Kyle and Morgan, backdated to Dec 17
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xp_logsA few days after Laurie and Morgan go out drinking, Morgan gets the other side of the story from Kyle. Who is just as convinced that he's right as Laurie was, and not particularly willing to believe that Laurie feels awful about it.
She'd been meaning to do it for days now but somehow things kept cropping up. Sometimes they were things that were necessary to complete. Sometimes they were bits of fun she had to inject into other people's lives. Sometimes she just spaced on it. However, having a bit of time combined with remembering her mission Morgan went on a hunt. Of course, she should have just checked the kitchen first. It should have been a new rule of thumb for her, always start in the kitchen.
"Hey, kid, how's it hanging?" She nodded at the object of her hunt, who was currently shoveling food into his mouth. She'd have loved to think she was just being metaphoric but Morgan was convinced if there was a shovel about Kyle would be using it.
It took a few seconds for Kyle to answer, as he'd had nearly more than a mouthful of pierogies that had to be chewed up and swallowed before he could talk. No one wanted to see a mouth full of half-chewed potato and onion. And he'd been whapped more than once for talking with his mouth full, and it was finally sinking in.
"A ton better now that finals are over." He said, indicating the Nothing accompanying him with his food. For what seemed like the first time in two weeks, he wasn't studying and eating at the same time.
"Can't say I know the pain of finals." It was what happened when you dropped out of school when you left home and got your GED years later. Morgan did, however, remember studying for the test to earn said GED and that still made her cringe a bit on the inside.
The woman grabbed an apple from the fridge and leaned against the counter. She took the time to bite into it, chew and swallow before speaking to Kyle again casually. "You know my girl scout of a roommate went and got herself trashed because you called her a bitch."
Kyle very deliberately put his fork down, and took a drink of water before he said anything. He needed the time to keep from growling, to keep from just storming out of the room. It wouldn't help, it would probably just get reported back to Laurie and make her think he was even more psycho. "Did she tell you why the hell I think she's a bitch?" The idea of Laurie getting drunk was kind of strange to him, since she'd been so preachy on the subject. "She tell you what she said to me to piss me off?"
"Nope." Morgan noted the way Kyle tensed at the topic. She didn't react, just lounged there without a care in the world and munched on her apple. "She did drunkenly blather about how she'd tried to help in a fight with a dinosaur man person and only made it worse and how she'd fucked up so badly, blah blah blah. Didn't mention anything about what she'd said to you specifically. She was already fairly drunk at this point, though. She wouldn't talk about any of it until she was."
"We got jumped by some psycho, he attacked Laurie, and I was trying to keep him off her." Kyle said. He laughed and shook his head. "Tried to help my ass. She got herself knocked out, woke up just in time to see me biting the guy on the arm because nothing else was doing shit to him, decided I was trying to -eat- him and tried to knock us both out with her powers." He shrugged and took another drink of water. "Which is totally not why I'm pissed with her. I mean, whatever, she fucked up in a fight. Everybody does that. I still do it."
"Yeah, that's the gist of what I got. Only she really was trying to help. You know, because sometimes waking up after being knocked out makes your brain fuzzy and sometimes it jumps to conclusions like 'tall and fuzzy is chewing on that man and might maim him in irreparable ways.' So trying to calm you down, knock you out, whatever would have helped if that's what was going on. You don't end up doing something you might regret, like killing someone, and the threat is neutralized. But, yeah, she fucked up her first time in a serious fight. That's not really noteworthy. Everyone does." Her head tilted to the side as she watched him. Morgan didn't spend much time around Kyle so she couldn't read his body language well beyond the generalities that tended to apply to everyone. She was studying him for future reference. "So why are you so pissed at her?"
"She said I couldn't control myself because I'm feral." Kyle said, obviously struggling to keep his voice even. "I have fangs, I have claws. I heal fast." He'd been making a point to not trim back his claws for months now except to keep them clean, and they were all the way out and impossible to miss. "I damn well can fucking control myself. I'm not Sabretooth. I'm not Logan. I don't go attacking people just because I feel like it."
"Were those her actual words or your interpretation of them?" There wasn't any edge to Morgan's voice to infer she didn't believe Laurie said it and he was overreacting. There was a neutrality to her words that did nothing but seek the truth. She tended to give Laurie a lot of credit because the kid could admit to things like being overly moral and having a stick up her ass. She also was a little protective of the girl so what she wanted to do was help if she could --and if Laurie deserved it-- or get enough information to make an informed decision to let her sink in the mess she created.
