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xp_logs2010-07-25 12:55 pm
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Jean-Phillipe and Yvette (BACKDATED)
Backdated to July 25th. Jean-Phillipe goes looking for Yvette once she is back from her vacation. Teasing and joking goes in a rather abruptly serious direction, and Yvette has a suggestion for Jean-Phillipe.
Jean-Phillipe whistled tunelessly and tossed an apple in the air as he wandered down the hallways. As usual, he'd been holing up in his room a bit too much, but for a change he wasn't feeling all that guilty, just an itch to get out and about and see people. One of whom had been gone on vacation, so a welcome home was just the thing.
Yvette was in the common area of her suite, stretched out on the couch reading a book, her hair in a long braid that hung over the arm of the couch to get it out of her way. She was humming to herself, something bright and poppy, and she was completely oblivious to anyone around her. Quite the change from the hyper-alert spiky girl.
It was indeed quite a change, but a welcome one to see Yvette so carefree. Jean-Phillipe leaned over the back of the couch and dropped the apple he had been carrying on Yvette's stomach with a grin. "Bonjour, petite rouge," he said. "How was your vacation?"
She squeaked and dropped her book to grab the apple that was rolling off her stomach and heading for the floor. "Hello, Jean-Phillipe!" she carolled, beaming up-side down at him. "Although, I am not so rouge any more. What is the French for "pink"?"
"Rose," Jean-Phillipe supplied, then grinned even more wickedly. "And from what I hear about Angelica's cousins, perhaps that is more appropriate now?" It amused him to tease the Albanian...well, she wasn't so much a girl anymore, now.
True to form, Yvette blushed rosy red. "Angel was just teasing me," she said, although she had a certain, pleased smile hovering around the edges of her mouth as she shifted to sitting upright. She patted the available space on the couch next to her for Jean-Phillipe to sit down. "They were just being friends, yes?"
Jean-Phillipe shook his head. "In my experience, boys acting stupid generally means something more than being friends." He waved a hand demurely. "After all, I am a boy." And he had certainly done some stupid things in his life in the name of more than being friends.
"Yes, but you are the gay boy. Which means that you do things differently, yes?" she teased back, hoping she wasn't being offensive. She didn't mean to be, but it wasn't like she was experienced in this whole boys liking boys and girls liking girls thing.
"Ah, some...things may be done differently," Jean-Phillipe said after a very pregnant pause. "But stupid transcends orientation, petite rose." He shrugged. "And in truth, boys do not have a monopoly on it, either. I think that everyone does stupid things in the name of attraction at some point in their life."
"Such as having your friends' powers taken away by a strange lady you met at the fair?" she suggested wryly, although it wasn't accompanied by a smile - the corners of her mouth turned down.
There had been bits and pieces about the depowering floating around the journals, but Jean-Phillipe still wasn't entirely sure he had the whole story straight in his mind. "I think that even I, the most militant person here at the mansion, would have been tempted in your shoes, Yvette. The ability to touch..." He trailed off and let a spark jump between his fingers. "Even my own power can be a problem at times."
"Not everyone thinks that way, Jean-Phillipe. Cammie is acting like I did some terrible thing, even though she will not make people sick now." Yvette grimaced. "But I suppose that is the problem with not asking before you do something."
"I think that Cammie is never quite so happy as when she has something to be...cranky about." Jean-Phillipe smirked. "And this is me saying so." He shrugged. "Perhaps you should have asked first, but that is past now, non?"
"That is what I have been thinking, so thank you for saying so," she replied, smiling and then taking a bite of her apple. "Are you having the good vacation, Jean-Phillipe? I do not think I have seen you since graduation."
"You know me, petite, I have my anti-social phases," Jean-Phillipe said airily. "I sit at my window and smoke and listen to music that would make my cousin roll her eyes, and so on." For someone as social as he liked to be, he still very much enjoyed privacy at times.
"You need something to do," she told him, poking him in the ribs with a grin. "You will get fat and lazy if you do not."
"Oui, maman," Jean-Phillipe replied with an answering grin. "I assume from that tone that you have something in mind?" He rather enjoyed this more assertive, playful side to Yvette.
"I have been doing the Red X field leader training - perhaps you could join also?" she suggested. "You do not seem to mind so much the helping people." It was said slyly, because she knew Jean-Phillipe tried to cultivate his bad boy persona almost as much as John. "Or..." She shook her head. "No, that is the silly idea."
"Or?" He knew that she was leaving that mysterious other suggestion out there for him to pick up on him, but damn him if he wasn't curious. "Say whatever devious thought you are having, clever girl."
"Or there is the X-Men." She shrugged a little. "But that is not your sort of thing, I do not think."
"And yet, I seem to be in those situations more and more these days," Jean-Phillipe said wryly. Between India and the attack on the graduation ceremony...
She paused in her apple-nibbling to look at him more closely. "Do you think it is something you could do?" she asked, curiously. "Because I think you would be very good at it. And they are needing more people, especially since I cannot be one any more."
Jean-Phillipe bit back the instinctive deflecting reply and gave the concept some serious thought. "It is not something I would have ever considered when I first arrived here." In fact, he'd come to the mansion with approximately the complete opposite idea in mind. "But perhaps you are right, perhaps it is something I could be good at." He grinned. "And, after all, I do look fabulous in leather pants."
She snorted at that. "You have changed in many ways, Jean-Phillipe. You are not the same person as when you came here." She poked him in the ribs before adding. "But in same ways, you are never changing, yes? You are still all about the pretty."
