Log: Kyle & Laurie

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Laurie finally goes to see Kyle about the whole argument thing. They talk, and then decide to go invite Marius and Jennie out for pizza. It's a teenager thing.




Laurie knocked on the door to Kyle's room, having navigated past his roommates - not a terribly hard feat since both Julio and Marius seemed to like her, and waited for the resident within to answer.

She'd received the box of donuts, and had been pondering just how to deal with the situation since the fugiting of several days worth of time had seen her temper improve significantly, especially considering the session she'd had with Dr Leonard Sampson yesterday. She wasn't going to ask how Lorna managed to get her an appointment so quickly, she was just glad that she had.

"Open!" Kyle yelled from under his bed, where he was trying to retrieve Shamu's squeaky mouse toy from where the cat had swatted it, and then proceeded to yowl in a pathetic manner when he couldn't get it back out. "Spoiling cat, can't open door!" He knew who it was, but really, it'd just be silly to still be pissed off at Laurie. Besides, hopefully the donuts did the trick.

Laurie opened the door and peered in, wondering where Kyle was, since she couldn't see him from the doorway. She moved into the room, looking around and noticed his feet poking out from the bed. "Kyle, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Kyle squrmed out from under his bed, and held up the catnip mouse triumphantly. "Saving everyone from a fate of yowling cat. Shamu was all like "I had a mouse, but then I losted it." and so I had to find it." He tossed the toy on the bed, and the cat promptly pounced on it.

"That cat is probably the most spoiled pet in the mansion, you know that, right?" Laurie replied, grinning as Shamu tossed the mouse in the air.

"Yup." Kyle agreed. "But he hunts the crickets and so it's all good. Crickets are fricking annoying." He gave his cat a quick head scritch and then hauled himself off the floor and sat on the edge of his bed. "So, I'm guessing this is less about how spoiled my cat is, and more about, oh, say, some anonymous donut donations?"

"Maybe." Laurie replied, fidgeting for a second before she sat down on the bed and firmly placed her hands in her lap. This was not the time for prevarication, although the idea of not talking about any of this at all in favour of going out for ice cream seemed like a good solution right now. "It would depend on the reason for said anonymous donut donation. If, they were to be in aid of say, peace between two people who'd gotten into a bit of a screaming match on a certain journalling system, then I may be here to speak of them in a favourable light."

"Dude, I had to climb up the side of the building -twice- to get apology donuts into your suite. Okay, the last time it was my own stupid fault, but still." Kyle said, snickering. "I'm surprised that Angel didn't rat me out the second the donuts were found. Unless she doesn't know about them. In which case, dude, good job. She's like, a donut eating machine."

"She was into them the moment I opened them and saw what they were." Laurie replied with an impish grin. "I just wanted to make you say it. I'm sorry, you know. About getting so angry at you, and doing the threatening bodily harm thing. It was pretty badly out of line."

There was no good way to get around it, and Kyle wasn't the kind to be nice and brush things aside as no big deal. Except when he was. "I totally can't say I've never done that, and so, I'd be a giant hypo... griff? crite? Hypothingy, if I was gonna hold a grudge over crap I've done to people too." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Besides, I totally was being all emo."

"Hypocrit, and I think I was being pretty emo myself. Although, that's not really a bad thing. We have just had people we care a big deal about disappear without a trace." Laurie replied wryly, pulling her feet up into a cross legged position. "I still don't want to think of them as dead. I think that's why I got so angry at you. You made me face it, and I didn't want to. I still don't want to, even though I think they are. Confusion sucks, and this sucks even worse. I just wish there was some proof, you know? Something so it doesn't feel like I'm giving up on them to think they're dead. What if they need our help and..."

"Dude. How much time have you had to spend with Doc Samson this week?" Kyle asked, raising his eyebrows at Laurie. "Seriously, I think he told me a lot of the same stuff, sorta." He shrugged, and let himself flop over onto his back. "I just don't like thinking about how, if they could die, I could too, and I'm... well, you know. The healing thinger. I don't wanna think about it, and I can't -stop- thinking about it."

"Almost every day, I think. He wanted to get us past all the 'learning of my history and getting to know me' bits. It's down to once a week from next week though, thank God. I don't mind the man but all the self-reflection stuff gets pretty draining." Laurie said, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it to her chest. "Do you think you'll age? With the healing doohickie. I've been doing the biology thing and they're theorised that some healing factors make the subject age slower then normal base line humans."

Kyle stared at Laurie in horror. "Oh, fuck, I hope so. I don't want to look seventeen for the rest of my life!" He reached over and tossed the squashy pig at Laurie. "Don't tell anyone. I totally have that because it's good to hug. I swear, you tell anyone, and I'm laking you. Every day. Next winter."

Laurie took the offered pig and hugged it. Kyle was right, it was very good to hug. "I promise I won't tell. And well, Mr Marko doesn't look that old and he's meant to be ancient. So maybe you kinda stop ageing at some stage, but after the whole teenager thing."

"Mr. Marko is -weird-." Kyle said. He knew, now, and couldn't say anything. Which, he decided, was just on the side of freakin' annoying. "I don't wanna not age. It just.. no. I mean, I'd be cool with like, aging slow, or not looking old, like, my dad totally doesn't look his age."

He sat quietly for as long as he could stand, until the restlessness won out over trying to be understanding. "Okay, dude, I need pizza. Can we go be all like, deep and into our feelings and crap somewhere where I can get pizza? Because trust me, these things need pizza. Marius and Jennie would totally back me up on that."

"Actually, mind if we go bug Jennie and Marius to go out for pizza with us? I owe them for not killing me dead over the whole supposed pregnancy thing. I feel pizza is more then enough of an appoligy branch, and more edible as well!" Laurie responded, grinning at Kyle. She could always be self reflective while eating pizza, in fact, she assumed that old time philsophical types had probably done just that...only with old style philosophical food rather then pizza.

"Sure, but if Marius makes any frolicking bees comments, I'm flicking sausage bits at him." Kyle answered.