Kyle and Angelo, Thursday morning
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xp_logsKyle and Angelo run into each other ridiculously early and talk about the weirdness of being responsible adults.
Kyle -was- a morning person. It was almost disgusting how generally cheerful and wide-awake he was in the morning, and he'd gotten teased more than once about being the guy that got up at 4:30 to voluntarily go run three miles. it wasn't unusual to see Kyle in the kitchen at 6:30 with a bagel and orange juice, or devouring the better part of four or five eggs.
What was unusual was to -hear- him walking into the big kitchen. When barefoot he tended to pad around nearly silently, or at worst clack slightly due to the "unruly toenails". So a Kyle Gibney that clomped his way into the kitchen was unusual at best.
Angelo, fixing a glass of juice to go with his breakfast after his own run, turned from the counter to greet whoever had just joined him - and stared. "...Montana, are you wearing shoes?"
Kyle snagged an orange before answering. "Nope." He sunk a claw into the peel and began twisting the orange to peel it. "Boots." He nudged the leg of his pants up over his ankle to show the black boots that in theory went with his uniform but that he almost never wore. "Can't much bum around in sandals if I'm gonna be trying to be like, a role model."
"Don't those hurt, though?" he asked curiously. "I mean, there's a reason you don't wear them by choice."
"Eh." Kyle said, shrugging. "They're not great, and I'm pretty sure by the end of the day I'm gonna hate life, but I gotta wear 'em for the bike anyway, and it's too much work to change into sneakers just to teach a couple of classes." He flicked the last of the orange peel into the trash bin that went to the compost heaps and dropped his orange segments into a bowl.
"Fair enough", Angelo said with a shrug, taking a swig of juice. "So've they got you teaching actual kids now?"
"Lil bit, yeah. I'm not taking whole classes, but I get shunted off to one of the groups, or do some one on one with a kid who just needs some hands-on, or like, is -way- ahead of the class or something." Kyle explained. "and, you know, it's the DX school, so there's more kids with resource needs then like, the next school over, and some of 'em just sit up and listen a little bit more if the guy going "Dudes, Hamlet was emo, but it's a cool play." is like sporting claws and fangs."
He grinned. "I'd guess that'd help, yeah, especially if they've got physical mutations themselves. That sort of thing can give you an attitude."
"You think?" Kyle said, wryly. "I mean, damn I have no idea where a guy with grey skin or a dude with claws might get the idea that a physical mutation might come with some attitude." He'd finished off a few segments of orange, and dropped extra pith that had gotten under his claws into the bowl. Orange pith was nasty. "Not that a single one of them believes that I had my head up my ass at their age." He shrugged, and shook his head.
Angelo snorted. "That's what happens when you get respectable, dude. The people I talk to every day now would be shocked as hell if they could've met me at 17."
"SHH!" Kyle looked around furtively, though he was grinning. "I'm still pretending to be irresponsible so that no one will ask me to take extra comms duty. If you go telling people I'm respectable, Scott'll show up and make me take another trainee through the Danger Room runs, and I just got out of babysitting duty." Because the last thing he wanted was to be babysitting Fred, on a Fred-tuned Danger Room Run. That way went being hit by a drone tuned up to mess with someone who could easily bench press their own truck.
He laughed out loud at that. "Okay, okay, no jinxing it. Only the invulnerables and the teleporters should have to do trainee babysitting."
"Too late man, now I'm doomed." Kyle said, laughing. "I don't mind it most of the time, but you know, having to be all serious when I'm trying to tell Dori to stop playing Supergirl, or trying not to bust up laughing when Sparky goes off on some drones in French? I'm so bad at it. Seriously, I've blown more runs laughing my ass off than actually screwing up." He did plenty of that in his own runs, it wasn't fair to mess up trainee runs because he couldn't stop laughing.
"They let you alone in the Danger Room with your girlfriend?" Angelo asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. "But then, I guess everything gets taped in there."
"Oh man, the best part of that is that half the reason we're dating is because she basically fell off a roof and landed on top of me in a dumpster." Kyle said, chuckling. "Sides, I'm not gonna mess around in there." Not like that anyway, there were plenty of other places he could make out if he wanted, and none of them shot at him if he got distracted. "So how's law school? Supreme amounts of kicking your ass, or easier than advertised?"
"Varies", he said with a grin. "Depends on the professor, mostly - I mean, it's not supposed to be too easy or everyone'd be qualified. But it turns out it's an advantage when you can think on your feet."
