xp_logs | Jay and Kevin - Wednesday Night

Kevin finds Jay in his bed. Jay finds Kevin distracting.

The machine shop was seriously Kevin's best friend ever since Forge had given him the key to it. He was still figuring out some of the equipment, though Forge had shown him how to use it all. It was a comfort thing and Kevin was definitely not comfortable on any of the machinery yet. Yet. He was working on it though. He'd managed to snag his sleeve on something today, though his glove underneath remained intact so he wasn't sweating it much. The machine shop was also helping Kevin acclimate back to normal people time, as he liked to think of it. It was about eleven at night by time Kevin pulled himself out of the shop and headed for his suite.

Quiet, but the rooms were almost always quiet. He and Jay seemed to be keeping totally opposite schedules. Kevin couldn't help wondering if his winged roommate had been avoiding him just as much as Kevin had been avoiding the older guy. It didn't really matter much either way, did it? Kevin noticed some feathers on the floor outside his door as he pushed the door open, but he thought nothing of it. Most of the floor outside his own room was covered in feathers at this point anyway and the wind maybe just blew them over this far from a window that was maybe open earlier or something.

That line of reasoning was entirely dropped when Kevin spotted someone on his bed. A someone with red wings. His jaw dropped and the only excuse he could think of was Jay got drunk and forgot which room was his own. "What tha hell?!" The words were even softer than usual and found themselves nearly swallowed by the silence around him.
Though the excuse of intoxication would have been sufficiently excusable for sleeping in someone else's bed, Jay didn't have an ounce of alcohol in him. Sleeping on his side, Jay was burrowed beneath heavy layers of strange feeling blankets. Though it wasn't his bed, he had no problems falling soundly asleep to the scent of another man.

Kevin claimed he was around at all times of the day, yet when Jay went in search of him, he couldn't find the evasive roommate. A apart of him didn't want to find Kevin because he knew they would either fight or get along; their relationship taking awkward turns so suddenly that he deemed his roommate bipolar. Nothing like sleeping in another person's bed to test that theory.

Had he been in his own bed, the soft voice would have not woken him, however, he was sleeping lightly when the door opened. Rolling onto his back, red wings spread lazily off to his sides. Topless, Jay extended his arms in a stretch; his wings mimicking the gesture, touching each side of the bedroom walls and he greeting his roommate with a yawn. With no intention of moving, he linked his fingers behind his head and let his wings hang mid air off the edge of the bed in what probably looked like an uncomfortable position, but was far from that. "It ain't mornin' yet, is it?"

Kevin was left staring, utterly gobsmacked. What the hell was going on? Did he walk into an alternate dimension or something? His brain kept asking him why Jay was in his bed instead of his own. And why did Jay not seem very concerned to be in the wrong bed? "Uh, no. It's 'bout seven hours off from dawn. An' wha' tha hell are ya doin' in mah bed? Did Ah mention tha part where it's mah bed?" He kept trying to wrap his brain around the situation but it wasn't really working to his advantage.

"It's eleven o'clock, or there'bouts. Why you even asleep yet?" He was under the impression most people on normal people time were not completely passed out in other people's beds at this hour. There was, however, a small feeling of satisfaction seeing some of the renegade bits of glitter from Clarice were sticking to Jay's bare chest and did he ever wear a shirt?! Kevin groaned. What the hell did he do to deserve the half naked roommate?

"God, Kev. Ya couldn'ta woken me up at a decent time? Ah've only been asleep fer an hour." As groggy as Jay was, the temptation to just roll over and ignore Kevin was almost too great to ignore. The unfunctioning part of his brain wanted to ask why his bed wasn't as comfortable as Kevin's, why his pillows didn't form perfectly around his head. But even as this rolled through his head, he already knew the answer. When it belonged to someone else, it always seemed nicer, better in ways that Jay couldn't have been satisfied if it were his own.

Instead, he sat up. Raising his knees, the covers fell slightly, revealing that yes, he was wearing something beneath. "An' it's a really nice bed too." Who could argue that? Scratching his bicep, he leaned forward, and slipped his legs into a cross legged position, wings slowly repositioning behind his back, yet not quite able to as they were too long.

He hadn't noticed the glitter.

"Cause normal people go to bed early an' wake up early. Or yer not as southern as ya claim to be?"

Kevin opened his mouth to reply, but sheer shock was keeping him silent and he just closed his mouth again and stared at Jay for a few moment. "Ah wouldn've woken ya up if ya were in yer own bed! An' you still haven't tol' me why exactly ye're in here in tha firs' place." Kevin was getting visibly flustered. It was the invading of his space thing, sort of. It was actually the same thing it was the first time with Jay, him crossing lines no one crossed. Ever. People didn't touch him but Jay just had to, right? People did not crawl into Kevin's bed uninvited, but Jay did. Maybe Jay just really, really liked watching Kevin squirm, which he was almost doing to a literal degree.

