Kyle rescues Angelo from Boredom
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xp_logsBackdated to November 5th - Kyle rescues Angelo from Boredom, and gets thanks for the rescue from Toad and has no idea how to deal with thanks gracefully.
He's also given a source on a lifetime supply of churros.
It wasn't that he expected Amanda to be around all the time to keep him entertained, and he knew that more food needed fetching and that Amanda had wanted to see Marie. Angelo wasn't begrudging her going anywhere - it was just that fifteen minutes after she'd left, with little he was allowed to do but stretch out on the couch and stare at the ceiling... Angelo was very, very bored. There was nothing good on the TV and he'd forgotten to make sure there were any books or magazines even in hisreach, which was only making it worse.
He was alternating between idly channel-surfing and counting tiles when the knock came at the door.
"'s open!"
Kyle pushed the door open with his butt, made a mumbly sort of greeting noise, and did -not- wave, due to the pile of Things in his hands.. "Dude, I totally just saw your girlfriend, and since she was not here, I figured I'd save you from Bored." He grinned and set down the GameCube, stack of video games, and half-dozen luchadore DVD's. "Wasn't sure on movies, but I borrowed some of Julio's DVD's and my Ray Mysterio ones. Figure you'd have run out of stuff on the Tivo ages ago. I know I did after DNA Blender week. And nothing says cooler then the Six-One-Nine*"
Angelo craned his head up a little... and stared. "Kyle, you are my second favourite person in the house today. For this, you can help yourself to anythin' in the fridge that isn't Forge's."
"Dude. Are there churros? Your mom makes the best churros." Kyle said happily. "How's the lungs?" He asked, seperating the Pile of Stuff into several smaller piles, arranged by category. "Also, wireless Gamecube controllers. And Paper Mario, which is the goofiest dorkiest game ever." He'd 'borrowed' it from Doug, and had yet to return it on account of Doug having been a dork at the trainees. It was the principle of the thing.
"There's always churros. The lungs are... gettin' better, an' a lot quicker than the ankle is. You brought me movies an'goofy dorky videogames?"
"Dude, when I was all "my DNA is busted.", I would've killed for video games and movies." Kyle answered. "I figure, if you don't watch or play, it's not hurting anyone, and if it keeps you going nuts due to bored, then I can totally get more free food out of you." He grinned widely. "Uh. I mean, then you don't go nuts and.. okay, yeah, your mom's cooking was totally part of it. But being bored is really bad. And the game's Doug's anyway." He learned in, and whispered. "Don't tell him. I told him he was a dork for owning it."
"I'll remember that for next time", Angelo said solemnly, then promised. "Not a word. An' dude, when my mom hears what you did in Tibet, you'll have all the free food even youcan eat."
Kyle shrugged, and laughed a little awkwardly. "Dude, you might wanna warn your mom about how much I can eat. I mean, okay, first, it's, you know, you part of the X-thing and all, but, I mean, how many times did you guys have to come get my ass?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and tried not to look totally sheepish. "Besides, I owed Toad a couple of bruises or, you know a couple hundred of them."
"She likes to cook", Angelo said with a half-shrug. "Also, she's my mom. She doesn't know most of the X-stuff, but she's gotta know what you did. Clarice, too. Even if you enjoyed handin' Toad his ass, an' who wouldn't?"
"I'm not gonna say no to food, dude." Kyle said. "It's just, you know, I'm not good with the whole people making a fuss and all." He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "It's a thing."
"...yeah, I know." He glanced sideways at the younger man. "Better get used to takin' credit, though, if you're gonna keep doin' that well."
"I could get used to free food." Kyle finally admitted, after a long pause. "The rest? I dunno if I want to get used to having to rescue people. I mean, that'd mean I got used to people needing to be rescued, and -that- is so far from cool that it's like, I dunno, cool is in another galaxy or something. Off with the Star Trek bumpyface aliens."
"I didn't mean just gettin' used to people bein' rescued", Angelo pointed out. "We do do other stuff."
"Yeah, but rescuing people is, you know, different." Kyle explained. "Dropping a house on Magneto is like, a team thing and everyone should get churros. But coming in and being all "Oh, hai, do you need a rescue?" for you and Clarice is... " He rubbed the back of his neck, and tried to ignore that his ears felt suddenly very warm. "I dunno, weird."
"However you want to put it, man, I owe you", Angelo said simply, not sure how else to say it.