"Better you than me, man. I will be so glad when I'm done writing papers and taking exams." Kyle grinned back. "Better off spending my time grading papers and exams. At least then it's all high school level and I don't have to cite anything. Chicago Manual of Style can bite my ass."
"What subject're you gonna teach?" he asked curiously. "One of the more fact-based ones, or opinions?"
"Both kinda. Either something in the history or literature area. I've got some English classes now, and I kinda prefer it, but I take an hour a week in the Sophomore history class, because I can talk a good talk about the Western Expansion of the US and the Civil War. I think Sam made me write about fifty billion essays on it. It stuck." Kyle shrugged. "That and you know, C's in every math and science class I've ever taken, kinda not a selling point for me on those."
Angelo nodded. "Yeah, you wanna teach stuff that actually interests you, or you're never gonna get it to interest them. It's not even about the grades you got."
Kyle laughed. "Yeah, the only part of science I ever got really into was dissecting stuff, and even then it was more frog guts and less filling out the worksheets." He shrugged. "and shark guts, and cow eyes, and a sheep brain once in college."
He shuddered. "Man, that sounds disgusting to me and I don't have a super nose. How'd you get through it?"
"Mouth full of lemon candy, totally overpowered my nose and gave me about twenty minutes and then I'd just pass the dissection off onto someone with a stronger stomach." Kyle shrugged again. "Course, if Miz Frost and Scott have their way I'd probably end up helping them too. Bobby heading off to SoCal means I'm pinch hitting here too."
Angelo nodded. "Yeah, the staff turnover's pretty high at the school outside of the core few. Don't go overworkin' yourself, though." Said the man who basically hadn't stopped since he was nineteen.
"Pfft." Kyle waved a hand. "Dude, I already put in like eighteen hour days between training and school and the job. <i>Not</i> being the groundskeeper anymore will be a freaking relief and mean I can actually see my girlfriend when we're not both doing homework. Fred's taking to the grounds thing like a really ... really frickin big duck to water. Handyman Duckzilla, so I'm kinda looking forward to having a job that doesn't get my hands dirty."
Angelo grinned. "Sounds like it suits you both, then. Glad he's found a job he's happy with. Office work really wasn't a good fit, an' I know he was sick of bein' a doorman."
Kyle grinned back. "Yeah, he wears a suit okay, but I can't see him putting one on every day. Course, I'd bet half my old high school thought that about me, and the only reason I'm not wearing a tie is because I can't actually tie one." Stupid claws.
"Tell me about it. If the boys could see me now... but I never thought you had to wear a suit to teach. Smart, yeah, but not that formal."
"Oh, yeah, but even so, dude, I came out of Montana figuring I'd end up working in a garage, and now my closet is like, two thirds button downs and vests." Kyle noted. "'course, on the other hand I've got a Rey Mysterio t-shirt on under my dress shirt today, so maybe not that lame."
That got another grin. "Rey Mysterio tickets for your next birthday, check. Shame your coworkers wouldn't appreciate the shirt as much as the kids might."
"I dunno, I came in half-unbuttoned with a Black Flag shirt on last week and one of 'em got it. We talked music for like, most of proctoring a detention." That was something Kyle was looking forward to. Never doing -that- again. "Sometime between me being in fourth grade and jail, teachers started to be people and not old farts trying to make my life hell."
Angelo chuckled. "Funny how that happens when you grow up. I probably owe a few of my elementary and middle school teachers an apology, if I could find them."
"Facebook, dude. I'm just sayin'." Kyle flashed a grin, and then pulled out his phone, double-checking the time. "Course, I wouldn't have one if my grandmom wasn't all "Kyle get a facebook so you can send us pictures" so maybe not." He shoved the phone back in his pocket and shoved one last orange segment into his mouth. "And speaking of late, if I don't book I'm gonna be late."
"Your grandmom sounds pretty cool." He grinned and waved a hand at the door. "Go, go. I'll see you later."
"More likely at Harry's than here. I volunteered to take Detention." Just what Kyle loved, an hour of sullen teenagers, invariably one of whom, if not more, would have the x-gene. Angry teenagers with powers. Yay.
"Harry's at 7 it is", Angelo said with a grin.
"Sweet. You can buy me "hour with sullen teenager" and I'll buy you "45 pages on some legal thing" beer, and it'll be awesome." Kyle said, as he slung his bookbag over one shoulder and headed to the door.
