Angel and Jean-Paul (backdated)

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Angel heads over to Jean-Paul's suite to take him up on the offer of the couch.



A beaming Angel knocked on the door to Mr. Beaubier's suite and she resisted doing a jig in the hallway. The idea of actually having a couch on the fliers platform amused and delighted her to no end. She'd grown quite attached to the squishy couch while it had been on the roof.

Jean-Paul answered the door, seeming no little bit amused to be greeted by a young woman all but bouncing on her toes at the prospect of moving furniture.

"You are here to collect, I assume?"

Angel squealed and did, actually, bounce in place for a moment. "Oh my god yes! You so just shot up to the top list of my favorite teachers, even if you sometimes give me homework that makes my hair catch on fire because I now have a roof couch!"

"Literary education and powers training, all in one assignment. I should ask Xavier for a raise." Jean-Paul waved Angel into the suite and headed for the couch. "There she is. Felled in her prime by a misplaced Valkyrie. But at least she is going to someone who will appreciate her in her remaining days."

She glanced around curiously as she walked behind her teacher - there were a few others she'd been into their living quarters but she tried not to bother them too much when they were attempting to live a normal and separate life from the school. Angel peered around him at the couch and grinned. "I think I'm going to name her Roofie."

Jean-Paul snorted a quiet laugh and began clearing a space to the door that would allow for the couch. This mostly involved moving books --many, many books -- back to various shelves and being plaintively squeaked at by Jenner each time he walked past the cage.

"Would this be the obvious, or is there some meaning behind that that would make my hair turn white if I knew?"

"Um, obvious but now I'm totally going to have look up the other potential meanings of her name," Angel responded, looking confused for a second. Her face cleared up after a second. "But that's okay - I gave Mr. Guthrie a heart attack once by falling off the roof. That's how we learned I could fly!"

While he shuffled books to and fro, Angel paused to look at Jenner. "Is he - she? - mad or just chatty?"

"Jenner is spoiled," Jean-Paul said. "If I am up and moving around outside the cage, he sees no reason why the two of them shouldn't have the same privilege. Nevermind that the odds of them being stepped on increase tremendously if it is not time for them to be out."

Unlike most girls, Angel didn't seem to mind rodents. She grinned down into the cage and waved as the squeaks increased. "You could always get leashes for them," she suggested as she straightened. "Take them for walks, show them the sights! It's more than I can do for Mr. Bubbles Mach Three. When I was four, I learned a pretty valuable lesson that walking fish makes people cry."

She screwed up her nose. "Mainly me."

"Well, Nicodemus and Jenner are a bit hardier than that, but still..." Jean-Paul nodded at the black rat snoozing in his hammock as he shuttled over the last armful of books. "He already tries to make a break for it every few days as it is. No use giving him additional opportunities. Now then. Where are we taking this?"

Angel came back to focus. "To the roof?" she said, sounding unsure. "I got permission and everything. Um." She wiggled her fingers at him. "I know you're all fast and stuff, sir, how about lifting? I'm pretty strong when I'm on fire but then I'm on fire in your apartment, though I can go get some fire proof stuff to lay on top of it." She grinned and flexed a bit. "Though lugging this thing around shouldn't be that hard even not supped up - the guys down at the station made me pass the test to lug people out of fires, so..."

"It's less the lugging I am worried about than the lifting," Jean-Paul confessed. "Are you going to set the couch on fire when we head for the roof? We can always see if Monet is available if so."

"Probably - I wonder if we have any kind of tarp that's fireproof..." Angel grimaced. "Yeah, let's go see if we can find one of the strong people that won't set the couch on fire, you know?"

.........

Fifteen minutes (and one assist from Monet) later, the rooftop beside the fliers' platform was once more serving as host to furniture and teacher and student were taking in the view. "It is not so bad up here," the speedster admitted.

"See?" Angel grinned from next to him. "I know some stuff. And there's enough room on here, even with Roofie, that we can still use the platform for fliers. I'll have to be a little more careful but, well, I have to be anyway. Fwoosh -" She gestured to make the noise complete. "Can be a bit hard on the roof."

"Mmm. Speaking of things one should be careful with, I have been meaning to ask -- how many shots did you get of Nathan and I acting disgraceful and how many of them are online right now?"

She might have giggled, just a little bit. "It's kind of amazing how many opportunities there were to take pictures," she responded cheerfully. "I was totally not bored the entire time you guys were messing with each other. Now, as for online ... none, yet."

Angel grinned and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "The yearbook however, might just be a different story."