xp_logs | Miles & Bobby, Tuesday afternoon

Miles and Bobby take advantage of Bobby's powers to get comfortable in this sweltering summer heat.

The hot summer day made it too hard to do anything, so Bobby and his roommate decided not to fight that and just stayed in their room. Using his powers, Bobby had shut the door and lowered the temperature in the room to well below room temperature and they just lay on their beds relaxing. He'd pulled out a stack of comic books to read through, and had removed the garbage bag from their plastic pail and filled it with ice and cans of soda.

The pail was in the center of the room, and, having already finished his last can, Bobby turned his head and looked at the pail. He slowly reached an arm out, making a 'gimme' motion with his hand as he attempted to will the pail closer to no avail.

"Mmnnngh." was all he could manage in his tired state. "Rrrnn." He wiggled his fingers and reached out but didn't make any moves to get up.

Miles had long since shed his shirt in his quest to find relief from the oppressively humid weather, and he was considering abandoning his pants, too. He sluggishly turned his head in Bobby's directions when he heard his roommate's moans for assistance, but just mumbled back himself. If only he could use his web-shooters.

"Hmmm?" Bobby 'asked,' then shook his head and forced himself to sit up. He looked over and saw where the pail was and how far out of reach it still was. Maybe if he used his powers...

Focusing as much as he could, he made a pretty crude looking rake of sorts, then reached out with it and pulled the pail towards him. It scraped against the floor but then tipped over, spilling chunks of ice and cans of soda everywhere.

One of the cans rolled to a stop at the foot of his bed and he scooped it up, victorious. Cracking it open, Bobby took a long sip before smirking over at Miles, hoping he'd witnessed just how awesome his roommate was. "Ahhhhhh."

Miles just whimpered in response. It was difficult to appreciate Bobby's creativity when now all of the sweet liquid coldness was so far away. His gaze moved between his roommate and the fallen cans to nonverbally indicate that he wanted one, too. Surely Bobby could be a bro and construct a slide or something to send one over.

Lowering the can from his lips, Bobby's gaze caught Miles. "Huh. Uh..." He peered over the edge of the bed and saw a can that was laying on its side. Focusing, he used his powers to build a little triangular block of ice behind it, then made a long, thin lever icicle which he wedged under the can. With a flick of his wrist he launched the can into the air towards Miles, a liiiiittle harder than intended, whoops, but still on its way.

The can flew through the air and would have smashed against the wall if Miles didn't have superhuman reflexes and held up his hand at just the right second to catch it. He popped open the tab and lazily pulled himself up so he was sitting upright and wouldn't spill any soda on himself. He drained half the can and belched loudly in appreciation and gratitude.

"HE SHOOTS HE SCORES!" Bobby yelled out, surprising even himself with his loudness in breaking the silence. "Hah, nice catch Milesy. I'll make a goalie out of you yet dammit." He took a victory gulp and then let out his own belch in reply, a crude toast between bros if you will.

Not one to pass up a challenge, even one made up in his head and not actually presented in real life, Miles promptly took another large swig of his drink to fuel an even louder, deeper burp. His expression made it clear just how proud of it he was. "Yeah, like any of us has the time to do sports at school. Do they even have a hockey team?"

"Dude speak for yourself, I sports a lot." Which might have explained some of his grades, but Bobby wasn't about to get into that. "And no, I don't think so, which sucks." He would've been all over that for sure but alas. "It's too hot to sports though, ugh." Bobby upped his powers a little to adjust for the heat.

Miles shivered and sighed contentedly as the temperature continued to drop. "Wait, are you on a team at school? How come you haven't told me? I'd come to one of your games."

"Nah, I mean, I play a lot but not at school. Playing with myself mainly." Uh. "I mean, with myself." Bobby. "By myself?" Silence. "You could play with m-" No, no that's not better. "Man, it's too hot for wordsing too. And braining."

"Just text me if you're playing with yourself so I don't walk in on you accidentally." With two teenage boys, it was a wonder that they hadn't had that problem yet. Miles at least hoped that his spider-sense would warn him in time should it ever come close.

"Dude, if you put a sock on the doorknob when you're with someone else, what do you put on it when you're... y'know." He sought out a good analogy. "Polishing Lord Stanley?" Bobby didn't seek long enough, clearly.

He squinted and looked up at the ceiling, the hamster wheel squeaking and turning. "Maybe, like, a hat? Or no, wait, a glove!"

"I mean, if you want to announce to the world that you're, you know." Miles made some vague hand gestures. "I thought the point of the sock is more to brag than to warn anyone not to come in. Not like, you know, we've had to." Beyond Miles's brief aborted attempt with Roxy, he'd come up dry all year. "You don't have a secret girlfriend or anything, do you?"

"A secret one? Nope." One at all? No to that as well but Bobby left that part out. "Someday, though, Milesy. Someday we'll hang a sock on that door." He turned his head to look at the door and sighed. "But not today, for today it is too effing hot."

Miles let out a final acquiescent burp after finishing his soda and then lied back down on his bed. "So hot. But I'm going to go crazy if we just stay here all day. There's gotta be something better we can do with our time. You know, even though Roxy went home, we still owe Tabs for screwing with our minifridge . . ."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Bobby grunted and forced himself to sit up again. "We totally should go and... and..." He wasn't sure what they should do actually but Miles was right, they had to do something. "Take out our revenge by having a dip in the pool to cool off. Yeah, that'll show her."

"Or!" Miles sat up again suddenly, struck by a brilliant idea. "Invite her to come with us, then when he's in the pool, you bring down almost to freezing."

"I like the way you think, Milesy." Bobby grinned as he got to his feet and clapped a hand on his roomie's shoulder. "Let's go!" He mustered up what little energy he had left and took off to find her and head to the pool.