xp_logs | Yvette and Jay - visiting hours

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Jay comes by to visit, bringing distraction in the form of a magazine and talk of Hollywood hunks.

"Okay so check this, who do ya think?" he asked, folding back his magazine and setting it down in her lap. He pulled out another magazine and produced a picture of Star Trek's leading role characters. "Kirk n' Spock or Pavel n' Sulu? They're totally gay for each other in the movie, like a whole spoof could be made outta that movie. Or... Or..." he leaned over, pulling out a picture of Transformers leading characters. " or this guy - Ah dunno his name, or this one, that girl, whatsherface."

"It is depending. Are they nice people?" Yvette looked down at the pictures. Certainly the people were pretty enough. "How can you be liking someone if you do not know what kind of people they are?"

Jay seemed to find this funny and he leaned over on the side of the bed that she had made room for him and he held up the Kirk character picture, fanning it at her. "Because it ain't always about just the personality. You gotta think they're somethin' to die for, yanno? Gotta be a combination of looks n' personality."

She wrinkled her nose at him. "But I do not know anything about their personality from the picture!" she pointed out, but in a similar vein. "And when they are all so good-looking, it is hard to tell which is the best. Except for this one." She pointed to Shia LeBeouf. "He has the funny looking hair."

"Yeah Ah don't like him either," he agreed and set it aside. "See? You're already feelin' better. Process of elimination," he chuckled. "Okay so look, you ain't a lesbian as far as AH know, or like girls right? Cause this would take out whats her face, Megan Fox, the porn star?"

It had been a facet of Yvette's mutation that it was difficult to tell when she was blushing. Not so now - her face and ears went scarlet, so much so, it was almost the same colour as when her powers were active. "No!" she replied, sounding almost shocked. "I mean, I like the girls as the friends, yes, but not in that way, not at all!" To her credit, she managed to bite off the 'it wouldn't be proper', that she would have added at the end of that sentence even a year ago.

"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist. See? Settin' Megan Fox aside," he smirked and put the picture aside, replacing another one over top of it. He didn't say anything about how red she went but it was humorous to see. Finally, a real reaction.

"I think you like to be teasing me," she said, with a hint of a pout. She looked at the new picture and shrugged a little. "Too pretty. I do not like the boys who are looking prettier than I am."

"How do you know he's prettier? Maybe he's all rough and tumble when you get past the picture. Maybe he's got that personality you want?" He leaned closer as he spoke, bumping his nose into hers. "Like.. uh... who can we compare him to? Bad boy Kirk, wild n' passionate...hmmm..Maybe Scott, but he's married. Logan but he's too hairy. Jean-Paul but that's stretchin' it. He's too old. Nah, Ah think this here's more like Scott. Like a... wild Scott, huh?"

“I think he looks like the sort of person to be worried about breaking the nail,” she replied, teasing him back. “Or having his hair be messy.” A mischievous grin appeared on her face. “If we are doing the comparing to the wild person with the passion, you are forgetting someone.”

"Wild n' passionate? Who?" Jay couldn't think of anyone at the moment unless he was drawing a complete blank. He hoped she wasn't talking about Kevin because Jay was very much finished with Kevin at this point.

“You, silly Jay” she replied, enjoying the sudden panic. “And pretty as well, yes?”

"Me? Wild n' passionate?" Jay smiled. "C'mon. Ah'm borin' n' blue. Maybe miserable somewhere in there sometimes. But ya can't compare me to this guy. He's... huh.. he's a hunk."

“The hunk of what” Yvette looked puzzled. “And you are not being boring, Jay. You are one of the most interesting people I know.”

"A hunk of whatever," he shrugged. "Just a hunk. Someone good lookin'." He stretched out on his side more, crossing his legs and shifting up so he could rest his head on hand, against the elbow that leaned just behind her head. He turned the magazine page, looking for another celebrity to gawk at. "Ah ain't that interestin. Just interestin' things happen to me. Interestin' bad things," he replied and his eyes flickered up behind his bangs. "Do you think Ah'm better blue? Ah ain't seen you ever like this," he admitted.

"It is sounding like the piece of meat." Yvette screwed up her face again briefly. "The English is the strange language sometimes." She turned her face slightly to respond to his question and realised just how close he was; she dropped her gaze, blushing again - it seemed to be her default expression lately. "I am thinking you are beautiful, no matter the colour that you are," she replied. "But blue is not such a bad colour to be. It is the colour of the sky, or the forget-me-nots in the garden." One hand came up to play nervously with a long curl hanging down beside her face. "I have not looked like this since I was thirteen," she admitted. "Before I am manifesting. I had almost been forgetting what I am looking like."

"This ain't what you look like," Jay remarked, taking the curl from her hair and twisting it around his finger thoughtfully. "This here's like everyone else, pretty but Ah'd lose you in a crowd. When Ah see you like this, it's like mah brain can't make the connection that yer the same person. Lookin' like this... it's like...your song ain't finished. Like Ah got the chorus but they ain't nuttin' without the verses, yanno?"

This was like when Kevin could touch him, spending hours just relishing in the fact that they could link their fingers together without anything in between. He was sure she was experiencing the same thing, only with seeing herself again. "You ain't ever been kissed, have you?"

Now her ears were red and she shook her head, looking away. “No,” she replied. “I was being too young before, and with my mutation, it would hurt most people to do so. And I do not want to kiss someone just because their powers will let me – it is too much like wanting someone only because they are good-looking, without caring about who they are.”

"Ah don't think powers is gonna stop you. It didn't with me," Jay smiled and let her hair drop. He didn't think he had to say anymore than that. She knew who he was talking about and though he was mad at that person, the fondness in Jay's heart cancelled that anger out without him realizing. "Just wait. He'll come and when he does, you'll be so happy, you won't even know how stupid you're actin’. Ah'll make sure ah'll be there to ground you." Him grounding her? ha!

“Or to be telling me ‘I told you so’, yes?” she teased in return. There was a certain wistfulness on her face, though. “Do you really think I will be finding someone?” she asked, meeting Jay’s yellow eyes. “Almost dying… it is making me realise there is so much I have not done yet. I do not want to go through my life without knowing what love is feeling like.”

Because of the blades in his back, he couldn't roll over without the threat of them cutting into the mattress, so he stayed as he was, accustomed to being on his side. He picked up the magazine and turned it over to show Sulu of star trek though he couldn't think of the celebrity's name at the time. "One day he's gonna come crashin into you and-- " he clucked, tapping her nose with it. "--You ain't gonna know what hit you."

"Hopefully it will not be like the last time I was hit by something I did not expect, yes?" she replied, laughing and swatting at the magazine. "Or I will be needing the new heart to go with the new kidney."