Kyle screwed up his face, trying to remember exactly what it was that Laurie had said. "It was something like her saying she was sorry that my being feral meant I was out of control, or something like that. She definitely said it pretty much straight out though." He looked at his plate still a third full of food and then stood up, taking the plate over to the counter and dumping the food into the plastic container he'd gotten it from. "It's not the kind of thing you say to a guy when you know he's got issues with that kind of thing. It's not like it's any secret or anything."
Morgan frowned at the dismissal of the rest of his food. That couldn't have been a good sign. Especially not from the way he'd been stuffing his mouth past capacity when she'd come in. She ignored the bad omen and plowed on ahead anyway. "Laurie's a stupid kid who hasn't had a lot of life experience best I can tell. She is, however, a stupid kid who knows she was wrong and fucked up majorly." It sort of explained why the kid was quite so torn up about the incident. "Has she at least apologized?"
"Nope" Kyle said, shaking his head briskly. "She sent me some email about how she wanted me to go to -her- to talk, and I don't want to talk about it. I don't want her excuses, I'm not going to -her- to beg for an apology. When you fuck up like that, if you want to apologize, you go to the person you said shit about. You don't make them come to you." He put the lid on the container, and went through the motions of reapplying a sticky label and scrawling his initials and a date on it. "Which I told her, and she hasn't bothered to say crap to me since, except to give me even more shit on the journals. I'm leaving her alone, I don't know why the hell she can't leave -me- alone."
"Go to her or meet with her at a time of your convenience?" Though Laurie really shouldn't have been fanning the flames by starting anything with him over the journals. Then again, Morgan tried to skip most of the journal-induced drama so she didn't have to fight the urge to thwap people into oblivion due to their stupidity. "You're both being lame about it all, you realize. She fucked up, not disputing it, but calling her a bitch in a public forum isn't exactly taking the high road you're telling yourself that you're taking by leaving her alone. Actually, it totally defeats the purpose. You could have just walked away from your computer and not responded to her at all. That would have been leaving her alone."
"She started it. And yeah, every time I mouth off at her, I get someone telling me I was wrong, and -nobody- tells her to just stop saying shit to me. She's all 'blah, blah blah, why are you mad at me,' and so I told her." Kyle shoved the container in the refrigerator, rattling a few similar containers and then sat back down in his chair, arms crossed. "I'm not saying I'm totally perfect here, but she leaves me this big emo letter, demands that I go outside to talk to her right then and there, and then when I tell her no, she can't be bothered to say anything else except to be a bitch at me. If she feels so bad, why the hell hasn't she just said she knows I'm not some psycho nut like Sabretooth?" It was obvious that Kyle hadn't gotten all of this out very often.
Wow, now we're onto who started it...this in no way resembles the third grade. "Is the bigger problem that she hasn't sought out someone who wants nothing to do with her and won't write out an apology in an e-mail, which could be said to be a cop out among other responses, or is it that you feel you've been put into the same category as someone you loathe?" It wasn't as if she knew Kyle's history with Sabertooth, in fact she'd only heard his name in relation to the attack on Garrison's car. If she knew who he was she'd likely have gone looking for him herself, but the best she could surmise was that he was a very bad man without any finer points. Sure, there was justification in being unhappy about being lumped in with him, but given it was the second time Kyle had mentioned him by name Morgan couldn't help but wonder if his main beef was that comparison.
"She doesn't want to apologize. She sent me some big emo letter like a month ago, demanded that I come outside and talk to her, and I told her no, and said I'd give her a chance to talk on my time, and she hadn't done shit since. She wants it her way, and her way only, and I'm not putting up with that. She wants to say she's sorry, she can just say it. I don't want to play her stupid games. I'm really sick of her stupid 'It's not my fault! every single time she fucks up. She calls me a dog boy, she doesn't apologize. She makes jokes about me and Forge being zombies right after we had to fight some, she doesn't apologize. I'm not dealing with this anymore. She wants to apologize, she can just apologize." Kyle wasn't even going to address the Sabretooth question. Morgan didn't know, but Laurie did. There was shit you did not say, and she'd been told over and over, you do not compare Kyle to Sabretooth.
"So when did you give her a chance on your time?" If the girl scout had sent a big, emo letter and wanted him to come out on her time and his response was that he'd give her a chance to talk on his own then the only logical question was when had she turned down that opportunity?
