Angel and Yvette

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A bored Angel is never a good Angel. But she sure is fun.



Angel sprawled in the chair next to the window, staring out with a pitiful expression. Christmas had come and gone and there hadn't been that much snow this year. She'd been hoping for lots of white stuff to go jumping around in but that really hadn't been the case lately. It had been cold, she knew from the weather reports, but they'd gotten some flurries and a lot of rain. "Bring me my snow!" she demanded, shaking her fist at the empty sky.

"I do not think the sky will be listening, if Miss Munroe has not the powers," came the slightly amused reply from the doorway. Yvette had been passing and overheard her suitemate's demands. "You miss the snow, yes?"

Sliding around so she know hung upside down from the chair, Angel sulked, hair dangling on the ground. "Yeah. I mean, I love school and I know that if it snows we still have to go – downside of living in your school, yo – but I'd like to go play in it." She gave Yvette a thoughtful look. "Have you made snow angels before?"

Yvette came in properly and bent, trying to look at Angel the right side up. "I do not think so, no," she replied. "Is it like the snowmen, with the making them out of snow?"

"Yep! You lay on the ground in a straight line, arms against your side, and then you move your arms and legs up and down," Angel explained. "The movements mean that when you stand back up again, the imprint on the snow looks like angel wings." She sighed. "We don't get much snow in Seattle – some but not a whole lot. And every time we did, mom and I would race out to do them, regardless of what we'd been doing before hand."

"Oh, I understand! From the other view they look like angels, yes." Yvette cast a regretful glance out of the window. "It is very much a pity then, that there is no snow. I would like to try this thing."

Now Angel really wanted it to snow and not just for her own sake. She knew Yvette hadn't had the easiest childhood and she sometimes made it her unspoken mission in life to make up for that. It was like learning to speak Sooraya's language. Not only did it make it easier but it forged a stronger connection. She started out of the window, thinking hard. And then…

"Hey, Yvette? Wanna get dirty?"

Yvette blinked, and looked down at her clothing. Basic jeans and buttoned blouse, but she could always strip off to the body suit. And Angel's suggestions, whilst seeming completely insane, invariably were a lot of fun, when they didn't involve near-drowning. And fun, Yvette decided, was exactly what she needed. "I do think you have the plan, yes?" she asked, a grin appearing that was matched by the heightened glow of her eyes. "Let us go get dirty then!"

Flipping herself upright, Angel returned the grin a hundred fold. "Race you and I promise to not go out the window like last night!" she said, taking off suddenly. "Last one to the lake has to eat the weird thing at dinner!"

"Then you will be lucky, because my mother has sent me the care package with the pickled things!" Yvette called after her, dropping her bag to chase down her friend. Unconsciously, she dropped to the all-fours crouch that gave her extra speed, the floor protected by her gloves. "I hope you like the pickled vegetables!"

Despite the fact that she probably would eat pickled vegetables, Angel gave a shriek of protest, especially when the younger girl sped by her. "Tricky, Red!" she shouted, speeding down the hallway after her suitemate. She giggled when she nearly trampled some fellow students who were smart enough to cling to the walls for safety. They hit the main doors and then the grass, slipping and sliding in it as they turned towards the lake.

Yvette's long fingers and toes gave her the advantage over the slippery ground, and she left little pock-marks in the lawn as she put on an extra burst of speed at the sight of the lake glinting dully in the grey afternoon light. "Last one to the lake is the rotten egg!" she called over her shoulder to Angel, grinning wildly.

"Is that what you'll be calling yourself from now on?" she shot back, using her momentum to thrust herself into the air. Another blast got her to the lake side and she landed, slipping and sliding in the mud under her feet. "Hah! Victory is mine!" Her Russian accent was really, truly horrible.

"You are the cheater!" Yvette retorted, laughing as she skidded to a stop. Her clothes were already muddy, she reflected, eyeing the mud, and then Angel speculatively. There was always the laundry. Raising her hand, she flicked the globs of mud off her fingers, into Angel's face.

Sporfling in surprise, Angel jerked back, a hand going to wipe the mud off her face. Her sneakered feet suddenly no good purchase in the soft ground beneath her and before she knew it, she was sprawled flat on her back and staring up at a pair of huge, blue eyes. "Blech," she said in response, right as she tossed a mudball at Yvette's head, trying to scramble back up to her feet in the process.

Yvette squeaked and ducked, the mudball catching her hair instead and separating into fragments that clung. "Here is, how you say? Mud in your eye?" she countered, scooping up her own mudball, but careful not to actually aim at Angel's face.

"No more quaint sayings for you!" Angel countered, not quick enough to dodge the mud that was now on her shirt. She was being careful not to scoop up any mud with rocks or sticks in them – Yvette might be tough but that was just mean. There was mud creeping down the back of her shirt from where she'd fallen but Angel just gave a tiny war cry as she tossed more mud.

The mudball hit Yvette full in the chest, and she squealed. "Well, you are the one wanting to be dirty!" she laughed, going for a double handful this time. If they couldn't have snow, mud would have to do.

Scrambling around in an attempt to not get hit again, Angel slowly built one giant mudball, cradling it as best she could in her hands. It took a lot of concentration to not let Yvette see what she was doing and to not drop it, but she slowly heated up the outside until it had caked and dried. Grinning like a mad woman, she turned back around and tossed it as high as she could over them both. The result, since she'd only nuked it long enough to dry the outside, was exactly what she was hoping for. A giant thing of mud cracking under the strain and raining brown glop over Yvette.

And, whoops, her. "Miscalucation!" she howled, covering her head from the rain of mud.

"Ah!" Yvette covered her head with her hands, squeezing her eyes shut until the shower had ended. When it had, the two of them were covered in mud, eyes blinking out from brown masks. "Truce, yes? I do not think there are any of the clean places left!"

Angel nodded, watching mud slide from her hair and back on the ground. "Oh, totally a truce," she agreed, trying to catch her breath from the giggling and running around. "But since we're so dirty, let me show you how to do a snow angel…er, mud angel. And then when it does snow really well, we can try it out on the real thing!" Picking a patch on the ground that had no sharp pointy objects, she showed Yvette how to situate her body. "And then you move your legs and arms like this and after a few minutes, get up and you've got an angel!" She cheated a bit as she got up, using her power to hover so as not to ruin the outline.

Flopping into her own patch of mud, Yvette mimicked Angel's motions. When she tried to get up, however, she found herself pinned, as her hair had driven down into the ground. "Um, to be helping?"

"…wow, I totally didn't think of that happening," she replied, making sure to grab Yvette's covered hands. Angel made a mental note to go seek out Forge for a few things as she planted her feet, leaning back to slowly pull Yvette from the sucking mud.

With a wet squelch, Yvette's hair came free, and she carefully got up so as not to spoil her angel. "I think the snow would be working better, yes?" she said wryly. "It is being less sticky."

"Your britches'll get soaked faster," Angel said, grinning, "but yeah, it won't try to eat your head." She paused. "It shouldn't try to eat your head. We are at Xavier's, after all. Next thing you know, there'll be demon snow or something. Grr, raar."

"I think it would be getting the stomach ache if it tried to eat me," Yvette pointed out with a grin of her own. "Like the dinosaur."

"…NOM NOM NOM! Race you back in!"