Questioning how Southern Kevin was only earned Jay a glare, which was hard to pull off since Kevin seemed slightly hypnotized watching Jay's wings move. Wings, now there was a potentially annoying but infinitely better mutation than his own. Kevin had a feeling that just like the glitter he'd be finding feathers in his bed for days, except those would be found as ash clinging to his skin. Damn. "Ah been passin' out at eight er nine an' wakin' up at 'bout three or four in tha mornin'. No one else is awake really 'til 'round seven er eight, which would put eight hours of sleep startin' 'round eleven or twelve," he pointed this all out very logically. Some of the effect of having a point was a bit lost because he was still watching the wings and noticing stupid things like how long they were and how they didn't fit with Jay sitting like that.

Jay didn't have a good reason for being in Kevin's bed, except to tell himself he did it to piss his roommate off while waiting up for him. His own logic was a bit off, even to himself. Yawning again, he scratched his chest, and then rubbed one side of his face, hunched over, resting his elbows on his knees. The friction between his hand and face made Jay frown and draw his hand away, inspecting it. The light from outside reflected across the palms of his fingers and glitter covered the inside of the hand. He assumed his face had glitter on it too. "Ah shit." He tried to brush some of it off onto the bed, then, realizing it was a futile effort, gave up.

He ignored Kevin's demand to know why he was in his bed, instead, pulling the right wing around to inspect it. Something was irritating him, itchy yet painful like a sliver. One of his longer feathers was hanging outside of all the others, and Jay carefully took ahold of it and ripped it off. "Shit," he repeated, sucking in a sharp breath at the brief pain. The feather was as long as his forearm, with a spot of blood at the tip and he twirled it around between his fingers before setting it down on the night table. He realized Kevin was watching him with odd fascination, or rather, watching his wings. "They call 'em blood feathers," as if to answer any question forming in Kev's mind.

Jay finally realizing he was covered in small bits of rainbow glitter was suitably amusing to Kevin. At least, something good about Clarice being the Glitter Goddess of Doom! Small revenge for his bed being invaded. His bed that he wanted to crawl into but it was occupied so he couldn't. It wasn't like he could go and get revenge on Jay by stealing his bed in turn. If he did that the chances were more likely than not Jay would find himself without a bed, just a pile of dust. Kevin yawned and went over to sit on top of his desk given that his bed was clearly off limits to himself.

The sound Jay made at the pain of plucking the feather out made Kevin cringe a little. "You alrigh'?" Kevin knew nothing about birds or blood feathers. He could see the blood in the moonlight streaming through the window and he assumed that's where the term came from. "Whassit like a broken feather or somethin'?" Given all the feathers littering the floors of now their entire suite Kevin would think Jay's body would be trying to keep the feathers it still had, not break off more of them.

"Sure Ah'm al'ight. It's just a lil' blood." By now, the spot he had removed it from had healed. "No," he replied sullenly. "It's apart of tha moltin' process. Bigger feathers come out slower, like one or two at a time. They're ma flight feathers. Ah googled it an' found out that when two fall out, two more grow back, an' the whole process could take up to six months on birds. Ah' ain't no bird but Ah'm reckon Ah gotta go through the same bull." He hadn't consulted Lorna about changing his diet but now, the whole diet idea was looking pretty good, rather then go through six months of shedding feathers. He wasn't even sure her diet would work if she did agree to help him.

"Where were ya?" he asked. "Ah was lookin' fer ya." Looking for all of about half of an hour. He couldn't be bothered to spend the entire evening looking for a roommate who had probably decided to go out. Rolling his neck, Jay felt his muscles tighten up and threw back the covers, planting his feet on the ground. Placing a hand on either side of him, he hunched over and then arched his back, rolling his neck and trying to get something to go pop in his back. "Ya know, as comfortable as yer bed is, it's left a knot in between ma shoulders, running right up ma neck." Probably served him right for sleeping here.

"Sounds kinda annoyin'," not to mention six months worth of feathers around the place would make the suite a rather interesting place to walk around. Kevin couldn't help wondering if it was painful, but he figured shedding feathers was sort of like shedding hair. Blood feathers didn't sound like much fun. "So ya gotta molt fer six months and then it happens again when? Ah mean, dogs and cats shed like, what, twice a year? You can't 'cause then ya'd ne'er stop, but Ah 'ssume it's recurrin', right?"