"She never asked me when she could. I told her to email me, and she never bothered. I checked to make sure it's not getting blocked, she hasn't sent me anything since I told her that, except her pissy comments on my journal." Kyle said, shrugging. "Look, I'm not pissed with you, and yeah, I could just ignore her when she's all sarcastic and shit at me, but I'm really tired of her poking me. She needs to suck it the hell up and apologize if she's really sorry."
Morgan shrugged. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on is all. I worry about the kid. It usually takes a lot for any person to act against character like she did last weekend. I figured it was important to her, I just wasn't sure if the fuck up or communication jam or totally pigheadedness was all on her side, all on yours or sort of spread out between the two. Now I've got a better idea."
"I'm not gonna slam the door in her face or nothing if she's trying to apologize." Kyle explained. "I'm not that kinda guy, and she should know I'm not that kinda guy. I mean, for fuck's sake, I was roommates with Forge. I still talk to Yvette, and she got me shot. It's not like I'm over here holding megagrudges against anyone that's you know, not in jail or should be." He uncrossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair, absently considering getting the leftovers back out of the fridge and taking them up to his room. This wasn't turning into the fight he thought it was going to be.
Morgan pushed away from the counter and walked over to the trash to dispose of her apple core, which was all that was left of the fruit by this point. "Guess that just leaves finding out why she's been an idiot and not apologized, then." She shrugged because what else was there to say about it? "Sorry if I ruined your 'snack.'" Could you call that much food a snack? She guessed for some people it was and if Kyle had the metabolism to go with the excessive height then he was probably in that "some people" category.
"Cause she's got her head up her butt?" Kyle offered. "And eh, I'm hungry pretty much all the time. It's not so much ruined as postponed. I'll just come down in an hour or something and re-heat it." Or order a pizza. Or make himself burgers. Or something. "It's the feral thing. Or the healing factor. I'm never sure which one, maybe both." He scratched his head, remembering something from the day that he and Laurie had gotten jumped. "Huh. If you talk Laurie into not being a buttmunch, I might need to poke her about the dino guy. I thought he'd just jumped us, but now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure I didn't see him before."
Morgan gave him a two-fingered salute. "Aye, love, I'll work on the anti-buttmunch front. No promises obviously." She shrugged with one shoulder as if to indicate helplessness in the situation. "I don't even want to know why you would have seen 'dino guy' before. This place gets weirder the more I know." She gave him another salute and wandered out of the kitchen, seemingly en route to track down her Peaches -n- Cream suitemate.
She'd been meaning to do it for days now but somehow things kept cropping up. Sometimes they were things that were necessary to complete. Sometimes they were bits of fun she had to inject into other people's lives. Sometimes she just spaced on it. However, having a bit of time combined with remembering her mission Morgan went on a hunt. Of course, she should have just checked the kitchen first. It should have been a new rule of thumb for her, always start in the kitchen.
"Hey, kid, how's it hanging?" She nodded at the object of her hunt, who was currently shoveling food into his mouth. She'd have loved to think she was just being metaphoric but Morgan was convinced if there was a shovel about Kyle would be using it.
It took a few seconds for Kyle to answer, as he'd had nearly more than a mouthful of pierogies that had to be chewed up and swallowed before he could talk. No one wanted to see a mouth full of half-chewed potato and onion. And he'd been whapped more than once for talking with his mouth full, and it was finally sinking in.
"A ton better now that finals are over." He said, indicating the Nothing accompanying him with his food. For what seemed like the first time in two weeks, he wasn't studying and eating at the same time.
"Can't say I know the pain of finals." It was what happened when you dropped out of school when you left home and got your GED years later. Morgan did, however, remember studying for the test to earn said GED and that still made her cringe a bit on the inside.
The woman grabbed an apple from the fridge and leaned against the counter. She took the time to bite into it, chew and swallow before speaking to Kyle again casually. "You know my girl scout of a roommate went and got herself trashed because you called her a bitch."
Kyle very deliberately put his fork down, and took a drink of water before he said anything. He needed the time to keep from growling, to keep from just storming out of the room. It wouldn't help, it would probably just get reported back to Laurie and make her think he was even more psycho. "Did she tell you why the hell I think she's a bitch?" The idea of Laurie getting drunk was kind of strange to him, since she'd been so preachy on the subject. "She tell you what she said to me to piss me off?"
"Nope." Morgan noted the way Kyle tensed at the topic. She didn't react, just lounged there without a care in the world and munched on her apple. "She did drunkenly blather about how she'd tried to help in a fight with a dinosaur man person and only made it worse and how she'd fucked up so badly, blah blah blah. Didn't mention anything about what she'd said to you specifically. She was already fairly drunk at this point, though. She wouldn't talk about any of it until she was."
