Jean-Paul and Johnny
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xp_logsJean-Paul and Johnny attempt to finish the last of the birthday cake.
Despite the late hour, Johnny wasn't tired yet. The day had been long and full, but he could not think of a better one or a better way to end it than sitting across the table from Jean-Paul in his suite while they finished off the last of his birthday cake. The last bite devoured, the boy leaned back in his chair, pulling his heels up to rest upon the edge of his chair and sipping at his milk and looking utterly content. He grinned sheepishly as he realized he'd beaten the speedster through their dessert by a considerable degree and piped up playfully, "Afraid it'll go to your hips?"
"I have enough trouble sleeping without stuffing myself full of cake just before bed." Jean-Paul turned a lazy eye to the clock over the stove. "Long after I should have been in bed, actually. I have classes to teach tomorrow. Today."
"Yeah. I guess I have class too," Johnny offered, smiling through his light-hearted sympathy and his teacher's grumblings that he couldn't take entirely seriously. The man had suggested the midnight showing, after all. And besides, the day had been too much fun to worry too much about school. Even if it did start in five hours. He took another swallow of milk. "I promise not to fall asleep in yours?"
"So kind." Jean-Paul laughed softly and pushed the cake across the table to Johnny. "Here, you finish it off. And I suppose I can officially wish you a happy birthday now."
Johnny examined the cake and his glass of milk, a little less than half full, considering. Finally, he smiled and shook his head, "You can have it tomorrow. I think if I have any more cake today, I'll end up diabetic or something." The man's last words coaxed a softness into his features and he nodded in confirmation. "...Thanks, Mr. Beaubier."
Jean-Paul considered the boy from his seat. He looked happy, the doubts of his family life far from his mind. They would have to be faced, of course, but there had been at least the day for the respite, and whatever doubts Johnny had about his flesh and blood, he knew that he had friends who cared for him. That was all he'd hoped for.
"My pleasure, Johnny."
Despite the late hour, Johnny wasn't tired yet. The day had been long and full, but he could not think of a better one or a better way to end it than sitting across the table from Jean-Paul in his suite while they finished off the last of his birthday cake. The last bite devoured, the boy leaned back in his chair, pulling his heels up to rest upon the edge of his chair and sipping at his milk and looking utterly content. He grinned sheepishly as he realized he'd beaten the speedster through their dessert by a considerable degree and piped up playfully, "Afraid it'll go to your hips?"
"I have enough trouble sleeping without stuffing myself full of cake just before bed." Jean-Paul turned a lazy eye to the clock over the stove. "Long after I should have been in bed, actually. I have classes to teach tomorrow. Today."
"Yeah. I guess I have class too," Johnny offered, smiling through his light-hearted sympathy and his teacher's grumblings that he couldn't take entirely seriously. The man had suggested the midnight showing, after all. And besides, the day had been too much fun to worry too much about school. Even if it did start in five hours. He took another swallow of milk. "I promise not to fall asleep in yours?"
"So kind." Jean-Paul laughed softly and pushed the cake across the table to Johnny. "Here, you finish it off. And I suppose I can officially wish you a happy birthday now."
Johnny examined the cake and his glass of milk, a little less than half full, considering. Finally, he smiled and shook his head, "You can have it tomorrow. I think if I have any more cake today, I'll end up diabetic or something." The man's last words coaxed a softness into his features and he nodded in confirmation. "...Thanks, Mr. Beaubier."
Jean-Paul considered the boy from his seat. He looked happy, the doubts of his family life far from his mind. They would have to be faced, of course, but there had been at least the day for the respite, and whatever doubts Johnny had about his flesh and blood, he knew that he had friends who cared for him. That was all he'd hoped for.
"My pleasure, Johnny."
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