Kyle -was- a morning person. It was almost disgusting how generally cheerful and wide-awake he was in the morning, and he'd gotten teased more than once about being the guy that got up at 4:30 to voluntarily go run three miles. it wasn't unusual to see Kyle in the kitchen at 6:30 with a bagel and orange juice, or devouring the better part of four or five eggs.
What was unusual was to -hear- him walking into the big kitchen. When barefoot he tended to pad around nearly silently, or at worst clack slightly due to the "unruly toenails". So a Kyle Gibney that clomped his way into the kitchen was unusual at best.
Angelo, fixing a glass of juice to go with his breakfast after his own run, turned from the counter to greet whoever had just joined him - and stared. "...Montana, are you wearing shoes?"
Kyle snagged an orange before answering. "Nope." He sunk a claw into the peel and began twisting the orange to peel it. "Boots." He nudged the leg of his pants up over his ankle to show the black boots that in theory went with his uniform but that he almost never wore. "Can't much bum around in sandals if I'm gonna be trying to be like, a role model."
"Don't those hurt, though?" he asked curiously. "I mean, there's a reason you don't wear them by choice."
"Eh." Kyle said, shrugging. "They're not great, and I'm pretty sure by the end of the day I'm gonna hate life, but I gotta wear 'em for the bike anyway, and it's too much work to change into sneakers just to teach a couple of classes." He flicked the last of the orange peel into the trash bin that went to the compost heaps and dropped his orange segments into a bowl.
"Fair enough", Angelo said with a shrug, taking a swig of juice. "So've they got you teaching actual kids now?"
"Lil bit, yeah. I'm not taking whole classes, but I get shunted off to one of the groups, or do some one on one with a kid who just needs some hands-on, or like, is -way- ahead of the class or something." Kyle explained. "and, you know, it's the DX school, so there's more kids with resource needs then like, the next school over, and some of 'em just sit up and listen a little bit more if the guy going "Dudes, Hamlet was emo, but it's a cool play." is like sporting claws and fangs."
He grinned. "I'd guess that'd help, yeah, especially if they've got physical mutations themselves. That sort of thing can give you an attitude."
"You think?" Kyle said, wryly. "I mean, damn I have no idea where a guy with grey skin or a dude with claws might get the idea that a physical mutation might come with some attitude." He'd finished off a few segments of orange, and dropped extra pith that had gotten under his claws into the bowl. Orange pith was nasty. "Not that a single one of them believes that I had my head up my ass at their age." He shrugged, and shook his head.
Angelo snorted. "That's what happens when you get respectable, dude. The people I talk to every day now would be shocked as hell if they could've met me at 17."
"SHH!" Kyle looked around furtively, though he was grinning. "I'm still pretending to be irresponsible so that no one will ask me to take extra comms duty. If you go telling people I'm respectable, Scott'll show up and make me take another trainee through the Danger Room runs, and I just got out of babysitting duty." Because the last thing he wanted was to be babysitting Fred, on a Fred-tuned Danger Room Run. That way went being hit by a drone tuned up to mess with someone who could easily bench press their own truck.
He laughed out loud at that. "Okay, okay, no jinxing it. Only the invulnerables and the teleporters should have to do trainee babysitting."
"Too late man, now I'm doomed." Kyle said, laughing. "I don't mind it most of the time, but you know, having to be all serious when I'm trying to tell Dori to stop playing Supergirl, or trying not to bust up laughing when Sparky goes off on some drones in French? I'm so bad at it. Seriously, I've blown more runs laughing my ass off than actually screwing up." He did plenty of that in his own runs, it wasn't fair to mess up trainee runs because he couldn't stop laughing.
"They let you alone in the Danger Room with your girlfriend?" Angelo asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. "But then, I guess everything gets taped in there."
"Oh man, the best part of that is that half the reason we're dating is because she basically fell off a roof and landed on top of me in a dumpster." Kyle said, chuckling. "Sides, I'm not gonna mess around in there." Not like that anyway, there were plenty of other places he could make out if he wanted, and none of them shot at him if he got distracted. "So how's law school? Supreme amounts of kicking your ass, or easier than advertised?"
"Varies", he said with a grin. "Depends on the professor, mostly - I mean, it's not supposed to be too easy or everyone'd be qualified. But it turns out it's an advantage when you can think on your feet."
