Kyle and Dori and late-night reasons to get waffles.

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After Kyle and Dori, uh, you know do things that result in destruction of Dori's bra, they decide to get waffles, and manage to weave in a little bit of responsible talking about money around talking about staying up watching movies and getting middle of the night waffles. The mystery of who has been eating the results of the cooking class is solved - sort of (Kyle's not telling).



One pair of jeans, slightly torn at the knee was still making a valiant effort to cling to the bed by one leg, even though the rest of two people's worth of clothes had been scattered to the floor, and the sheet and blanket had mostly joined the clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed. The jeans finally hit the floor as one moderately hairy leg kicked out a foot, sending the jeans and a corner of the sheet off the bed.

Kyle picked his head up from the pillow - the only remaining thing on the bed that wasn't a person, turned his head, and then flopped back down on it heavily. "Pretty sure I am actually worn out." he said. "I think you actually defeated me. You get all the points, and the big surfboard sized sword victory music."

"Duh duh duh duh duhdundunnnnnn!" Dori's rendition of the Final Fantasy victory theme was somewhat lackluster, but she was a bit tired too, "Victory for me! Waffles! This means waffles!" She was hungry, after all. Then she paused, "Do we still have waffles?" she couldn't even really afford the frozen ones right now. Oh God, Kyle had better have waffles!

"What's this we?" Kyle asked, laughing. "If there's waffles, they're in your freezer, not mine. I was gonna go grocery shopping but then someone..." He rolled, resting his head on Dori's chest. "Distracted me with ... wiles and a short skirt. Mostly the wiles though. Wiley, that's you."

"I uh... have no waffles?" Dori suggested sheepishly. And now all she really was wearing was a pair of Kyle's boxers, backwards so her tail could go through. Now that she thought about it she didn't have much of anything of her own and had been raiding the communal fridge a lot. And Kyle's fridge - the parts of it that weren't made of meat covered meat. "And I may be wiley but you're hot."

"Well not right now, right now I'm hungry and my butt is cold." Kyle said, laughing. "And someone has stolen my boxers." he shook his head, laughing. "Wiley boxer thief!" He sat up, still shaking his head in amusement. "Okay, so we go get waffles. It's, what... " A glance at the alarm clock and Kyle frowned. "okay, it's late. Geez, no wonder I'm worn out. Eh, it's Friday, I don't have to teach tomorrow and.." and half a dozen teenagers were probably still up watching terrible movies. "And I am not walking back to my suite to get new boxers. I'll deal with going commando, and we'll hit a diner."

"Diners are good," Dori said somewhat hopefully, "Except, well, I reallycantafforditrightnow," she said. All her last check had gone to school expenses and a few quality of life things.

SWTOR and WOW were needed to live, damnit! ...Though one of them was going to have to go soon. Thirty dollars a month of things she really didn't have too much time for was a bit much. She flopped down, "I'll just go eat all the stuff for the cooking class again. They haven't caught me yet. Oh snap, I just confessed! It was totally Monkey Joe."

Kyle blinked several long blinks, and then bent to snag his jeans by the belt loop. "Babe, when's the last time you bought groceries? Because you raided my fridge for peanut butter last week too." He frowned at Dori as he slid his jeans up and buttoned them. "I'll cover dinner... breakfast... food made of waffles, it's fine. I'm all career-man now, they pay me real money." Not that the previous job didn't pay, but a teacher's salary was more than enough for him to cover dinners out and then some. "And if Lorna asks, I'll totally say it was Pablo. That pig has to be good for something, and MJ shouldn't take the heat when I know some of your money goes to his litter trays and squirrel chow."

"He eats more candy than I do," Dori said somewhat wistfully. Cake was a good diet. But then again, what MJ was getting now was a cross between bird food and ferret food with dried fruit thrown in. It wasn't that expensive, but he ate a lot of it.

"You're so totally my hero. You know, I'm going to have to choose between MMOs soon. I never wanted to do that," she said with a melodramatic sigh. Good way to avoid the topic of Why She Hadn't Bought Groceries. In truth, thirty dollars wouldn't have bought her that much anyway.

"Welcome to being an adult, it sucks and not in the fun way that leads to girlfriends wearing your boxers." Kyle said. He'd been surprised - but on thinking about it, gas, books and food probably ran Dori more than broke, and this year she couldn't bum rides from him to school. "Maybe we outta fly out to CA and shake cash outta your dad..." he said, as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. "I bet I could pick him up and hold him upside down and you can hit him like a money-filled pinata."

Dori chuckled a bit at the image. When she first came here it would've terrified her, but the more time passed the more she could see exactly what her father was and what he was doing. While she still hoped he would come around and wanted it to happen, she wasn't expecting it at any second anymore.

And having been dropped like a sack of potatoes before she came here did a bit to make a girl mildly bitter.

"You know if you did that, you'd have to invite Grandpa or he'd be all mad at you and stuff that you left him out."

"Yeah, and you know, dropping half a grand to fly out there is probably not a responsible use of my money." Kyle grumped. "And since neither of us is cleared for the blackbird... Still, it sucks that he's such an ass about everything to do with you."

"Yeah. Ugh, I totally hate having to claim him on stuff. 'Oh, you have money! You have lots of money!' Except it might as well be in a box in the ocean guarded by undead pirates or something for all the good it actually does. And I hate bugging mom for cash. I was thinking I could train MJ to do tricks on Campus but I told him that and I got the blackest look EVER."

"You know, it's not like we don't know eleventy-five lawyers. I bet one of 'em has to know how to make it so your dad can't screw up your life." Kyle said. "And to keep him off your bro's back. Your brother's an overprotective twerp, but he doesn't need your dad breathing down his neck either."