Kevin was either going to die of shock eventually or become accustomed to people looking for him. Somehow he wasn't very inclined to assume it was going to be the latter. "You were lookin' fer me? Why?" Seriously, he went looking for him so he, what, claimed Kevin's bed so Kevin couldn't escape him or something? Damn, did that mean Kevin was in for another panic attack inducing experience with Jay? He really didn't think he was up for that right now. "Ah was in tha machine shop. Tha's where Ah usually am since Forge gave me that key."

"Ah don't know if it's gonna come back or not. Ah'd rather it not, but Ah reckon it'll happened every six months, or a year. Actually, Ah really don't know cause Ah didn't research that, an' Ah'm not a goddamn bird. So Ah couldn't be sure 'bout it either." His bangs fell in front of his eyes and he blew them away, standing up to stretch. Half way through the stretch, he deemed it too confining in the room and gave up, flopping back down on the bed. Lying on his side, he propped himself up and watched Kevin.
"Do Ah gotta have a reason?" he asked, adjusting the wings behind him, trying to get comfortable. Jay smoothed his hand over the one side of the bed, trying to flatten the covers next to him. "Wha're ya doing in the shop that's so interesting? Buildin' somethin?"

"Ya squawk an awful lot, maybe you are a bird." He couldn't help picking on Jay a little and Kevin even had a faint smile playing across his lips when he did. Though he supposed when Jay got up to stretch only to reclaim his bed that it was just desserts for picking on him. He even had a tiny bit of fleeting hope that he might get his bed back. Nope. The odds he'd end up asleep on the couch just got better and better all the time.

"Mos' people got reasons fer lookin' fer other people." Then again, Jay could just be special. He could have been looking for Kevin just to annoy the hell out of him when found. That actually seemed pretty damn likely, honestly. Clearly, Kevin was doomed. "Nah, Ah'm not buildin' nothin'. Fer now Ah'm mos'ly tryin' to get a handle on all the machinery in there. Ah do sculpture, metal stuff." He nodded to the bedside table where there was a half finished sculpture made up of little metal rods which was beginning to look like the shape of a woman standing.

"Least Ah dont' have a nose like one," he bit back. No way was he able to surrender his roommate's bed, especially when Jay had him in a checkmate. Kevin wanted the bed but he didn't know how to get it, and it was a tempting scenario that could go a few directions. "Thank ma lucky stars Ah don't look like ya twenty four, seven." Pulling a pillow under his head, he crammed it tightly together, huggin it while he lay flat on his stomach.

He shrugged, having no real explanation why he was looking for his roommate. He just was. "Careful ya don't cut somethin' off," he joked, turning his attention on the project not yet finished. "That a girl ya know or ya just goin' from yer head?"
It was comebacks like that which made Kevin rather happy he didn't give much thought to his appearance most days. He didn't consider himself good looking and he was totally fine with that. It was better that way, actually. Fewer accidents would happen that way. Still, Kevin wrinkled his nose and made a face at Jay. "Ah'm sure ya'd be absolutely heartbroken ta not have yerself to stare at all day inna mirror." He didn't really peg Jay for that sort of self-loving, but it was possible. Also, Kevin was getting a little bitter. He just wanted his damn bed back!

"Jus' mah shirt so far," he held up his arm and the slice down his sleeve which nearly went from his elbow to his wrist gaped open. The only reason it was very visible in the dim light was because his gloves underneath were black and the shirt itself was white. Contrast was your friend. "She's sorta a combination of girls Ah know."

"Ah am pretty fuckin' hot, arn't Ah? It'd be wrong o' ya not to be jealous." Of course he was joking, except he had heard it on more then one occasion that he was deemed 'pretty'. Hard not to believe you looked somewhat attractive with so many compliments. "Sides, Ah look pretty damn good in yer bed, don'cha think? Want me to sing ya a lullaby ta sleep?" It was part mock and all flirtation, and where he treaded with caution before, now he was just testing the waters between them. He didn't want to come out right and say anything that would scare Kevin, and really, he didn't even know why he was trying. It was fun to see his roommate squirm, and he seemed to do that a lot in close proximity of Jay. Another theory to test out, put his gaydar to work.

"An' was that yer first day in there, or fifth? Ya havn't been learnin' long an' already yer sawing yer arm off. No one's gonna want a one armed boyfriend, especially not those girls in the statue." Damn. Girls that Kevin was with probably before he fell into his mutation.

