Kyle and Bobby - backdated to May

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Because if Kyle can't have Bobby Drake's home-made ice cream he will end the universe.



Following their exchange on the journals ages ago, Bobby decided to seek this Kyle person out and see what it was exactly that he'd been talking about with fonts and whatnot. He was more than ok with his own typing but if that dude was right then maybe there was something to what he'd been saying.

Either way he found himself outside his door, and since he'd come that far he might as well knock on the door and see if he was home. So Bobby did just that, standing back and putting his hands in his pockets while he waited. He'd count to five and if the guy didn't show then at least he'd tried and he'd go about his own merry way.

The sound of quiet barking - and then a muffled "Yes, play with the dog!" came before the door opened, to reveal a scruffy, bearded man, barefoot and in ripped jeans and a Green Day t-shirt that had seen better days. "Damn, you like, caught me in the five minutes I'm actually here." Kyle said. "Drake, right? Or Bobby, or god, please tell me you're not a Rob or something, that'd be so weird."

"Rob? Ew." Bobby screwed up his nose at the sound of that, shaking his head no. "Why the hell would anyone in their right mind want to go by that? Bobby's fine, dude." He grinned and pointed to Kyle's shirt, giving him a thumb's up. "Green Day, old school. Nice."

"Man, last year I'd have bounced you up a quiz grade for like, analysis of 21 Guns but, well." Kyle spread his hands, claws out. "Well." He wasn't going to bitch about that. Not to a kid anyway. "Sorry. It's been a weird couple of months. What's up?" He pulled the door open all the way, glancing over his shoulder. "Sorry, I gotta cat who likes to make a run for it, so you better come in. You can raid my fridge or something." At least that he hadn't neglected, even if Dori had dragged him to the store under cover of a hat and gloves and winter boots.

"Ooh, score, thanks man!" Bobby had been about to ask about what Kyle had meant on the journals, then to ask about the cat and why it was trying to escape, but then he totally got distracted by the mention of the fridge. "Where is... ah, never mind." He walked on in and made a beeline for the aforementioned fridge, opening it up and looking for something to nom on. "Let's see, what do we have here..."

"Uh." Kyle scratched his head and followed Bobby to the fridge. "Well, a lot of weird juice soda, and... damn, I have beer, not that you can have any, you're what... eleven? Just got your Hogwarts letter? Beer for me. You get weird juice soda." Otherwise the fridge was a paragon of healthy eating - if you ignored the saran-wrapped bowl of freshly ground raw beef. Fruits, vegetables, and an astounding amount of cheese.

"Juice soda? How does that even work?" Bobby hollered out with his head stuck inside the fridge. "Aha, no, wait, I found a beer!" He emerged triumphantly, holding onto a bottle of root beer. "Well. Kinda." He shrugged and chilled the bottle slightly with his powers as he opened it. "Something in there stinks too, dude, you might wanna check it out. And I'm 17, pfft. Hogwarts."

"You're like eleven." Kyle said, laughing. "And that's beef marrow, it smells great." He reached past Bobby to point at the saran-wrapped container "Ima make soup out of it. It's a thing." Then he snagged a real-actual-beer, which might've been Arthur's but he'd replace it if it was. "Seventeen year olds know how to use the shift key, dude."

"You're like eleven." Bobby retorted before realizing that, uh, that was exactly what an eleven year old would have said. Crap. "I know how to use a shift key, it's just quicker not to use it sometimes." He was also a tad bit lazy but that was another issue entirely. "Plus all lowercase is, like, I dunno. Distinctive or something." He shrugged and ooh'd when he found a little BabyBel piece of cheese, grabbing it and sniffing it for good measure before opening it to eat.

"Okay, so it's not like a thing where it's easier to read if it's all lowcaps?" Kyle took a long draw on his beer, and then reached over and around Bobby to snag a bunch of grapes. "Cause, there's another thing entirely where people who are learning English need them, especially if they're coming off one of the picto languages like Chinese." He popped grapes off the bunch with his claws and bounced them into his mouth. "But if it's a real thing for you, that's different and I'll lay off."

"Nah, it's just how I type." He shrugged again and popped another bit of cheese into his mouth. "Huh, I never thought about that really. But nope, not a real thing for me, just what I do, I guess." Bobby thought about what Kyle had said and considered it for a few beats as he continued chewing. "So wait, are you saying people might get confused by what I'm typing or something?" He wasn't really trying to be difficult, not in a mean spirited way anyway, but if what he was doing was genuinely affecting others then he'd stop doing it.

"Maybe. It's - it's under debate." Condensing an entire week of 'how to assist ESL students and students with language processing disorders' lecture from a class he'd taken years ago on the fly - not easy, Kyle thought. "Basically, like, imagine if you had to learn Chinese fast, and everyone else was fluent enough to, I dunno, use the wrong, uh, crap, kanji is Japanese but you know what I mean, and people could get what they meant but you couldn't. And like - okay, not everybody who is dyslexic gets letters mixed up, but little d and little b look a lot alike. Too much of that, you're gonna get some classmate thinking you're named after Harry Potter's house elf." He grinned at Bobby. "Dobby Brake."

"Dude, I think you just gave me my new Twitter profile name." Bobby said with a chuckle. "Wait, wasn't that an elf in Harry Potter or something? Maybe not then." It sounded funny though and Bobby was not so secretly twelve so he'd consider it. "That makes sense though, yeah, so I'll try and remember it from here on out." He finished off the piece of cheese he'd taken with one last big bite, taking a few seconds to chew it up before he could talk again. "Man this is some good cheese." A stunning conversationalist he wasn't, sadly.

"Cheese is how cows tell us they love us." Kyle said sagely. "Cheese and ice cream. But not cheese ice cream, that'd be weird." He popped grapes off the bunch one at a time and flicked them into his mouth. "And cool. I mean, that's really all most peeps want is for other people to remember and try to not mess up their lives. We're already a minority group, might as well try to keep all the rest in mind when we're living our lives, right?"

"I gotta hug a cow the next time I see one." Ice cream was awesome too, thanks cows! "Wait, does that mean you have ice cream?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, you're right. Why make things any more harder than they need to be when we're already facing enough challenges as it is, right?"

"Dude. dude." Kyle was about to break the universe. "Dude we could roll down to the kitchen and get some cream and sugar and you could make ice cream." Okay, maybe not -break- but dammit, once he'd known a Bobby who could do that, and if this one could't he was going to break it in principle. "I mean, yo, you could be your own ice cream man."

"Wh... yeah, but you'd need... I mean..." The wheels in Bobby's head were slowly turning, building up speed. You could almost see smoke coming out of his ears as he worked overtime to try and comprehend what Kyle had just told him. "You mean I could... I could make, like, ice cream?" His eyes were wide, his mouth agape at the very prospect. "Dude." If not the universe then at least this Bobby was good and broken at the moment.

"Cream, sugar, maybe something like fruit or caramel, some bowls and spoons, and a guy who can freeze anything." Okay, all was right with the world, Bobby Drake's personal ice cream company wasn't gone forever. "You good with like, directed medium cold while I stir? Because we are gonna Make. Some Ice cream." Kyle was halfway out the suite and down the stairs and getting bowls - in his head - and outside of it he was waving a hand in front of Bobby's face. "Homemade ice cream in any flavor you can think of come on come on."

It was possible Kyle had reverted to approximately age nine in maturity.

"Man you bet I am! Wait for me!" Bobby bolted for the door behind Kyle, just as excited and eager to try this thing out for the first time.