Kyle and Angel, and the roofcouch

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Backdated to April 27. The afternoon that the roofcouch first appears, Angel and Kyle spend the afternoon lounging with donuts, and chit-chatting about the X-Men, rounding up a posse and mole-flavored donuts.



Because of Nate's comment, Kyle knew exactly what was up. Not that he was going to help, and not that he wasn't going to damn well enjoy it. Seeing a flash of bright red hair and the sun reflecting off a camera lens from the sofa that had been plopped right in the middle of the flyers' platform meant his afternoon of lounging with a book was quickly turned into 'lounging with a book and a box of donuts'. Besides, he'd collected his weekly box from Count Donutulas, and the flavor-of-the-week was one he couldn't eat. Hell, he only knew what it was because of Julio explaining that, no, you idiot, mole wasn't a sauce made from tiny garden rodents.

Box of donuts and book in his backpack, Kyle went out his window, swinging himself up onto the roof easily and padded over to the sofa. It hadn't included a fuzzy blanket, a cooler or a tripod when he'd seen it last or a giggling Angelica Jones. "Yo, donuts!"

"Yo yourself!" Angel called back from where she was sprawled on the couch. It was incredibly comfortable and, after her initial 'What the hell is on my platform?' reaction, she'd taken incredible joy at taking full advantage of the surprise. "Someone's supplying me with furniture! And now donuts. Man, today rocks."

She sat up lazily and stretched carefully so as to not knock off the tripod and camera; she'd kill herself if several hundred dollars of equipment ended up squashed. Plus, the pictures of all the furniture on the roof and various locations were priceless.

"I got an idea of who put it here, but I'm not gonna rat him out. Not hard to figure out though." Kyle plopped himself on the other end of the sofa, and pulled the box of donuts out. "Can't eat the weird one, so it's all yours. It's mole-flavored." He pronounced the word mole like the rodent, which was very wrong, but also very funny, at least in Kyle's head.

Angel hesitated for a moment. After all, Count Donutulas was known for its really weird flavors and she wouldn't really put it past them to put actual mole in there. But she only hesitated for a moment because she would have tried rodent flavored donut if it was there. "Spices!" she cheered through a mouthful - she'd become something of a heat junkie since her powers had kicked in because it was the one type of heat she could still feel.

She swallowed and grinned. "Sounds like the adults are behaving like giant three year olds - it's awesome!"

"And chocolate. So freakin' weird." Kyle had no idea what it tasted like, and wasn't sure he wanted to know. "So not moles, but mo-lay, and you know, with the head-fake. They had a little mole drawn on the board today, but he was holding peppers and a chocolate bar." He really really wondered about the guys at Count Donutula's sometimes and how they came up with some of the weird-ass flavors. "I know. They totally are. It's awesome. I'm waiting for, like, retribution, because you know it's gonna be epic."

"I want a little mole holding peppers and a chocolate bar," Angel groused before finishing off her donut and sending it into the food grave yard that was her stomach. She leaned back, looking satisfied for the moment, and adjusted her sunglasses. "What do you think they'll do next? And do you think I could persuade whoever owns this couch to leave it here? It adds something to the fliers deck."

"I'm pretty sure Sam's gonna want it cleared off before flight class." Kyle said, not all too happily. He was NOT moving the damn thing. Nate could, he'd put it there. "Maybe we can put a big comfy arm chair up here for you or something. Or talk Nate into moving it to the tree house. That'd rock pretty hard." He ate half of what he thought was a blueberry donut, examined it and then shrugged. "Blueberry-lemon. I thought I kept smelling lemons."

Angel's eyes narrowed. "This was Mr. Dayspring?!" she sputtered, staring around at the furniture with a new found sense of ... something. "Well, at least he was able to move it around with that big funky brain of his, I suppose. No heavy lifting there. "Did they put something in his coffee? I mean, I've heard rumors and tales by the fire kind of thing about his wife's coffee but this? This is special."

"I think Nate put it here, but I'm pretty sure it's not his sofa. Not sure about the coffee, but Doc Moira's not here right now, so I dunno. Maybe he got Forge's coffee gun shot at him?" Kyle said, shrugging. He took another bite of donut, still not sure if he liked it or not and then handed the rest to Angel. "Eat this, is it kinda weird to you? I dunno if I dig blueberry and lemon together or not."

Obligingly, Angel tried it. And promptly made the yucky face. "Oh god, that's gross! Not as gross as some of their others but those flavors should never meet! It's like blueberry and lemon had a child in an alley somewhere. Dude, are we on this place list of testers yet?"

