Kyle and Jay, and rabbits

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It's something like a reconciliation, when one newly-aggressive winged mutant gives an equally aggressive feral mutant a rabbit, right?



Catching the wind beneath his wings, he hoovered, watching carefully beneath him. The blood that coursed through his veins quickened to the height of a hunt and he judged the distance and how narrowly he could avoid tree limbs without breaking a limb himself.

Tucking his wings sharply into his body, he spiraled into a dive that pulled up at the last second, thumping down on the rabbit that crunched and shrieked under his grasp, snapping the neck in one clean break. It only took him another moment to realize that he wasn't alone and stood up with a firm grip around the limp body.

Kyle had been lounging in the branches of a tree with a book, a small pile of sandwiches and a thermos of soup, and had ignored all but the soup when he'd heard the low whistle of metal wings in high-speed flight. He'd briefly considered bolting, not wanting to get stabbed again, and talked himself out of it. "Run once, and you'll keep running." he'd thought.

Looking down at Jay from his branch, he shoved the thermos and bag of sandwiches into the tight gap between two other branches and climbed down - slowly. "That's going to bleed every-the-fuck-where if you're not careful." He explained. There was no way Jay couldn't remember the mess Kyle had made the first time he'd tried to skin and dress a rabbit.

"Ah caught it for you," he said, throwing the body to land at Kyle's feet. His wings curved and bent in a flex before he put them away, knowing Kyle was weary to be here with him. He owed him an apology but words failed where actions prevailed. "Tastes like chicken," he shrugged.

Kyle picked the rabbit up by it's hind legs and poked at it with a claw. "Tastes like rabbit." he corrected. "Chicken's totally different. Your taste buds are broke." He ignored the obvious taunting, he was not going to let Jay start a fight. He had better control than that. And if he kept on telling himself that, he'd buy it. "You know I am gonna eat this, right? I mean, not right here, dude, I have sammiches, but I don't waste food."

Jay's wings shifted in, folded up and for once, he was not even looking for a fight, except an apology. "Ah know," he said. "Ah lived with you long enough to know what you eat and don't. Or did you forget that?" he wiped the little blood off onto the thighs of his jeans, resisting the impulse to lick it off. His own self control was in check now, subtle and though his posture was not submissive, it wasn't domineering either.

"Just making sure that going blue and a little crazy didn't like, I dunno, wipe your memories or anything." Although if it -had-, some things would be a hell of a lot less awkward. Like that Jay was his -ex-. With his free hand, Kyle reached into his jacket and pulled out a plastic grocery bag that had once held his sandwiches. It was simple enough to wrap up the rabbit so it wouldn't bleed on the floorand he could just come back for the samdwiches later. "So, rabbit andveggie soup, or what? Cause I'm totally obliged to drop half this off at your place, since you went to all the trouble of getting it." Still ignoring the obvious, that was Kyle entire strategy. Don't talk about it, it won't be a problem.

"Well," Jay started and walked over to Kyle to relieve him of some of his burden. "If you're gonna feed me, then Ah ain't gonna be picky." They were still awkward as far as he could tell, but for once, more than happy to ignore the last few weeks.

"If I'm gonna feed you, you're gonna help me chop stuff." Kyle said. "Besides, if you're gonna keep hunting rabbits, someone's gonna have to show you how to clean them, and it might as well be me."