Kyle and Angel (Backdated)

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Kyle brings Angel brunch in the med lab. Backdated to December 17, 2013.



"Itchy, itchy..."

Angel was pouting as she stared at the plaster cast wrapped around her right arm, trying to figure out how to get around the thing and itch said arm. "Meeeeeh..." She mumbled, lips pressed thin as her fingers probed at the edge of the cast.

"Dude, you sound like that seal." Kyle poked his head around the doorway, followed by the rest of him, and a plastic tray with a stack of covered plates that smelled a lot like food. "Or a dying goat. Meeehhh." He made a noise that sounded neither goat-like nor like Angel's noise, but did sound a lot like a seal who didn't want to get into arctic waters.

"I'd pretend to be a seal and clap my hands together, but I quite like not crying in pain, so just remind me later that I owe you a seal clap." Angel's eyes lit up when the food smell hit her. "Food? Is that food?" She was trying to be good about not bothering the doctors or assistants, but she was hungry.

Kyle set he tray down, uncovered the top plate from the larger stack to show a small mountain of crispy bacon. "It's all the food. Okay, well, it's some of the food. A little bird told me you might be starving and want stuff you can eat with one hand." He'd bugged Laurie straight out, after she confirmed she wasn't super busted herself. "Bacon, pancakes wrapped around those little sausages, english muffins and dude, did you know there's a difference between those and crumpets? Chicken sliders, because I guess it's brunchtime now, and grapes because Lorna scares me and made me bring you fruit." Basically anything that was finger food that packed protein and sugar.

Food! "Oh thank god," she groaned as she readjusted herself a bit so she was sitting up more, eyes alight. "You're the best." She'd been rather concerned about how the whole eating thing was going to work - she wasn't exactly talented with her left hand, after all. She probably would've stabbed herself with the fork by accident. "Thank you thank you thank you. Hey, how're you?"

"Eh." Kyle held out a hand flat, and waggled it a bit. "Scabby. I got clawed up some, and the healing factor is working overtime but I didn't break anything or get sucked into demonland." He probably should've bandaged up after he and Tabs went out the library windows, but it wasn't like he had time. "I mean, dude, it's not like I won't bounce back from most things."

"Yeah." Angel popped a grape into her mouth, taking a moment to savor it. "But ya know, being hurt still does kind of suck. Even with the whole healing thing." Could've been worse though. The whole thing could have been a lot worse than it had been. "Oooooh." She grabbed a pancake-wrapped sausage, taking a bite. "You know we were this close to the end of the year without any massive disasters."

"Well, if we don't count the kids getting eaten by internet monsters or Magneto's magical vacation island." Kyle said wryly. "But aside from that, you know, we got through most of a year without blowing up half the building." Once Fred was recovered, he was going to end up with so much overtime. Kyle was kind of glad he -didn't- have that job anymore, even if he'd probably pitch in.

"Good point. Okay we almost got through the second half of the year without any major disasters." She moved on to the bacon next, eager. "Ah well. Who needs a quiet holiday anyways. Oh." Her face fell when she remembered what had become of all of hers and Lorna's hard work the night before. "I'd just finished hanging up the lights too. They were so pretty."

"I think demon attack means we get a pass on leaving lights up for extra time. I mean, Fred's pulling OT to get the holes patched up and ima chipping in because I kinda suggested to Tabs that she blow out part of the library wall." In his defense, it was that or a enormous book collection with first editions went up in flames because -demons-. "Pretty sure if you left the lights up through, I dunno, Easter, nobody'd bitch."

"The English teacher and the librarian are responsible for wrecking the library. Please tell me someone's commented on the irony." Angel grinned a bit. "Anyways I think the demons already took down most of our lights. They trashed our suite pretty good. Don't think Lorna will let me put 'em back up either." Not that she was exactly in any position to be putting lights up anyways.

"Dude -I- comment on the irony. It's like, going in my unit about irony." Kyle said, grinning back. "Pfft. Our lives are super weird, if you want to put your Christmas lights back up, I think Lorna should totes let you. I'll help. I mean once your suite is untrashed. Or are you guys just going to move to a new one? How trashed is trashed?"

"Remind me to be there for that class. I promise to sit in the back and not heckle." She paused before adding, "Much. But anyways. It's not that bad. Hole in the wall, but I think that's pretty much on par with everything else, some burn marks and our door was destroyed. Oh and our Christmas tree was wrecked. Demons clearly have no respect for the holidays."

"Dude, ima use "one of my best friends turns into a fire person and then eats ice cream cones." as an example of verbal irony." Kyle said. "And them I'm going to hand you an ice cream cone." He wasn't sure -where- he was going to get an ice cream cone in the middle of class but he'd figure it out. "I think that's in the demonic job description. Disrespect Santa, yo."

"I am okay with this," Angel said seriously, nodding. "Especially if ice cream is involved." She could never say no to ice cream, of course. "Dude, that's not cool. They're just ticked 'cause they're on the naughty list. They got big fat rocks of coal for Christmas one year and now they're mad."

"Except they're demons so they dig that, so eye-dee-kay. " Kyle said. "Okay, now, for serious, how bad's the arm? And don't like, downplay because you know, a, I will know because you're my bro, and b, um.." He scratched his head. "I'll come up with b later. Lets pretend I came up with something good."

At Kyle's question Angel shrugged the best she could, holding up her plaster wrapped arm. "Well, it's broken so I guess that's pretty bad. But the doctor-like people said it was a clean break and all and it'll heal without an issue and what not, so I mean...in summary, bad but could be worse."

"So basically sucks but not super sucks, and we should totes bring you finger food. Gotcha." Kyle stole one of the chicken mini-sliders from the pile of food and made it disappear. "At least you've got a great excuse to get out of like, six weeks of early morning Danger Room stuff?"

"Well you should always bring food even if I'm in a full-body cast," Angel pointed out as she nommed a piece of bacon. "And hey, that's true. No having to get up at silly o'clock for a little while. Silver lining."

"And! You can totally get someone to draw cool shit on your cast!" Kyle was all about silver linings.

"Yes!" Angel agreed enthusiastically. "I need an artist-type, stat! I tried to draw something myself but I'm not that good at it and I'm not a lefty, so..." She twisted the cast a bit to show Kyle the failed attempt. "Don't ask what it is. I forget."

"It's a dragon." Kyle said, with a very definite nod. It could've been. Or maybe a bunny, or a overstuffed lobster roll. "Once you're all mobile and stuff we can get Pixie, or Artie to like, do a really colorful mural on your cast. It'll rock."

"Dragon sounds about right." It was probably an overstuffed lobster roll, but dragon sounded cooler. "Yes. Yes." Angel's eyes lit up. "I support this idea and everything about it."

"aaaand in the meantime you will hide me from people who want me dead from library wall damage?" Kyle asked, with a hopeful but sheepish expression.

"Of course," Angel said with a serious nod. "What else are friends for if not to protect you from vengeful bookworms?"

"Eating crab monsters. Friends are for eating crab monsters."

"After we finish fighting them of course."