"I really don't want to bother them," Dori said, turning over one of the blankets, looking for clothes. They were going for waffles after all, "Where'd my bra go?" she muttered, "But yeah, I wish he'd leave Ryan alone. I like that he's not being a little twit anymore."

"Dude, come on, it's Angelo. His job is helping people with their mutant issues." Kyle said. "and Warren's my roommate when he's not off doing whatever he's doing in DC. Nobody's gonna be bothered. Worst you'll get is Ange asking you to walk his dog or something."

"Victory!" Dori said, holding up the bra, "Hey, did you take bite out of it or something?" she asked a moment later and then paid attention to the actual conversation, "Oh, well, yeah, but yeah. I mean, they have paying clients don't they? What are we going to say 'help me because my dad is being stupid'?"

"I did not bite your bra!" Kyle protested. "There was no bra.. oh wait, I think that's from my hand." He leaned in to look at it and made a noise. "Huh. I should probably replace that for you, huh?" He sat down on the bed and reached down to try to find one of his sneakers. "And Ange is still in law school - he said something about having to do like, fifty odd hours of pro bono or something, so it can't hurt to talk to him."

"It's not THAT bad," Dori said, holding it up. Okay, she could see through the hole pretty clearly, maybe it was that bad. Ohh, this sucked. Now it wasn't just food/gas/video games. It was food/gas/video games/bra she had to choose between! Wait? Wasn't she about the same size as Pixie around the bust? She'd have to ask, maybe her friend had a bra that wasn't cut too weirdly on account of the wings. Or she could ask Nico to sew her something...but how did you ask someone to sew you underwear?

"Really? I didn't know they had to do free stuff, and wouldn't he do it out of DX or something?"

"Dude, X-Corp. He's working here now." Kyle said. "And it is that bad, and it's my bad, so, eh, we'll go shopping. It won't kill me, you get new cute underwear paid for by me, I get to see you in the new cute underwears, win-win situation."

"You mean we get shopping AND waffles? Have I told you lately you are totally the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends?" Dori said, lighting up. Clothing shopping didn't bother her nearly as much as it used to.

"We get waffles now." Kyle said, pointing at the clock. "It's late. Shopping you get tomorrow after we sleep off waffles. I've got sparring with Doug in the AM, so I figure either you can go with and watch two guys with their shirts off beat the crap out of each other, or chill at that bagel place with coffee and homework and then we'll shop, and I can make up for the, you know, like, inadvertent mauling of your bra." He waved off an expression of concern from Dori with a thumb pointing at his wallet. "And I'll cover your coffee and bagels, but you gotta promise you'll talk to Angelo about lawyer things."

"Yeah, I suppose Wal-mart bras suck anyway," and weren't really cute, "Hmm, two guys or homework. Two guys... or homework. I suppose the RESPONSIBLE answer is the homework, huh?" she said, she DID have a lot of writing to do, and a few pieces of poetry to read and analyze because apparently the rhyme and meter were deathly important to the teacher in question.

"Two guys, one of which will end up bleeding because the other one is an evil midget who uses dirty spy tricks. Last time he mashed my face against the mat. It was -rude-." Kyle noted, sounding way more amused than annoyed. "And I will still probably kick his butt anyway. Do Wal-Mart bras suck like cheap Wal-Mart boxers because fuck, those fall apart -and- they chafe." He pulled his other sneaker on, one claw poking through a hole in the toe.

"Yeah, it's funny in a not funny way that the cuter they are the faster they fall apart," Dori said, "And it's not just because we both have shredders on our hands and you can totally kick Doug's Butt because you're you and he's him and that made NO sense, did it?" she realized finding and pulling on her shirt. She could deal a day without one. It wasn't like people didn't already stare anyway. Attention always went to the tail and then to the teeth and then to the claws.

"I'm faster and stronger, he has dirty spy tricks." Kyle said. "I slow things down some, he doesn't do anything he knows would actually fuck me up, and it comes out even, since I'm not gonna use claws on him, because you know, I dig the guy well enough." Even if part of that was explicitly not asking questions about the shit that Doug did for a job. "It totally made sense. I speak fluent Dori. Even like the freaky dialect where she's making squeaking noises and trying to crush my ear with her knee."

Dori giggled while she stood up and stretched, "Admit it, you totally like that dialect the best. I know I do. Well, and I don't MEAN to crush anything. So, waffles? Because, total that's totally waffle." She was hungry, now that she had time to think about it. Raiding the cooking supplies just wasn't enough most nights, especially with winter coming up. She always seemed to eat more then.

"Yeah, waffles. And bacon. All the bacon." And probably chicken or steak because he was definitely feeling like food was a really really good idea. "You can give me your bacon to make up for smashing my ear with your knee." Kyle pointed to his ear, which actually looked fine. "We will eat, and then we will stay up way too late watching crap on Netflix and then we will sleep in until ... " Crap, he'd just said he had morning sparring. "Well, we'll sleep in some anyway."

"You can always hide from sparring. I'll hide you," Dori suggested making grabby hands that suggested there wouldn't be much in the way of actual hiding.

"And then Doug dangles a World of whatever gift card in front of your face and you sell me out for a month of punching that king-of-the-dead guy in the balls." Kyle said, scooping up his keys. "Waffles. waaaaafles." He made the zombie arms, and stumbled towards the door. "Wafffffles. I'm a vegetarian zombies. Graaaains."

"That's not fair! It'd have to be at least three months!" Dori said, following him doorward, "Yes. Onward... TO WAFFLES."