Kevin shook his head at Jay, though the corners of his mouth tugged upward into a small smile anyway. "Jus' how do you manage ta fit you, your wings, and your ego all in mah bed?" It was really hard not to be amused, and damn was Kevin trying not to be. "Mah bed looks good in my bed," he sighed and yawned again. The lullaby offer earned a raised eyebrow from Kevin and he just wasn't sure how to reply to that given the tone of voice Jay used. About the only reply he could manage to think up was a very lame, "Ain't never had lullabies sung ta me, Ah don' think Ah much need 'em now." A lullaby was to put someone to sleep. Kevin was damn tired enough as it was, he just needed his bed to be sleeping in.

"Been a few days," he shrugged. The fact he hadn't actually cut anything off was more thanks to Forge's help than anything else really. Otherwise? Kevin was sure he'd be down to three fingers by now. "Ain't no one want a boyfriend can turn 'em ta dust if they kiss him tha wrong way either. Ah don't think losin' an arm would really hurt them chances none."

"Ah don't know," Jay mused. "But there's room enough for all three an' our roommate," he batted his eyelashes and patted the spot beside him. "Yer gonna fall asleep on that spot, or ya gonna c'mere an' relax a bit." The wing closest to Kevin extended out, flapping twice - enough to blow his hair back away from his face and retracted away. "Ya would beg fer a lullaby if ya heard me sing it." In that fact, he wasn't flirting but felt it was the truth. He sang well, if and when he had something to sing about.

Jay chucked the pillow at Kev's head and folded his arms in front of him, resting his head there. "Yer delusional. No one wants a boyfriend who's gotta listen ta yer moaning and groaning. There's ways round yer mutation. Ya just gotta get extra creative. More than the norm."

This situation was...weird. Bizarre. Hallucinogenic. "Am Ah gonna end up askin' if yer suicidal every time Ah talk to ya? 'Cause you are not 'xactly proposin' the safest thing in tha world, ya know." It was sort of the complete opposite. Kevin had to close his eyes to the wind caused by the wing and shook his head afterward. "Ah ain't never heard any voice pretty enough ta make me beg ta hear more." Jay was being kind of...no, Kevin was definitely imagining that. He had to be.

The thought process was cut short when he had to catch the pillow that managed to hit him in the face before bouncing into his hands. "How 'bout we settle on 'Kevin's antisocial enough ta not attract no one's attention anyway'?" Why he had thought about whether or not there were ways around Kevin's mutation was beyond Kevin. This was, of course, without Jay knowing that there was a whole one place on his entire body that was safe, though he could have picked up on it if he'd paid attention when Kevin had mentioned turning to dust if someone kissed him the wrong way.

With a sigh of resignation, Kevin hung his head, cuddling the pillow to his chest. "You ain't never leavin' my bed tonight, are ya?"
"Nuttin's safe when ya stroll yer ass out that door everyday, yet ya do it - why? Cause yer a risk taker? Nah, that ain't it. Ya do it cause ya gotta. Otherwise, ya will wither away behind closed doors." Being the biggest hypocrite known to man kind, Jay only smiled back sweetly. He was the last person that should have been giving a pep talk. "Ya would if ya heard me sing, but ya ain't worthy 'o that yet." He didn't want to sing for anyone right now because his pride was crushed - still sore on not making it in the musical industry. And his roommate would probably make fun of him anyways.

"Lame Kev." Jay pushed himself up off the bed, letting the sheets fall away. Brushing his hair from his face, he stretched, and smirked. "Course not. Ah ain't no perv." Jay walked through Kevin's door, heading for his own room, not looking back while he spoke. "Just make sure yer shit's on the couch before we leave tomorra."

Jay was way off base with why Kevin walked out the door every day. Somehow he didn't think informing his winged roommate that Kevin had had the panic attack to end all panic attacks the first time they met would be well received. It wasn't really something he figured should be on the sharing list for information. "Yet?" Kevin raised an eyebrow and had to admit to himself that he was actually curious now. Kevin was about as musical as a pigeon, personally, but he remembered hearing from people Jay was good. He was also the last person to make fun of anyone for anything they loved doing, but there was no way for Jay to know that or for Kevin to know it should be pointed out.

"I will," he answered distractedly, watching Jay walk across the common space. It seemed odd for Jay to suddenly give up just like that. Kevin's built up tension at the prospect of someone actually insisting on proximity melted away the further Jay got, but there was a vague feeling of disappointment too. Maybe Kevin wanted his buttons pushed, 'cause maybe that would actually break him out of some of it. Probably not. It'd probably just lead to more panic attacks. Once he saw Jay at his own door Kevin shut his and looked at the scattered feathers in his bed and on his floor. Well, those wouldn't be going anywhere until he got back, he guessed.