Angelo & John | Monday Morning
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xp_logs'Since the early bird catches the worm, it's a good idea to begin your day as soon as you can - unless of course, you happen to be a worm.' --Edwin Bliss
It was half past six in the morning and John was smoking a cigarette out on the front porch. He really should be doing some light stretches in preparation for that early morning run. He should also probably quit smoking. Hell, he should be doing plenty of other things too, including sleeping in, but he had been the one to text Angelo about going for a run and there was no way he could back out now. It was a miracle he had managed to crawl out of bed though considering he had only just got back to New York late last night.
John let out a yawn and turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Morning, buddy."
Angelo already had his own cigarettes out, healthy be damned, and lit one.
"Morning, Firebug."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did you start smoking again?" Granted he hadn't seen Angelo in a few months since he started doing volunteer work abroad, but they had been keeping in touch via text -- albeit sporadically.
"I never really quit", he said with a wry grin. "I tried, but never got much past cutting down. You know how it goes."
"I don't actually," John responded with a slight smirk. "Never tried quitting." He didn't think it was possible at this point. He was thirty three anyways. He was sure his lungs were already fucked beyond repair.
"It's good to see you, man." Of all the faces he had missed, Angelo's was at the top spot. He was, after all, his brother from another mother. Or something mawkish like that.
"You too, buddy." Angelo shoulder-checked him lightly, in affection. "You staying for long this time?"
John scrunched his face up before he let out nod. "For good, maybe. I got a couple of job interviews lined up for next week. If any of those work out..." He shrugged. He wasn't all too keen about staying put in New York, but he needed to stop wandering around aimlessly. "You're not back with the X-Men, are you?"
"Only as emergency back-up." He shrugged. "I got plenty to keep me busy without going out in the field a lot."
"Is that why you haven't set a date for the wedding? Not getting cold feet, are you?" John grinned at him playfully. He still couldn't believe that Angelo was engaged even though it was old news by now. "You know, at this rate, maybe I'll end up with a wife and then a divorce before you do." Ever the pessimist...
Angelo flicked him in the shoulder.
"Not even remotely getting cold feet. And the day you get married is the day you start shooting ice."
"Mm." He sucked in a lungful of smoke before exhaling it out. "Two equally frightening scenarios." It wasn't like he hadn't been out on dates. It was just a complicated affair what with all the secrets. There was no way he could ever trust anyone so easily that he could simply mention he had the ability to control fire with his mind. It was easier to keep his relationships casual and brief.
"So, aside from not getting hitched to your beau just yet, what else have you been up to?"
"Underground stuff, mostly." He took a draw on his cigarette. "Trying to get things back to a point we can bring X-Corps back."
"Yeah?" He turned to look at Angelo, studying the man for a bit before returning his gaze to where the morning sun was slowly peeking out from behind the trees. "I'm guessing setting up a couple of tables and chairs, hooking up a phone and sending word out that the X-Corps is back through a 'fuck you' note to those mutant haters, and dodging the bullets as they come is out of the question?" John smirked.
Angelo snorted. "Got to admit, it's tempting. But we're not quite there yet, even for that. Maybe in a few months."
"Let me know what happens in a few months then." John flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his sneakers. "It's an eight mile run, Ange. Last one back buys drinks for a week."
Angelo followed suit.
"Better get your money ready, then."
It was half past six in the morning and John was smoking a cigarette out on the front porch. He really should be doing some light stretches in preparation for that early morning run. He should also probably quit smoking. Hell, he should be doing plenty of other things too, including sleeping in, but he had been the one to text Angelo about going for a run and there was no way he could back out now. It was a miracle he had managed to crawl out of bed though considering he had only just got back to New York late last night.
John let out a yawn and turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Morning, buddy."
Angelo already had his own cigarettes out, healthy be damned, and lit one.
"Morning, Firebug."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did you start smoking again?" Granted he hadn't seen Angelo in a few months since he started doing volunteer work abroad, but they had been keeping in touch via text -- albeit sporadically.
"I never really quit", he said with a wry grin. "I tried, but never got much past cutting down. You know how it goes."
"I don't actually," John responded with a slight smirk. "Never tried quitting." He didn't think it was possible at this point. He was thirty three anyways. He was sure his lungs were already fucked beyond repair.
"It's good to see you, man." Of all the faces he had missed, Angelo's was at the top spot. He was, after all, his brother from another mother. Or something mawkish like that.
"You too, buddy." Angelo shoulder-checked him lightly, in affection. "You staying for long this time?"
John scrunched his face up before he let out nod. "For good, maybe. I got a couple of job interviews lined up for next week. If any of those work out..." He shrugged. He wasn't all too keen about staying put in New York, but he needed to stop wandering around aimlessly. "You're not back with the X-Men, are you?"
"Only as emergency back-up." He shrugged. "I got plenty to keep me busy without going out in the field a lot."
"Is that why you haven't set a date for the wedding? Not getting cold feet, are you?" John grinned at him playfully. He still couldn't believe that Angelo was engaged even though it was old news by now. "You know, at this rate, maybe I'll end up with a wife and then a divorce before you do." Ever the pessimist...
Angelo flicked him in the shoulder.
"Not even remotely getting cold feet. And the day you get married is the day you start shooting ice."
"Mm." He sucked in a lungful of smoke before exhaling it out. "Two equally frightening scenarios." It wasn't like he hadn't been out on dates. It was just a complicated affair what with all the secrets. There was no way he could ever trust anyone so easily that he could simply mention he had the ability to control fire with his mind. It was easier to keep his relationships casual and brief.
"So, aside from not getting hitched to your beau just yet, what else have you been up to?"
"Underground stuff, mostly." He took a draw on his cigarette. "Trying to get things back to a point we can bring X-Corps back."
"Yeah?" He turned to look at Angelo, studying the man for a bit before returning his gaze to where the morning sun was slowly peeking out from behind the trees. "I'm guessing setting up a couple of tables and chairs, hooking up a phone and sending word out that the X-Corps is back through a 'fuck you' note to those mutant haters, and dodging the bullets as they come is out of the question?" John smirked.
Angelo snorted. "Got to admit, it's tempting. But we're not quite there yet, even for that. Maybe in a few months."
"Let me know what happens in a few months then." John flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his sneakers. "It's an eight mile run, Ange. Last one back buys drinks for a week."
Angelo followed suit.
"Better get your money ready, then."