* The 619 is the name for one of Ray Mysterio's signature moves in profesional wrestling. It's named the 619 because (619) is a San Diego telephone area code.
He's also given a source on a lifetime supply of churros.
It wasn't that he expected Amanda to be around all the time to keep him entertained, and he knew that more food needed fetching and that Amanda had wanted to see Marie. Angelo wasn't begrudging her going anywhere - it was just that fifteen minutes after she'd left, with little he was allowed to do but stretch out on the couch and stare at the ceiling... Angelo was very, very bored. There was nothing good on the TV and he'd forgotten to make sure there were any books or magazines even in hisreach, which was only making it worse.
He was alternating between idly channel-surfing and counting tiles when the knock came at the door.
"'s open!"
Kyle pushed the door open with his butt, made a mumbly sort of greeting noise, and did -not- wave, due to the pile of Things in his hands.. "Dude, I totally just saw your girlfriend, and since she was not here, I figured I'd save you from Bored." He grinned and set down the GameCube, stack of video games, and half-dozen luchadore DVD's. "Wasn't sure on movies, but I borrowed some of Julio's DVD's and my Ray Mysterio ones. Figure you'd have run out of stuff on the Tivo ages ago. I know I did after DNA Blender week. And nothing says cooler then the Six-One-Nine*"
Angelo craned his head up a little... and stared. "Kyle, you are my second favourite person in the house today. For this, you can help yourself to anythin' in the fridge that isn't Forge's."
"Dude. Are there churros? Your mom makes the best churros." Kyle said happily. "How's the lungs?" He asked, seperating the Pile of Stuff into several smaller piles, arranged by category. "Also, wireless Gamecube controllers. And Paper Mario, which is the goofiest dorkiest game ever." He'd 'borrowed' it from Doug, and had yet to return it on account of Doug having been a dork at the trainees. It was the principle of the thing.
"There's always churros. The lungs are... gettin' better, an' a lot quicker than the ankle is. You brought me movies an'goofy dorky videogames?"
"Dude, when I was all "my DNA is busted.", I would've killed for video games and movies." Kyle answered. "I figure, if you don't watch or play, it's not hurting anyone, and if it keeps you going nuts due to bored, then I can totally get more free food out of you." He grinned widely. "Uh. I mean, then you don't go nuts and.. okay, yeah, your mom's cooking was totally part of it. But being bored is really bad. And the game's Doug's anyway." He learned in, and whispered. "Don't tell him. I told him he was a dork for owning it."
"I'll remember that for next time", Angelo said solemnly, then promised. "Not a word. An' dude, when my mom hears what you did in Tibet, you'll have all the free food even youcan eat."
Kyle shrugged, and laughed a little awkwardly. "Dude, you might wanna warn your mom about how much I can eat. I mean, okay, first, it's, you know, you part of the X-thing and all, but, I mean, how many times did you guys have to come get my ass?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and tried not to look totally sheepish. "Besides, I owed Toad a couple of bruises or, you know a couple hundred of them."
"She likes to cook", Angelo said with a half-shrug. "Also, she's my mom. She doesn't know most of the X-stuff, but she's gotta know what you did. Clarice, too. Even if you enjoyed handin' Toad his ass, an' who wouldn't?"
"I'm not gonna say no to food, dude." Kyle said. "It's just, you know, I'm not good with the whole people making a fuss and all." He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "It's a thing."
"...yeah, I know." He glanced sideways at the younger man. "Better get used to takin' credit, though, if you're gonna keep doin' that well."
"I could get used to free food." Kyle finally admitted, after a long pause. "The rest? I dunno if I want to get used to having to rescue people. I mean, that'd mean I got used to people needing to be rescued, and -that- is so far from cool that it's like, I dunno, cool is in another galaxy or something. Off with the Star Trek bumpyface aliens."
"I didn't mean just gettin' used to people bein' rescued", Angelo pointed out. "We do do other stuff."
"Yeah, but rescuing people is, you know, different." Kyle explained. "Dropping a house on Magneto is like, a team thing and everyone should get churros. But coming in and being all "Oh, hai, do you need a rescue?" for you and Clarice is... " He rubbed the back of his neck, and tried to ignore that his ears felt suddenly very warm. "I dunno, weird."
"However you want to put it, man, I owe you", Angelo said simply, not sure how else to say it.
* The 619 is the name for one of Ray Mysterio's signature moves in profesional wrestling. It's named the 619 because (619) is a San Diego telephone area code.
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