xp_logs | Kevin & Angel | Friday afternoon

Kevin gets pounced by Angel on the street and appropriated for lunch.

In preparation for a class he was taking in the spring Kevin was already wandering around the city to take notes on sculptures thanks to the suggestion by the teacher who was the reason he was taking classes at all. Scholastic enjoyment, who knew that was even possible? Kevin had already covered the galleries, but he wanted to find large pieces which meant he'd likely have to poke about in the cavernous lobbies of hotels and office buildings or go through the park and that sort of thing. The wind kept blowing his hood off and Kevin kept pulling it back on even though his beanie had him covered. Still, it was annoying when the only thing that was getting cold from the breeze was his neck.

Until warmer than normal arms snaked around his shoulders as a body slammed against his, someone scrambling to get into place for a piggyback ride. All while being careful to not touch any exposed skin. “Where you taking me for lunch?” Angel asked, grinning around his shoulder as Kevin staggered for balance. She’d been visiting Paul and his family in the city before heading to do some shopping when she’d spotted Kevin across the street. And, like always, had decided to act first and then think.

As long as Kevin didn’t start screaming like a little girl, she figured it was all good.

There was definitely that moment of panic. Someone was touching him. No, someone was climbing him. That word put entirely different images in his head that weren't applicable to the situation or in any way helpful. The stumbling kept him from reacting since faceplanting on the sidewalk really wasn't going to help the situation. In fact, it'd probably put skin in contact with his face which would make it a whole lot worse. But then he realized there wasn't any contact with his skin and that was when the voice registered.

Kevin turned his head carefully and found Angel there, beaming at him. His eyes narrowed at her, the expression playful despite his best efforts to make it more serious. "You!" He pointed a gloved finger at her that nearly brushed the tip of her nose. "You're trouble. All the time. Ain't ya?" Yet when his hand dropped his arms hooked around her legs and he hitched her up higher on his back. What else was he going to do? She was cute and actually bodily attached to him. Who would be stupid enough to kick her off? Gay guys, that's who.

Angel attempted to appear innocent but it only lasted a few seconds before she broke into giggles, pillowing her head on his shoulder. “Well. D’uh. I mean, I don’t normally go about accosting guys on the sidewalk but I figured you were totally special case.” She grinned at him, grateful she’d worn jeans or it would have gotten real awkward real fast. “What are you doin’ in the city today? It’s not like you to try out that ‘fresh air’ people talk about all the time.”

Somehow, she managed to make the quotation marks in the air without losing much of her grip on his shoulders.

"Lookin' at other people's art and takin' notes on how much it sucks or why it doesn't or what would have made it more effective than it is. That sorta thing. Read: Homework. Why're you here? Who let you out without a leash?" Also possibly another image he didn't really need in his head right now. Thanks brain, Ah see who's side your on. He shook his head just a little and then headed off in a random direction. The girl had demanded lunch and he had no idea where he was finding lunch but it had to be hiding somewhere nearish, right?

Being that it was New York City, the two of them didn’t garner many odd looks as Kevin ambled down the sidewalk with Angel clinging onto his back like a redheaded monkey. “Ha hah, you’ve got homework!” she teased, ignoring the fact that she totally did, too. “Pfft, no leash for me! It’s hard to keep a flyer going places, you know?” Not that she ever went without telling someone but still. “I was visiting Paul – my friend at the firefighting station – and his awesome family for breakfast this morning and then I was going to go check out some camera stores to spend some totally nonhard earned money my grandmom sent me.”

"Ah dunno, you could be cute with a leash. Little collar. Flying 'round overhead." Again, not the mental image he really needed. "Should Ah be hie-ing you off to a camera store then? If you know where one is. 'Cause it's only fair if you had a purpose before you decided to practice your amazin' flying monkey skill. Impressive, by the way. Very monkey-like. Just don't start trying to groom me or somethin'."

“Dude, no comparing me to a monkey – they’re, like, completely evil and a half. Small evil creatures with human like hands.” Angel shuddered against his back as she remembered the few encounters with the awful creatures that she’d had. “I’m totally a handful but I’m not evil! And, nah, I can play with the shinies later. I’d totally rather eat and hang out with you while you buy me lunch since I haven’t seen much of you lately. And you’d get bored silly in my favorite shops – worse than clothes shopping, I think.”

The word "shopping" made Kevin shudder visibly and instantly. "Ah can deal with cameras, but Ah'm not gonna argue against not bein' dragged shopping, even if it's camera shopping." Angel moved up several rungs on the girl ladder just for choosing food and hanging over torturing him when he'd been polite enough to offer to endure it. "So, food cravings? As in what kind?"

She thought about it for a moment, kind of disturbed by the fact that Kevin smelled pretty nice. "Oh! I know, there's an awesome little pizza place like four blocks from here. The guys at the station take me there all the time, so they totally know me and how much I can eat in one sitting." Carefully balancing more of her upper body weight on his shoulders, Angel stretched her arms way out to either side. "Seriously, the pizza's like that freakin' big, dude."

Kevin looked from one hand to the other, careful that the motion didn't get his hood caught on her behind him and pulled off. "Angel, that thing's as big as you are. Seriously. How can you consume it all? Ah get the whole metabolism of doom and all, but still. That's like your body weight in pizza." It was sort of impressive to watch her eat some days. She just kept going and going and going. So tiny but somehow all that food fit inside of her. It was a clown car at a circus, only girl-versioned. "Alright, so four blocks in what direction?" He was so easy. He knew he was easy. Kevin was pretty sure he should make it less obvious to the hungry teenage girl masses that he was this easy, though.

She squealed in his ear and pointed in the direction they were heading. "Hi ho, silver!" Angel cheered.