked, managing to only catch one word and latch onto it like a dog on a bone. "Can you pop your own popcorn? Shiro does that, but he's not a microwave. He's just all fire cranky guy. From Japan!" While talking he started on the construction process of his sandwich, pulling out four slices of bread, instead of his normal two. "He has both his ears though. Want a sandwich?"

"Um, sure, thanks." Struggling a bit to keep up, she sat back down on her chair. "Is he all cranky because he's all
fire-y or just because that's how he is? And I'm not sure, I've never tried. Maybe, you know, once I get more control over my powers."

"I think he's cranky because he's cranky." Kyle said sagely. "It's like, Forge isn't a dork because he's an engineer,
he's a dork because he's Forge." He frowned at the bread and lack of clean knife, and darted over to the sink to wash
his hands before coming back to the sandwich. Lorna would have -murdered- him dead if she caught him shredding roast beef with his claws without washing his hands. "You should totally try. You could toast your own Pop-Tarts!"

"Pop-Tarts taste like warmed up cardboard with some icing," Angelica said as she watched Kyle in fascination. "That
is so, so cool. If slightly disturbing because they're attached to you. It's like having little knives in your hands!"

"Man, wait until you meet Logan!" Kyle said, finishing the rapid shredding-of-beef. "He does. Big ones. Like a foot long and made of metal and everything." He piled the roast beef onto the bread and only then produced a real honest-to-kitchens knife from the knife block for the tomato. "No ratting me out for the clawing, or.. um.. I'll come up with something."

"Not saying a word! Besides, I figure it means I can get future sandwiches from you." She looked at him curiously. "Is Logan a student or a teacher? And he really does have big knives in his hands? Um, ew and awesome at the same time?"

"Teacher, sorta. He's, uh, not very teacherly most of the time." Kyle explained. "And by most of the time, I mean, pretty much ever. He's... okay, you met Mr. Summers, right? Totally exactly the opposite of him, only that's Mr. Marko, so like, the opposite of him too." He turned the tomato into several slices of tomato, and then disposed of the rest by the efficient manner of stuffing it in his mouth and chewing. "anyp. Bglngknves."

It took a great deal of restraint not to tell him to not talk with his mouth full. After all, chiding a person after five minutes of knowing them was kind of rude. Even if Kyle did remind her of an oversized golden lab. "Big knives," she translated. "Likes yours, from your finger tips? And, I mean, is it just knives or is he kind of like Cutlery Man?"

Kyle openly stared at Angelica, and then doubled over, howling with laughter. "Oh my -God-..." Just thinking about Logan popping giant spoons from his hands was the funniest thing he'd thought of all week, maybe all -year-. "No, not like... Oh, GOD, that's funny.", he wheezed.

Despite not knowing who Mr. Logan was, Kyle's laughter was very infectious and the mental image of Cutlery Man was hysterical. Angel found herself in a fit of giggles, laughing hard enough to make her shake a little bit. "Such a no then!" she said between bouts, holding her ribs.

Kyle wasn't sure if telling Logan would go well or not. Logan had a sense of humor. Sometimes. Maybe he'd save it for a good day. Of course, that'd require figuring out how to figure out if Logan was having a good day. Thinking about what would happen if he told Logan on a -bad- day was a little sobering. Kyle wasn't sure they'd invented a number big enough for the number of pullups he'd probably end up having to do.

"He's, uh, yeah.... " Kyle said, totally not explaining at all. "Sandwich now, death by spoon man later..." He said, still occasionally snickering.

"He sounds special," she giggled. But then again, most adults fit quite nicely into the special category. "This place looks awesome, if a little bit overwhelming. I came from a big school, you know, but this blows it out of the water." Angel huffed a little. "Even if they don't have a swim team."

"We have a pool though..." Kyle explained. "Olympic sized and everything. It's pretty sweet." He put slices of swiss cheese neatly atop the pile of meat-and-tomatoes and made a confused noise. "Nuts." He said, thoughtfully.

At that, Angel perked up. "I haven't seen it yet but I'll probably make my way over there. I was born in a bathtub so Pop says it shaped who I turned out to be. Mom says it means I've just always liked giving her a hard time." She eyed the sandwich as her stomach rumbled. Setting your new classmates on fire for food was probably considered
bad form, even if the doctors said your metabolism was changing. Still, it was awfully tempting.

"You know, if you want the sandwich now..." Kyle said, pointing at one of the two. "I am putting nuts in mine, because someone set my lettuce on fire. But you don't have to have a crunchy sandwich..." He shrugged, and pushed one of the sandwiches towards Angel. "My total obsession with not eating boring crap isn't contagious. I promise."

"I'm just so, so, so hungry," Angel said, determined at this point not to be embarrassed about setting anything on fire, as she lunged at the sandwich. "Docs warned me I'll be eating more but I didn't think I'd be all 'grr, feed me!'."

Kyle grinned at that. "Welcome to Xavier's, home of the kitchen that can feed teenage mutant bottomless pits." He pointed at his own sandwich, which he was liberally adding walnuts to. "It's a mutant thing, I swear. Even the brains eat more than most people. You get used to it..."

Avoiding talking with her mouth, Angel quickly swallowed the first bite. "Great sandwich!" she beamed at him. "I thought there was, like, a ton of food, even for a place this size. Oh! Once you're done making your sandwich of doom--because, really, that is--can you show me around so I don't get lost? I just need one good walkthrough, I hope."

Fighting the urge to break into a chorus of "doom doom doom doom doom", because Kyle was not going to get set on fire; not today, anyway, he put the bread on top of his sandwich and took a expiremental bite, declaring the sandwich perfect and taking another bite without setting it down. "Sure. There's a map too, and at worst, you just think really really really loud and one of the telepath people comes and rescues you." He grinned, -after- swallowing. "It's not -that- bad though. Once you get the hang of it, the halls make sense. It's not like, you know, weird Harry Potter crap."

Grabbing a napkin to clean up any crumbs she had left behind--the kitchen was spotless and whoever ran it probably wouldn't appreciate a mess--Angel grinned. "I don't know, moving staircases would rock. Unless, you know, you forgot about it and fell down them while moving." Standing up, she waited for Kyle to gather up his food. "Lead the way, Mr. Ears," she laughed.