Kyle and Vic, upside-down climbing antics.

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Backdated to August 9, way before my hiatus. Kyle and Victor meet while Kyle is climbing down and Victor is climbing up, and they discuss settling in, the abundance of weird donuts and the mini-squid.



Kyle's mind was so on the eating-a-fly thing lately. Not all the time, just when it seemed like it might happen like when occupied in hanging by one clawed foot from a overhang while tightening a loose bolt on the whatever the hell thing Forge said it was, perimeter scanner something or other with both hands and holding the extra bolt between his teeth. His mouth was open, a fly could go right in at any time! He really wished he hadn't even remembered the whole fly incident.

It was only appropriate that once he was done and climbing back down that he caught the flash of green going up. "Dude, if I'd known you were gonna be here, I'd have gotten you to hold the bolts!" He called.

Vic paused, not sure if he was in trouble for climbing on the outside of the school--he hadn't actually asked permission, after all--and looked over at the guy hanging off of the side of the building. Well, Mr. Beaubier had been right--he wasn't the only wall-crawler here. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that. Regardless, there was no reason to be rude; it's not like he could run and hope to pin the blame on the other green guy. "Sorry?" he hazarded as he approached. This was the fix-er-upper guy, and for the life of him, Vic couldn't remember the guy's name.

"Eh, it's all good. I just had that, you know, like post traumatic fly eating flashback or whatever." Kyle was grinning, obviously amused with himself and seemingly entirely comfortable upside down clinging to the wall. "I'm just messing with you. Forge totally imposed on me to fix a thing that needed both hands. It's Forge, he's, you know. Forge." As if that explained anything.

"You should get that looked at," Victor replied seriously. "I hear PTFEF can be disastrous if left untreated." He smiled then. "So I guess I'm not the only guy around here that can climb walls?"

"Nope. And Kurt does it too. Better than me, he's like got velcro hands. I just have kung-fu grip." Kyle detached one hand from the window ledge and showed the claws before returning to the clinging. "Dori does too sometimes, but mostly trees and Yvette probably could but she'd probably cause property damage and ... wow, so yeah, blood to the head, whoosh." Which was easy enough to fix with a casual flip down to a lower window ledge. "As long as nothing gets broken, tiles don't come off the roof, and you don't go turfing yourself, it's a pretty okay thing to do here. It's like, I dunno, pick-up basketball or something."

He grinned. "That's good. I'm pretty good at not falling." When not surprised by wayward roommates, that was. He held up a hand, careful to keep all of his other fingers and toes firmly attached to the brick. "Mine's sticky. I've pretty much been climbing the walls all of my life, so, yeah. I promise not to take a header off of the side of the building." He indicated the roof with a tilt of his head. "Someone mentioned that there's a couch up there?"

Kyle nodded. "Angel's couch of um, I forgot what she called it. But yeah, it's the roofcouch. It's pretty comfy, you just gotta remember to put the tarp back so it doesn't get rained on." It occurred to Kyle that maybe it needed a sign or a canopy or something. A canopy would be pretty awesome. "She might try to tell you there's a one donut fee but she's full of it. Also, climber to fellow climber, don't eat any donuts she gives you if they're purple."

Vic digested all of this, his nose wrinkling at the last. "Purple donuts? Does this have anything to do with the Cheetos donut someone mentioned the other day?"

"That was totally me. And yeah, same place. There's this place over by Westchester U that does organic donuts and a freaky flavor of the week. Couple of weeks ago was cheetos and pepsi. It was, uh... yeah, no." Kyle made a face. "The purple ones were some tropical yam. They were worse."

"Ewwwww." He made a face, his tongue flicking out to chest-level briefly before disappearing again. "Yam donuts? I mean, I imagine the Pepsi donuts taste like, well, fried Pepsi, like they have at the Fair. But yam sounds gross."

"Whoa!" Kyle's urge to swat at the flickering tongue was there and gone as fast as it popped out. "Man, no wonder you were like "I don't eat bugs.". And yeah, it was pretty ass. It was cheetos and pepsi together in the donut. Which was also ass." He had maneuvered himself to sit more securly right-side up in as he talked, in the interest of avoiding any more blood rushing to his head. "You win some, you lose some. But they're mutant friendly and vegetarian friendly and pretty much everything friendly down there. So we put up with the WTF donuts."

"Do they at least have normal donuts?" he asked, shifting his grip. "And people have asked. I figured I'd get it out of the way," Vic said, letting his tongue flick just past his teeth.

"Yep. Pretty good ones. Organic and no like, artificial whatever. I think they're like, hippies or something, because they're sure as not vegetarians. Not with a bacon donut four times a year." Kyle liked that bacon donut way more than he had any right to. "Oh, I should be all responsible and stuff. You're settled in okay and all that?"

Clearly, there were going to be strange donuts in his future. Vic nodded at Kyle's question. "Yeah, I think so. It's still a little weird, but I'm getting used to it."

"Good. It's a pretty good place, even if it's pretty damn weird. I mean, superhero teachers, big plane under the basketball court, total rainbow effect between skin and hair colors. It takes some getting used to." Not that Kyle would have changed it for the world, but a couple of semesters of college and he was very aware that nobody else in the world had been to a school like he had.

"Definitely different, yeah. But that's okay. It's nice not being the one who stands out in a crowd for a change. I mean, I'm still the only green one, but people don't really get very bent out of shape about that here." Vic shrugged. "Even the wall-crawling isn't a big deal."

"Dude, we're so high on the weird-o-meter that I'm not sure what would really set people off. Maybe like, tentacles. An Octopus kid, that might get people to be like "whoa, dude, weird." Kyle said, half to himself and half to Vic. "Maybe not though. I mean, Catseye has that minisquid toy, and nobody blinks at that at all anymore."

Vic blinked at that. "Minisquid?"

"I dunno how to explain that. I think I might have to show you..." Kyle said after a moment of pause. "I mean, I can -say- robot squid covered in pink plush and velcro but it sorta has to be seen to be believed...."