Jean-Phillipe tossed his hair and grinned, poking Yvette back. "Well, can you blame me?"
Jean-Phillipe whistled tunelessly and tossed an apple in the air as he wandered down the hallways. As usual, he'd been holing up in his room a bit too much, but for a change he wasn't feeling all that guilty, just an itch to get out and about and see people. One of whom had been gone on vacation, so a welcome home was just the thing.
Yvette was in the common area of her suite, stretched out on the couch reading a book, her hair in a long braid that hung over the arm of the couch to get it out of her way. She was humming to herself, something bright and poppy, and she was completely oblivious to anyone around her. Quite the change from the hyper-alert spiky girl.
It was indeed quite a change, but a welcome one to see Yvette so carefree. Jean-Phillipe leaned over the back of the couch and dropped the apple he had been carrying on Yvette's stomach with a grin. "Bonjour, petite rouge," he said. "How was your vacation?"
She squeaked and dropped her book to grab the apple that was rolling off her stomach and heading for the floor. "Hello, Jean-Phillipe!" she carolled, beaming up-side down at him. "Although, I am not so rouge any more. What is the French for "pink"?"
"Rose," Jean-Phillipe supplied, then grinned even more wickedly. "And from what I hear about Angelica's cousins, perhaps that is more appropriate now?" It amused him to tease the Albanian...well, she wasn't so much a girl anymore, now.
True to form, Yvette blushed rosy red. "Angel was just teasing me," she said, although she had a certain, pleased smile hovering around the edges of her mouth as she shifted to sitting upright. She patted the available space on the couch next to her for Jean-Phillipe to sit down. "They were just being friends, yes?"
Jean-Phillipe shook his head. "In my experience, boys acting stupid generally means something more than being friends." He waved a hand demurely. "After all, I am a boy." And he had certainly done some stupid things in his life in the name of more than being friends.
"Yes, but you are the gay boy. Which means that you do things differently, yes?" she teased back, hoping she wasn't being offensive. She didn't mean to be, but it wasn't like she was experienced in this whole boys liking boys and girls liking girls thing.
"Ah, some...things may be done differently," Jean-Phillipe said after a very pregnant pause. "But stupid transcends orientation, petite rose." He shrugged. "And in truth, boys do not have a monopoly on it, either. I think that everyone does stupid things in the name of attraction at some point in their life."
"Such as having your friends' powers taken away by a strange lady you met at the fair?" she suggested wryly, although it wasn't accompanied by a smile - the corners of her mouth turned down.
There had been bits and pieces about the depowering floating around the journals, but Jean-Phillipe still wasn't entirely sure he had the whole story straight in his mind. "I think that even I, the most militant person here at the mansion, would have been tempted in your shoes, Yvette. The ability to touch..." He trailed off and let a spark jump between his fingers. "Even my own power can be a problem at times."
"Not everyone thinks that way, Jean-Phillipe. Cammie is acting like I did some terrible thing, even though she will not make people sick now." Yvette grimaced. "But I suppose that is the problem with not asking before you do something."
"I think that Cammie is never quite so happy as when she has something to be...cranky about." Jean-Phillipe smirked. "And this is me saying so." He shrugged. "Perhaps you should have asked first, but that is past now, non?"
"That is what I have been thinking, so thank you for saying so," she replied, smiling and then taking a bite of her apple. "Are you having the good vacation, Jean-Phillipe? I do not think I have seen you since graduation."
"You know me, petite, I have my anti-social phases," Jean-Phillipe said airily. "I sit at my window and smoke and listen to music that would make my cousin roll her eyes, and so on." For someone as social as he liked to be, he still very much enjoyed privacy at times.
"You need something to do," she told him, poking him in the ribs with a grin. "You will get fat and lazy if you do not."
"Oui, maman," Jean-Phillipe replied with an answering grin. "I assume from that tone that you have something in mind?" He rather enjoyed this more assertive, playful side to Yvette.
"I have been doing the Red X field leader training - perhaps you could join also?" she suggested. "You do not seem to mind so much the helping people." It was said slyly, because she knew Jean-Phillipe tried to cultivate his bad boy persona almost as much as John. "Or..." She shook her head. "No, that is the silly idea."
"Or?" He knew that she was leaving that mysterious other suggestion out there for him to pick up on him, but damn him if he wasn't curious. "Say whatever devious thought you are having, clever girl."
"Or there is the X-Men." She shrugged a little. "But that is not your sort of thing, I do not think."
"And yet, I seem to be in those situations more and more these days," Jean-Phillipe said wryly. Between India and the attack on the graduation ceremony...
She paused in her apple-nibbling to look at him more closely. "Do you think it is something you could do?" she asked, curiously. "Because I think you would be very good at it. And they are needing more people, especially since I cannot be one any more."
Jean-Phillipe bit back the instinctive deflecting reply and gave the concept some serious thought. "It is not something I would have ever considered when I first arrived here." In fact, he'd come to the mansion with approximately the complete opposite idea in mind. "But perhaps you are right, perhaps it is something I could be good at." He grinned. "And, after all, I do look fabulous in leather pants."
She snorted at that. "You have changed in many ways, Jean-Phillipe. You are not the same person as when you came here." She poked him in the ribs before adding. "But in same ways, you are never changing, yes? You are still all about the pretty."
Jean-Phillipe tossed his hair and grinned, poking Yvette back. "Well, can you blame me?"