Amanda & Wade | Tuesday Morning

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Wade gets up and heads for the kitchen, only to find it occupied.


Wade pulled on a t-shirt, rubbing at the back of his head while simultaneously scratching his stomach. He suppressed a yawn as he opened Marie-Ange's door and walked barefoot toward the kitchen. A late, late night didn't mean he could suppress his body's natural inclination to wake up ridiculously early. Thus, he found himself conscious and in need of sustenance.

What he hadn't possibly expected was a blonde witch sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper with a mug of tea steaming beside her elbow. Amanda was obviously just up herself, wearing a man's shirt that could only have come from Angelo, her hair in a messy braid down her back.

"Morning," she said, as if the sight of half-naked mercenaries in her kitchen was a common one. "Coffee's on." she paused, and looked over the paper. "Nice boxers."

Pausing, Wade stopped scratching his stomach, squinted a little, then headed for the cereal in the cabinet. "Nice shirt," he said, smiling a little. "I really like the toucan on the sleeve there. And the glaring, red-yellow flower thing that it's got going on." He looked down at his boxers and their orange smiley-faces, then grabbed a bowl and the milk from the fridge. "You're lucky it's too early for me to start singing. Or I would."

Amanda winced. "Thanks for small favors, then," she said. "If what I was getting over the comms in Russia was you singing. Forget the nuked city, -that- was making me sick."

"No love for artistic integrity," Wade muttered, rummaging around in the drawers until he found a spoon. Deciding to sit at the table, he skipped the coffee and settled in the seat across from her. "My voice is not like radiation poisoning, blondie."

Out of politeness (and because she actually liked talking to Wade) Amanda laid her paper aside, picking up her mug and wrapping her hands around it. "Well, I can't deny it worked. What the hell made you decide to sing at her?"

"Needed to throw her off her game," Wade said, shrugging. "Not much more that's that far out of the ordinary for a situation than a dude you're pretty sure's coming to kill you singing 'In Your Eyes' instead. Also, misdirection. If she thought I still had the phone, then she wouldn't expect me to come at her from the side after I left it where I left it. Course, she sort of smashed it to bits..." He took a bite of cereal and chewed contemplatively. "I should download that ringtone again."

"Well, you know your stuff, that's for sure, horrible taste in music and all," Amanda said, teasing. "Did we comp you a new phone? 'Cause we totally should have."

"I've got like eight," Wade said, giving Amanda a half-grin before chomping down a few more bites of cereal. It was imperative to eat as much of it as possible before it got soggy and gross. "No need to comp it. I was doing a favor for friends, see? Maybe next time I run into trouble in Frankfurt I won't have to hotwire a getaway car, I can just call one of you for a convenient extraction or something. Friends help friends out. It's a nice little circle."

"And you can't beat Emma's jet for the luxurious getaway," Amanda added. "Still, I'll talk to Doug. His phones tend to be more than meets the eye. And it'll be a secure line for those extraction calls."

"Okay," Wade said, shrugging amicably. "I'll never turn down a secure line. Those are hard to come by sometimes. Burner phones are easy, though." Finishing off his cereal in two more rather large bites, Wade sat back in the chair and nodded toward the paper. "Anything interesting going on?"

"Nah. Just the usual anti-mutant shite from the Right and the platitudes from the Left." Amanda sipped at her tea, cupping her hands around her mug. "Fire, famine and earthquakes in the Third World, and apparently the cops had to pepper spray a six year old who brought a gun to school." The witch shrugged. "There's some interesting stuff coming out of the phone hacking the News of the World was doing - talk of "what if they'd been using mutants?", that sort of thing." She paused, and then added. "There was something interesting a while ago, in the German papers. Prison riot, two former freak show owners dead."

"Yeah? I think your brother showed me those," Wade said, everything about him expressing nothing more than mild interest and complete relaxation. "Prison riots - nasty things, or so I've heard."

"Especially for people who like to hurt little girls," Amanda replied in much the same tone. "And who have horribly over-protective big sisters. I'd imagine that girl's family would appreciate the fact they don't have to take care of things themselves now."

"Mm..." Wade nodded. "Makes sense, I guess. They say prison's an awful place for people who hurt kids. At least in the States. I don't suppose it's any better abroad."

"Pretty much, yeah, from what I've seen." The coffee maker - a fancy, expensive-looking piece of equipment that looked out of place in Amanda's basic but serviceable kitchen - beeped and she set her cup down. "Coffee's up. Angie'll bless your name if you bring her a cup." Her grin turned evil. "And she'll probably do a few other things besides."

Wade let a cat-got-the-cream sort of smile curl up the corners of his lips as he stood, carrying his bowl and spoon to the sink and rinsing it out, then putting it in the washing machine before returning the milk to the fridge and the cereal to the cabinet. "Yeah, she'll probably curl up around the cup and ignore me for a good fifteen minutes while she communes with the coffee on some deep level that I will never comprehend." Grabbing a mug, he filled it up and turned toward the door, pausing for just a moment to quirk an eyebrow at Amanda. "I imagine," he said, tone carefully neutral, "That those rioters in Germany would probably say 'no need to thank us,' if they ever came face-to-face with that little girl's family. Y'know?" Turning around, he walked back to Marie-Ange's room and quietly went inside.

Amanda smiled quietly to herself and picked her newspaper back up. "Thanks, anyway," she murmured.