"Better you than me, man. I will be so glad when I'm done writing papers and taking exams." Kyle grinned back. "Better off spending my time grading papers and exams. At least then it's all high school level and I don't have to cite anything. Chicago Manual of Style can bite my ass."
"What subject're you gonna teach?" he asked curiously. "One of the more fact-based ones, or opinions?"
"Both kinda. Either something in the history or literature area. I've got some English classes now, and I kinda prefer it, but I take an hour a week in the Sophomore history class, because I can talk a good talk about the Western Expansion of the US and the Civil War. I think Sam made me write about fifty billion essays on it. It stuck." Kyle shrugged. "That and you know, C's in every math and science class I've ever taken, kinda not a selling point for me on those."
Angelo nodded. "Yeah, you wanna teach stuff that actually interests you, or you're never gonna get it to interest them. It's not even about the grades you got."
Kyle laughed. "Yeah, the only part of science I ever got really into was dissecting stuff, and even then it was more frog guts and less filling out the worksheets." He shrugged. "and shark guts, and cow eyes, and a sheep brain once in college."
He shuddered. "Man, that sounds disgusting to me and I don't have a super nose. How'd you get through it?"
"Mouth full of lemon candy, totally overpowered my nose and gave me about twenty minutes and then I'd just pass the dissection off onto someone with a stronger stomach." Kyle shrugged again. "Course, if Miz Frost and Scott have their way I'd probably end up helping them too. Bobby heading off to SoCal means I'm pinch hitting here too."
Angelo nodded. "Yeah, the staff turnover's pretty high at the school outside of the core few. Don't go overworkin' yourself, though." Said the man who basically hadn't stopped since he was nineteen.
"Pfft." Kyle waved a hand. "Dude, I already put in like eighteen hour days between training and school and the job. <i>Not</i> being the groundskeeper anymore will be a freaking relief and mean I can actually see my girlfriend when we're not both doing homework. Fred's taking to the grounds thing like a really ... really frickin big duck to water. Handyman Duckzilla, so I'm kinda looking forward to having a job that doesn't get my hands dirty."
Angelo grinned. "Sounds like it suits you both, then. Glad he's found a job he's happy with. Office work really wasn't a good fit, an' I know he was sick of bein' a doorman."
Kyle grinned back. "Yeah, he wears a suit okay, but I can't see him putting one on every day. Course, I'd bet half my old high school thought that about me, and the only reason I'm not wearing a tie is because I can't actually tie one." Stupid claws.
"Tell me about it. If the boys could see me now... but I never thought you had to wear a suit to teach. Smart, yeah, but not that formal."
"Oh, yeah, but even so, dude, I came out of Montana figuring I'd end up working in a garage, and now my closet is like, two thirds button downs and vests." Kyle noted. "'course, on the other hand I've got a Rey Mysterio t-shirt on under my dress shirt today, so maybe not that lame."
That got another grin. "Rey Mysterio tickets for your next birthday, check. Shame your coworkers wouldn't appreciate the shirt as much as the kids might."
"I dunno, I came in half-unbuttoned with a Black Flag shirt on last week and one of 'em got it. We talked music for like, most of proctoring a detention." That was something Kyle was looking forward to. Never doing -that- again. "Sometime between me being in fourth grade and jail, teachers started to be people and not old farts trying to make my life hell."
Angelo chuckled. "Funny how that happens when you grow up. I probably owe a few of my elementary and middle school teachers an apology, if I could find them."
"Facebook, dude. I'm just sayin'." Kyle flashed a grin, and then pulled out his phone, double-checking the time. "Course, I wouldn't have one if my grandmom wasn't all "Kyle get a facebook so you can send us pictures" so maybe not." He shoved the phone back in his pocket and shoved one last orange segment into his mouth. "And speaking of late, if I don't book I'm gonna be late."
"Your grandmom sounds pretty cool." He grinned and waved a hand at the door. "Go, go. I'll see you later."
"More likely at Harry's than here. I volunteered to take Detention." Just what Kyle loved, an hour of sullen teenagers, invariably one of whom, if not more, would have the x-gene. Angry teenagers with powers. Yay.
"Harry's at 7 it is", Angelo said with a grin.
"Sweet. You can buy me "hour with sullen teenager" and I'll buy you "45 pages on some legal thing" beer, and it'll be awesome." Kyle said, as he slung his bookbag over one shoulder and headed to the door.
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