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xp_logsIllyana settles things between herself and Jake.
WARNING: Contains graphic description of cake death.
Illyana tilted her head, listening for the telltale sign of footsteps and weighing the projectile in her hand thoughtfully. Good weight, she thought absently. Not bad for a twenty-minute sojourn into Alphabet City.
Perhaps this was going to backfire, but either way, it'd be fun.
Hearing the footsteps, she glanced at the reflection to ensure that it was her target and not her boss close to rounding the target. She stood up quietly, took a step out, and, before he could react, smushed the huge piece of chocolate cake in her hand directly into Jake's face.
"I forgive you," she said magnanimously, "but you have to buy me new cake since the one that one came from is ruined."
Jake spluttered--or, well, he would have, if it weren't for the inch of cake and frosting on his face. Did she just--He wiped his eyes free to look at Illyana, who had her usual superior "my GOD, you're an idiot" expression on her face, but didn't appear to be cocking back a fist to punch him. Which was good.
"Two teenaged girls getting the drop on me in three days," he said dryly, licking the fingers of one hand clean--and ooh, it was very good cake. "What will the neighbors say?" He glanced at the fingers of his other hand, the ones he hadn't licked clean yet, and then gave 'Yana a thoughtful look before smearing chocolate on her nose.
"Hey!" Illyana wrinkled her nose and swiped at it with a finger. "The stupid neighbours are already complaining about security measures, like someone got the drop on Mr. Wisdom instead of you. God, I wish everyone we knew would be kidnapped for a couple of weeks."
Jake continued to wipe cake from his face and eat it off of his fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I really hate to agree with you, but...yeah. You know, I think I have a couple of guys on speed dial who we could probably pay to kidnap people?" He gave his frosting-smeared finger an appreciative look. "This is really good cake. Thanks for not hitting me with something cheap."
"You can't forgive someone with bad cake," Illyana replied, affronted. "That's just bad manners." She paused. "Also, you now have to buy me good cake. Let's go." Never one to be stopped by logic, she beckoned to him with one hand.
"Can I wipe my face off first, or do you feel the need to parade me around Manhattan while I'm still covered in cake?" He'd noticed that she said she forgave him, but he wasn't going to push it--a cake to the face was far preferable to a punch to the nose, after all.
"Oh, fine, go make yourself presentable if you must," Illyana sighed, wiping the rest of the cake off her nose with the back of her hand. "Just don't think about inviting Jubilee along the way. She's grounded."
"It shouldn't take me long--I've eaten most of it at this point," he said, licking another fingerful clean. "And noted."
WARNING: Contains graphic description of cake death.
Illyana tilted her head, listening for the telltale sign of footsteps and weighing the projectile in her hand thoughtfully. Good weight, she thought absently. Not bad for a twenty-minute sojourn into Alphabet City.
Perhaps this was going to backfire, but either way, it'd be fun.
Hearing the footsteps, she glanced at the reflection to ensure that it was her target and not her boss close to rounding the target. She stood up quietly, took a step out, and, before he could react, smushed the huge piece of chocolate cake in her hand directly into Jake's face.
"I forgive you," she said magnanimously, "but you have to buy me new cake since the one that one came from is ruined."
Jake spluttered--or, well, he would have, if it weren't for the inch of cake and frosting on his face. Did she just--He wiped his eyes free to look at Illyana, who had her usual superior "my GOD, you're an idiot" expression on her face, but didn't appear to be cocking back a fist to punch him. Which was good.
"Two teenaged girls getting the drop on me in three days," he said dryly, licking the fingers of one hand clean--and ooh, it was very good cake. "What will the neighbors say?" He glanced at the fingers of his other hand, the ones he hadn't licked clean yet, and then gave 'Yana a thoughtful look before smearing chocolate on her nose.
"Hey!" Illyana wrinkled her nose and swiped at it with a finger. "The stupid neighbours are already complaining about security measures, like someone got the drop on Mr. Wisdom instead of you. God, I wish everyone we knew would be kidnapped for a couple of weeks."
Jake continued to wipe cake from his face and eat it off of his fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I really hate to agree with you, but...yeah. You know, I think I have a couple of guys on speed dial who we could probably pay to kidnap people?" He gave his frosting-smeared finger an appreciative look. "This is really good cake. Thanks for not hitting me with something cheap."
"You can't forgive someone with bad cake," Illyana replied, affronted. "That's just bad manners." She paused. "Also, you now have to buy me good cake. Let's go." Never one to be stopped by logic, she beckoned to him with one hand.
"Can I wipe my face off first, or do you feel the need to parade me around Manhattan while I'm still covered in cake?" He'd noticed that she said she forgave him, but he wasn't going to push it--a cake to the face was far preferable to a punch to the nose, after all.
"Oh, fine, go make yourself presentable if you must," Illyana sighed, wiping the rest of the cake off her nose with the back of her hand. "Just don't think about inviting Jubilee along the way. She's grounded."
"It shouldn't take me long--I've eaten most of it at this point," he said, licking another fingerful clean. "And noted."
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