Angel and Kyle || Donuts and Scruff

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Angel and Kyle hang out. There's teasing, plotting, and Not Brooding.



Angel was humming as she made her way down the hall with two boxes of donuts - all specials from Count Donutula's. Thank god it still existed in this universe.

She stopped in front of the door she was looking for, rearranging the boxes so she could knock and call "Yo, Scruffy McScruff, I need someone to share two dozen donuts with. You game?"

For once, there was no frantic grab for the cat as Kyle opened the door to his suite. Shamu had taken up residence on Felix, and the pair were napping in a warm spot next to the couch. It was an early spring miracle. "I am always game, unless it's like shrimp scampi donuts, and maybe even then." He popped off the tape on a box with a claw and opened it without removing it from Angel's arms. "Okay, seriously is that actually a shrimp donut? Because I thought the count was kidding on facebook."

"I don't know what's in there," Angel said as she maneuvered around Kyle to let herself into the suite and set the boxes down on the counter. "I let them choose all the donuts, it's like a grab bag. Surprises at every turn! For what it's worth though, I've tried the shrimp donut. It's not....horrible."

"Surprises unless you're me and can sniff out the siracha-blood orange one and generously give it to a friend who doesn't have turbo weak ass taste buds." Kyle continued to pick through the box. "Does it count as a donut if it's like not sweet? Did we ever decide that? Do the votes of people who might not like, exist anymore count still?"

Angel didn't pick - she didn't have a super nose and where was the fun in it anyways if she already knew? She grabbed one at random, taking a big bite. "Agh, plum! I don't think it should count as a donut if it's a fruit or vegetable but everything else is fair game. But seriously, what's the point of a donut if it tastes like fruit?" She made a hmmmmmm noise as she thought. "I mean, do the votes help or hinder us? I think we make the rules."

"Dude, fruit donuts are awesome. Who doesn't love a donut full of strawberry jam?" Kyle argued. "I think we make the rules and like, if it means I can prank everyone again with those godawful freaky purple yam donuts, I call it the only good thing that's come out of this bullshit lately." He finally selected a purple swirled donut and picked it apart and licked filling off his fingers carefully. "Donut full of blueberry jam for the win."

"I don't mean fruit filling, I mean this actual atrocity that tastes like a plum." Angel waved a hand at the thing she'd thrown down. "I like making the rules though. The more rules I make the easier it is to go mad with power. Just you watch, someday I'll be an awesome donut themed villain." As she spoke she picked out another one, taking a bite. "That is more like it. Strawberry. Me like."

There weren't any donuts that matched the one Angel had rejected - and her ex-donut had a bite out of it. No pranking with that one. "We're just gonna have to go get a box of awful donuts after we eat this one." He took another extra-large bite from his. "Okay, after we eat this box, and then sleep off the sugar coma."

"A nice sugar coma sounds wonderful right now," Angel said with a sigh as she finished off her donut. "But a nice big box of awful donuts to prank people with sounds even better so I'm torn."

Kyle grabbed another donut from the box, and peeled half the caramel off the top with his claws. Too much of that and he'd be buzzy, sticky and get a sugar crash headache. "What's the movie where the dudes are like both both both is good? Because that. First, we retreat into something about this universe is fucking normal thank god donuts, -then- we go find my spare helmet and drive to the shop and get a prank box special, and then we lie in wait and laugh at people."

He cleaned a now-sticky finger with his mouth. "Somewhere in that we get orange juice, because I'm out, and I get some cashew honey donuts for Dori because it's against my rules to prank my girlfriend."

"Some Disney thing, I think?" Angel shrugged. "But both good yes." She picked out another donut, taking a large bite - and nearly squirting chocolate on herself. "Oooooh, chocolate volcano." She laughed, wiping it off her chin and licking her fingers. "We can stop and do your errands too. And get Dori donuts. All sounds good to me."

Screw it he was going to end up with the sugar headache. The donut was too good not to finish. "Are we gonna have to be mature adults in the car and talk about feelings?" Kyle asked. "Cause I don't wanna." His pout was ruined by the fangs.

"Psh!" Angel laughed, popping the rest of her chocolate volcano donut in her mouth, staining her lips with the gooey filling. "Why would we do something like that? It would totally ruin our epic plans to prank people with donuts."

"Can we talk about how weird the new people are because that's not emo but, but, dude." Kyle gestured wildly with the last bite of a donut. "Angel. Angel, Matt Murdock's a lawyer and that is so. freaking. weird."

"And he's cute," Angel added seriously. "Do you know how weird it is to look at someone who used to be like, five years younger than you and he's in his thirties now and he's hot? I mean Jesus Christ."

"That is super weird." Kyle said. "I mean, Angel that is really kinda weird." He shook his head, trying not to think about that. Some of these people used to be his students. It was seriously weird. "New Warren though." He slumped down in his chair, pretending to melt like warm frosting. "Dude he's such a sleaze but hot damn."

"I know it's weird!" Angel sighed dramatically. "Trust me I know it's weird, but I mean...it's not like I would necessarily get with him. Just an observation. The sky is blue, grass is green, etc. etc." She leaned against the counter, munching on another donut. "New Warren does look damn good too. Apparently this universe likes attractive people." At least this place had given them something to look at.

"No, no what's -totes- weird is like, that once in a blue moon Marius picks up Dori's mutation and he starts looking like a dude I might date if I you know, dated dudes not named Jay Guthrie before he was blue." Kyle picked up another donut and started picking it apart. Sugar on his face was never cool. "But the universe giving us more hotties, yes. But dude, I taught like half of them and that is freaky. I mean, I dunno if I can be down with this. Kids I used to write college recs for shouldn't be done college."

Angel tilted her head. "Kyle and Marius. Kyrius. Works well don't you you think?" She smirked. Of course the smirk faded a moment later and she sighed. "Kids I used to teach with the New Mutants shouldn't be in their freaking twenties and thirties. Sue Storm is older than me. It's weird. Dude Tabitha Smith is younger than me. She was the freaking New Mutants mentor when I was in it and she's younger than me. What the hell?"

"Yeah, dude, Alison fricking Blaire." Kyle said. "Just. Alison Blaire." She'd welcomed him to the mansion when he'd first arrived and handling that now she was this chirpy dippy teenager was not happening. "Okay, we're back in emo land, we should go get prank donuts and more regular donuts and actually just eat ourselves into that coma."

"Yeah, screw unhappy brooding," Angel declared fiercely, standing upright. "We've got too much to do with our time to think about things like that. Let's go!"