She eyed the rest of it and put it in the box, away from where it could harm the other donuts. "If Mr. Dayspring starts giggling manically, I'm so out of here."

"And what's weird is that we made blueberry lemon muffins in cooking class once and that wasn't bad. But it's like, so bad in a donut. Double-U Tee Eff?" Kyle decided to clear his mouth of the weird donut flavor with a perfectly normal cream filled one, and devoured it aggressively. "We are, sorta. That's why I got the mole one." Back to pronouncing it improperly. It was funnier that way. "as number thirteen. No charge, they didn't take it off my hundred-and-twenty-pounds-of-donuts."

The immediate answer was a slight whirr and then a click as Angel took a picture of the two of them on their ill gotten gain of a couch. "That's awesome; no wonder we're repeat buyers. By the time I get old enough to buy stock, remind me to buy their stock. We're at least keeping them in business."

"Dude, they're like a small company. I dunno if they even have stock. And speaking of you and age." Kyle leaned back on his end of the transplanted sofa, picked up another donut and puled it apart. "You ever talk to Mr. Summers about the X-thing? What's up with that."

Angel nodded as she fiddled with the camera. "Actually, yeah," she said, gnawing on her lip. "I've talked to him and my dad - I just need to talk to the Professor, now. And, well, Julian. That whole boyfriend thing and all."

"Tell him you'll get to wear tight leather pants. That'll totally sell him on it." Angel in tight leather pants was a selling point for Kyle, and he wasn't even dating her. If he was being honest, the pants were more of a selling point because he wasn't dating her. If he was dating her, he might need to feel like reminding everyone not to look at her ass. Which reminded Kyle, he hadn't actually threatened Julian with gross bodily harm if he ever hurt or upset Angel and he really probably should do that. Just so everything was clear.

Angel peered cautiously over the top of her camera. "You've got that 'I'm not really your older brother but I'm a good stand in look'," she sighed, tossing donut crumbs at his head. "But, yeah, I think the leather pants are going to be a huge selling point. And, dude, besides! Before we started dating I was all throwing myself into fires and stuff. That was on fire."

Kyle caught the largest crumb in his mouth - more like a tiny donut piece rather than a crumb. "Also, I mean, what's he gonna do, tell you no, don't go save the world? And then everyone tells him he's a butthead. And then I do drop him in a septic tank instead of just threatening to. you know, if he ever hurts you. Because, hey."

Angel good naturedly rolled her eyes at him. "Are you going to get a posse up and tell him that?" she asked, sounding amused as she finished messing with the camera. Stretching, she flopped back down on the couch with a slight bounce. "Because if you are, let me know and I'll bring popcorn."

"Make it kettle corn and lemee share and I totally will just for that." Because Angel-popped kettle corn was just so damn good. "Do you want comedy posse or actual scary posse. Because I could totes ask like, Nate, or I could ask... I dunno, Garrison or something. Or Forge. That'd be pretty funny. Ooh, or I could get Catseye to do it, that'd be hilarious." The idea of Catseye threatening Julian was enough to make Kyle laugh through a mouthful of donut.

Angel's eyes lit up at the very thought of Catseye threatening her boyfriend. For as much as she liked Julian, she liked amusing things, too. And nothing was funnier than the idea of Catseye stalking Julian. Though the bigcat form might be a little much. "If you got enough meat bribes, she'd totally do it," she giggled. "If you get a posse up, I totally get to video tape it."

Kyle was practically bouncing on his end of the roofcouch. "Okay, but you gotta figure out what's the what with this team thing if I ask Catseye to be my threatening Julian posse." He reached into the box and dug around, finally coming up with... air. "Dude, we're out of donuts. How did we eat so many donuts so fast?" This was serious donut fail. When did they eat the icky lemon-blueberry one?

A hand clamped over his wrist and gave a quick tug. "Duh, it's because it's us. Come on, let's go get us some more donut shaped grub. And while we're out it, let's discuss this plan to scare the daylights out of my boyfriend - and, ooh, maybe I could come to the rescue!"

Kyle fake-tugged his arm back, not pulling enough to break Angel's grip. "You set me on fire, your underwear is going on the flagpole." He did a quick check to make sure he couldn't hear anyone walking by and then let Angel pull him off the roof. His weight plus gravity would mean she'd probably lose him before she got too far, but he'd land on his feet. It was only a four story drop, it'd be fine.

"First stop, ground, next stop donuts!"