"We got jumped by some psycho, he attacked Laurie, and I was trying to keep him off her." Kyle said. He laughed and shook his head. "Tried to help my ass. She got herself knocked out, woke up just in time to see me biting the guy on the arm because nothing else was doing shit to him, decided I was trying to -eat- him and tried to knock us both out with her powers." He shrugged and took another drink of water. "Which is totally not why I'm pissed with her. I mean, whatever, she fucked up in a fight. Everybody does that. I still do it."
"Yeah, that's the gist of what I got. Only she really was trying to help. You know, because sometimes waking up after being knocked out makes your brain fuzzy and sometimes it jumps to conclusions like 'tall and fuzzy is chewing on that man and might maim him in irreparable ways.' So trying to calm you down, knock you out, whatever would have helped if that's what was going on. You don't end up doing something you might regret, like killing someone, and the threat is neutralized. But, yeah, she fucked up her first time in a serious fight. That's not really noteworthy. Everyone does." Her head tilted to the side as she watched him. Morgan didn't spend much time around Kyle so she couldn't read his body language well beyond the generalities that tended to apply to everyone. She was studying him for future reference. "So why are you so pissed at her?"
"She said I couldn't control myself because I'm feral." Kyle said, obviously struggling to keep his voice even. "I have fangs, I have claws. I heal fast." He'd been making a point to not trim back his claws for months now except to keep them clean, and they were all the way out and impossible to miss. "I damn well can fucking control myself. I'm not Sabretooth. I'm not Logan. I don't go attacking people just because I feel like it."
"Were those her actual words or your interpretation of them?" There wasn't any edge to Morgan's voice to infer she didn't believe Laurie said it and he was overreacting. There was a neutrality to her words that did nothing but seek the truth. She tended to give Laurie a lot of credit because the kid could admit to things like being overly moral and having a stick up her ass. She also was a little protective of the girl so what she wanted to do was help if she could --and if Laurie deserved it-- or get enough information to make an informed decision to let her sink in the mess she created.
Kyle screwed up his face, trying to remember exactly what it was that Laurie had said. "It was something like her saying she was sorry that my being feral meant I was out of control, or something like that. She definitely said it pretty much straight out though." He looked at his plate still a third full of food and then stood up, taking the plate over to the counter and dumping the food into the plastic container he'd gotten it from. "It's not the kind of thing you say to a guy when you know he's got issues with that kind of thing. It's not like it's any secret or anything."
Morgan frowned at the dismissal of the rest of his food. That couldn't have been a good sign. Especially not from the way he'd been stuffing his mouth past capacity when she'd come in. She ignored the bad omen and plowed on ahead anyway. "Laurie's a stupid kid who hasn't had a lot of life experience best I can tell. She is, however, a stupid kid who knows she was wrong and fucked up majorly." It sort of explained why the kid was quite so torn up about the incident. "Has she at least apologized?"
"Nope" Kyle said, shaking his head briskly. "She sent me some email about how she wanted me to go to -her- to talk, and I don't want to talk about it. I don't want her excuses, I'm not going to -her- to beg for an apology. When you fuck up like that, if you want to apologize, you go to the person you said shit about. You don't make them come to you." He put the lid on the container, and went through the motions of reapplying a sticky label and scrawling his initials and a date on it. "Which I told her, and she hasn't bothered to say crap to me since, except to give me even more shit on the journals. I'm leaving her alone, I don't know why the hell she can't leave -me- alone."
"Go to her or meet with her at a time of your convenience?" Though Laurie really shouldn't have been fanning the flames by starting anything with him over the journals. Then again, Morgan tried to skip most of the journal-induced drama so she didn't have to fight the urge to thwap people into oblivion due to their stupidity. "You're both being lame about it all, you realize. She fucked up, not disputing it, but calling her a bitch in a public forum isn't exactly taking the high road you're telling yourself that you're taking by leaving her alone. Actually, it totally defeats the purpose. You could have just walked away from your computer and not responded to her at all. That would have been leaving her alone."
"She started it. And yeah, every time I mouth off at her, I get someone telling me I was wrong, and -nobody- tells her to just stop saying shit to me. She's all 'blah, blah blah, why are you mad at me,' and so I told her." Kyle shoved the container in the refrigerator, rattling a few similar containers and then sat back down in his chair, arms crossed. "I'm not saying I'm totally perfect here, but she leaves me this big emo letter, demands that I go outside to talk to her right then and there, and then when I tell her no, she can't be bothered to say anything else except to be a bitch at me. If she feels so bad, why the hell hasn't she just said she knows I'm not some psycho nut like Sabretooth?" It was obvious that Kyle hadn't gotten all of this out very often.
