Johnny and Callie, Wednesday Evening
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xp_logsJohnny and Callie attempt to watch a movie.
Johnny had cornered Callie for a movie, dragging her out of her room and down to the rec room. He'd needed the company after the whole 'I fought Magneto's henchman' thing. He'd even let her choose the film. That one maybe hadn't been thought through. He put the bowl of popcorn down and wriggled his shoulders. "Callie. Callie. Callie. Who is the guy in the suit and am I supposed to care about him?"
"We don't have to watch this if you don't want to?" Truth be told, Callie had ended up paying more attention to the young man beside her than the movie. Every time he shifted or fidgeted she would catch sight of it out of the corner of her eye, and, in line with millenia of human evolution, she would turn to face the source of the motion to ensure that it was not a predator of some sort. And Johnny tend to fidget quite a bit. "You can choose another movie if you want."
Part of Johnny wanted to agree. There was one of those long, slightly dull scenes on where the protagonists stared at each other on the screen. It would all be improved with a few explosions. "No, I'm good. I just. Dude. What was that? Why does he even like her?" Johnny flipped the remote into the air, letting it spin a half dozen times before he caught it. Tried it again with his eyes closed. Nailed it.
Her eyes followed the flight of the remote, a knowing smile on her lips; Callie could tell he was officially bored. He must have been to be trying to juggle the remote with his eyes closed. "We really don't have to watch this," she stressed, her smile hiding back the laughter. Johnny reminded her of some of the kids she babysat over the years when he was fidgety like this. Not enough for her to talk to him like he was a child, but definitely enough to smile.
"Come on." Arm outstretched, palm face-up, she motioned for the remote. "Let's do something different."
Oh, thank god. Johnny hit stop and flipped the remote again before jumping off the couch. "Sure, if you want to," he said nonchalantly. "What do you wanna do?"
She had wanted to watch a movie, spend a little time just relaxing, but Johnny obviously wasn't quite on the same page. He had been awfully quick to stop the movie, after all. "I don't know. Did you have something in mind," Callie asked after several seconds as she shifted in her seat to better face her company. "Inside, if you please, though. I really am not in a cold weather mood at the moment."
"What about a board game?"
Well, not reading subtitles was a plus. Johnny took a look at the games on the shelf. "We have... Scrabble, Monopoly, Hungry Hungry Hippos. I rock at Hungry Hungry Hippos. Test Match Cricket. How is that even a game?" Johnny shifted boxes, unearthing the older games at the bottom of the stack. Some of those were pretty sad. They also seemed to come from the 80's. "Casino Las Vegas? The ET game? The Sinking Of The The Titanic... This must be where old games go to die. Anything grab you?"
Callie tapped a finger to her lips as she perused the options Johnny presented to her. None of them really caught her interest; Monopoly took too long, she didn't posses the knowledge of obscure words with three letters to really play Scrabble,Hungry Hungry Hippos lost its appeal pretty quickly, and she had no idea about the rest of them. And considering how antsy Johnny was right now, she doubted he was actually interested in sitting around. "You seem a little restless," she commented finally. "How about something less sedentary?"
Well, it was dark and cold as ass outside. And Callie probably didn't appreciate the merits of basketball or 'how much of the lake is frozen enough for me to walk on it?' (The answer was 'not much and you're lucky you didn't fall in, you moron' and that was cool, because he didn't like that game much, either.) "Dance Dance Revolution?"
"Yeah...." She considered the suggestion for a few moments. Callie was hardly the best dancer in the world, far from it in fact, but this wasn't dancing so much as jumping around on a pad. She could handle that. Probably. "Yeah," the girl repeated with a wide smile. "That sounds fun."
Johnny had cornered Callie for a movie, dragging her out of her room and down to the rec room. He'd needed the company after the whole 'I fought Magneto's henchman' thing. He'd even let her choose the film. That one maybe hadn't been thought through. He put the bowl of popcorn down and wriggled his shoulders. "Callie. Callie. Callie. Who is the guy in the suit and am I supposed to care about him?"
"We don't have to watch this if you don't want to?" Truth be told, Callie had ended up paying more attention to the young man beside her than the movie. Every time he shifted or fidgeted she would catch sight of it out of the corner of her eye, and, in line with millenia of human evolution, she would turn to face the source of the motion to ensure that it was not a predator of some sort. And Johnny tend to fidget quite a bit. "You can choose another movie if you want."
Part of Johnny wanted to agree. There was one of those long, slightly dull scenes on where the protagonists stared at each other on the screen. It would all be improved with a few explosions. "No, I'm good. I just. Dude. What was that? Why does he even like her?" Johnny flipped the remote into the air, letting it spin a half dozen times before he caught it. Tried it again with his eyes closed. Nailed it.
Her eyes followed the flight of the remote, a knowing smile on her lips; Callie could tell he was officially bored. He must have been to be trying to juggle the remote with his eyes closed. "We really don't have to watch this," she stressed, her smile hiding back the laughter. Johnny reminded her of some of the kids she babysat over the years when he was fidgety like this. Not enough for her to talk to him like he was a child, but definitely enough to smile.
"Come on." Arm outstretched, palm face-up, she motioned for the remote. "Let's do something different."
Oh, thank god. Johnny hit stop and flipped the remote again before jumping off the couch. "Sure, if you want to," he said nonchalantly. "What do you wanna do?"
She had wanted to watch a movie, spend a little time just relaxing, but Johnny obviously wasn't quite on the same page. He had been awfully quick to stop the movie, after all. "I don't know. Did you have something in mind," Callie asked after several seconds as she shifted in her seat to better face her company. "Inside, if you please, though. I really am not in a cold weather mood at the moment."
"What about a board game?"
Well, not reading subtitles was a plus. Johnny took a look at the games on the shelf. "We have... Scrabble, Monopoly, Hungry Hungry Hippos. I rock at Hungry Hungry Hippos. Test Match Cricket. How is that even a game?" Johnny shifted boxes, unearthing the older games at the bottom of the stack. Some of those were pretty sad. They also seemed to come from the 80's. "Casino Las Vegas? The ET game? The Sinking Of The The Titanic... This must be where old games go to die. Anything grab you?"
Callie tapped a finger to her lips as she perused the options Johnny presented to her. None of them really caught her interest; Monopoly took too long, she didn't posses the knowledge of obscure words with three letters to really play Scrabble,Hungry Hungry Hippos lost its appeal pretty quickly, and she had no idea about the rest of them. And considering how antsy Johnny was right now, she doubted he was actually interested in sitting around. "You seem a little restless," she commented finally. "How about something less sedentary?"
Well, it was dark and cold as ass outside. And Callie probably didn't appreciate the merits of basketball or 'how much of the lake is frozen enough for me to walk on it?' (The answer was 'not much and you're lucky you didn't fall in, you moron' and that was cool, because he didn't like that game much, either.) "Dance Dance Revolution?"
"Yeah...." She considered the suggestion for a few moments. Callie was hardly the best dancer in the world, far from it in fact, but this wasn't dancing so much as jumping around on a pad. She could handle that. Probably. "Yeah," the girl repeated with a wide smile. "That sounds fun."
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