Johnny & Clint | Friday Evening

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After playing Ultimate for most of the afternoon, Johnny and Clint head inside to warm up.


Johnny and Clint had been playing frisbee outside, mostly on the basketball court, where the bleachers made a natural platform for Johnny to climb and leap from while the snow drifts on the ground had provided a ready source of missiles when one or the other of them had wanted it but the light was fading rapidly.

Johnny leaped several feet straight up in the air and grabbed the frisbee, flipping on his way down and landing in a crouch. "Want to call it quits? It's getting pretty dark."

"Sure," Clint said, grinning. "Good game. You didn't totally wipe the floor with me, at least." The older boy's acrobatics were impressive to watch, at the very least, but Clint felt he'd held his own.

Johnny shook his head. "I would have, if you didn't have such freaky good aim. So, is that your power or what?"

"My eyes are weird," Clint said, shrugging. "And Logan thinks there might be something else with spatial awareness." He'd had to take that test on Wednesday and he still wasn't entirely sure what it all meant. Logan was sort of difficult to read.

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"I don't actually know - he had me do a test the other day and I guess it told him something or he's gonna get the results sometime and explain it. Mostly he just had me do regular self defense stuff, though, to see where I was skill-wise." Clint rubbed at the back of his neck a bit, then scrubbed his hand through his hair. He'd kept moving when they were playing frisbee, but the cool-down on the walk back to the mansion had left him feeling a little bit too cold. "What about you? Just mad acrobatic skills or what?"

"That's pretty cool, dude." Johnny picked up his jacket and began to walk inside. "I'm superr flexible, I have super fast reflexes and I recover faster than most people. Also, I have a danger sense. It's like something zapping you in the back of the head a moment before things go wrong."

"So like if you're gonna fall down the steps or something? Or is it like if somebody's gonna whack you upside the head?" Clint asked, snagging the frisbee so he could balance it on the end of one finger as they walked.

"Either. Both. Or it could be that there's a mosquito in the room or something, but we're working on fine tuning it so that only actual dangers ping." Johnny knocked the snow off his shoes and said "So, coffee?" It wasn't like he needed the caffeine, given how jumpy he was all the time but it had been cold out. "And I think there's still some Donatella's left. I get to play chicken with my danger sense on those."

"Hah," Clint said, laughing. "No, don't eat that one, it's got turnip greens in it! Your danger sense should totally warn you about that. But I think I'll go for cocoa instead of coffee."

Johnny laughed and hit buttons on Hank's machine. "You know, this thing scares the bejesus out of me," he muttered, leaping back a moment later when the noises started. The noises were the worst part. It tended to sound like it was about to explode. Or explain how you weren't allowed to have more coffee today. He grabbed the box of donuts out of the fridge and placed it on the counter, holding one hand over the donuts, moving it back and forward slowly. "The trouble is that these are all pingiing. But I'm getting less from this one, and this one. Maybe that one, too."

Clint watched the coffeemaker make Johnny's coffee, then switched the cup out for his own and hit the appropriate buttons. The thing remembered he liked a little vanilla in his cocoa - he wasn't sure whether that should worry him in a robots-take-over-the-world kind of way or if he should just enjoy it. Either way, after the drinks were finished, he went to look at the doughnuts. "Dude, I ate two green bean casserole ones for extra credit. I'm about maxed out on weird doughnuts." He slid Johnny's coffee across the counter to him. "And the chocolate looking ones aren't actually chocolate. Or maybe they are, but I think they're spicy chocolate. Or something. Maybe that was only when the world was supposed to end."

"I don't know. How bad were they? I mean, I like green bean casserole and I like donuts." Johnny picked up one of the ones he'd thought were safer and tore it open, giving the filling a cautious sniff. "What do you think this is?"

"They were a really weird texture," Clint said. "Like, doughnuts aren't meant to have green beans in them. They were kind of... not really crunchy, but not chewy like a doughnut usually is. And the actual beans were a little slimy. The crunchy onions on top weren't bad, though."

"Slimy? Oh, man, that's gross." He took a cautious bite of the donut. "I think this is macaroni and cheese flavoured," Johnny said, passing the other half over. "It's weird."

Clint took a bite despite himself, chewing almost thoughtfully before shaking his head and eating the rest of his half of the doughnut in one bite. "Definitely weird," he said after swallowing. He washed it all down with some cocoa. "I'm gonna head upstairs to shower before dinner - we should play ultimate again next week. See if we can't drag a couple other people in."

"Yeah, sounds good," Johnny said, picking up the other safe donut and taking an incautiously large bite. Jam. Excellent. Coffee in one hand, donut remains in the other, he gave a sort of wave. "Later, dude."