Wow, now we're onto who started it...this in no way resembles the third grade. "Is the bigger problem that she hasn't sought out someone who wants nothing to do with her and won't write out an apology in an e-mail, which could be said to be a cop out among other responses, or is it that you feel you've been put into the same category as someone you loathe?" It wasn't as if she knew Kyle's history with Sabertooth, in fact she'd only heard his name in relation to the attack on Garrison's car. If she knew who he was she'd likely have gone looking for him herself, but the best she could surmise was that he was a very bad man without any finer points. Sure, there was justification in being unhappy about being lumped in with him, but given it was the second time Kyle had mentioned him by name Morgan couldn't help but wonder if his main beef was that comparison.
"She doesn't want to apologize. She sent me some big emo letter like a month ago, demanded that I come outside and talk to her, and I told her no, and said I'd give her a chance to talk on my time, and she hadn't done shit since. She wants it her way, and her way only, and I'm not putting up with that. She wants to say she's sorry, she can just say it. I don't want to play her stupid games. I'm really sick of her stupid 'It's not my fault! every single time she fucks up. She calls me a dog boy, she doesn't apologize. She makes jokes about me and Forge being zombies right after we had to fight some, she doesn't apologize. I'm not dealing with this anymore. She wants to apologize, she can just apologize." Kyle wasn't even going to address the Sabretooth question. Morgan didn't know, but Laurie did. There was shit you did not say, and she'd been told over and over, you do not compare Kyle to Sabretooth.
"So when did you give her a chance on your time?" If the girl scout had sent a big, emo letter and wanted him to come out on her time and his response was that he'd give her a chance to talk on his own then the only logical question was when had she turned down that opportunity?
"She never asked me when she could. I told her to email me, and she never bothered. I checked to make sure it's not getting blocked, she hasn't sent me anything since I told her that, except her pissy comments on my journal." Kyle said, shrugging. "Look, I'm not pissed with you, and yeah, I could just ignore her when she's all sarcastic and shit at me, but I'm really tired of her poking me. She needs to suck it the hell up and apologize if she's really sorry."
Morgan shrugged. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on is all. I worry about the kid. It usually takes a lot for any person to act against character like she did last weekend. I figured it was important to her, I just wasn't sure if the fuck up or communication jam or totally pigheadedness was all on her side, all on yours or sort of spread out between the two. Now I've got a better idea."
"I'm not gonna slam the door in her face or nothing if she's trying to apologize." Kyle explained. "I'm not that kinda guy, and she should know I'm not that kinda guy. I mean, for fuck's sake, I was roommates with Forge. I still talk to Yvette, and she got me shot. It's not like I'm over here holding megagrudges against anyone that's you know, not in jail or should be." He uncrossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair, absently considering getting the leftovers back out of the fridge and taking them up to his room. This wasn't turning into the fight he thought it was going to be.
Morgan pushed away from the counter and walked over to the trash to dispose of her apple core, which was all that was left of the fruit by this point. "Guess that just leaves finding out why she's been an idiot and not apologized, then." She shrugged because what else was there to say about it? "Sorry if I ruined your 'snack.'" Could you call that much food a snack? She guessed for some people it was and if Kyle had the metabolism to go with the excessive height then he was probably in that "some people" category.
"Cause she's got her head up her butt?" Kyle offered. "And eh, I'm hungry pretty much all the time. It's not so much ruined as postponed. I'll just come down in an hour or something and re-heat it." Or order a pizza. Or make himself burgers. Or something. "It's the feral thing. Or the healing factor. I'm never sure which one, maybe both." He scratched his head, remembering something from the day that he and Laurie had gotten jumped. "Huh. If you talk Laurie into not being a buttmunch, I might need to poke her about the dino guy. I thought he'd just jumped us, but now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure I didn't see him before."
Morgan gave him a two-fingered salute. "Aye, love, I'll work on the anti-buttmunch front. No promises obviously." She shrugged with one shoulder as if to indicate helplessness in the situation. "I don't even want to know why you would have seen 'dino guy' before. This place gets weirder the more I know." She gave him another salute and wandered out of the kitchen, seemingly en route to track down her Peaches -n- Cream suitemate.
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