Log: Garrison and Maya
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xp_logsMaya and Kane meet via wolf and have a conversation about responsibility
It was for all intents and purposes a truly blessed day at the Xavier’s Institute. Had she been asked, Maya might have said the combination of a sky so blue it was like looking into a still lake and the picnic food provided by the ever busy Cooks what show caring via gifts of service was what took it from being peaceful to actively encouraging.
Of course, you’d have had to ask her around the current squeals of laughter caused by a wolf who apparently felt sniffing her hair was the activity for the day.
“Why are you so fascinated with my hair?” Maya asked as she pushed his muzzle away gently for the fifth time. “Shouldn’t you be bothering Garrison?”
"You're the one lying down making it accessible to him." Kane said, wandering up as the white menace continued to snorfull her hair. "Although he does it a lot. I think it is a shampoo thing."
“It wouldn’t be so bad if his nose wasn’t so wet,” Maya noted, giving in and giving the big canid menace scritches. “You want some food? I think I over catered for just me.”
She’d managed to drag some of the pool chairs over nearer to the lake and had set up a picnic blanket and basket out just close enough to give her full access to both food and the wine she’d managed to find in Xavier’s extensive collection. She wasn’t anything nearing an expert on wine but she enjoyed the taste, so there was that.
She could feel the slight twitch that always happened when she was close to others but she pushed it down, unwilling to harsh what had been an amazing day because her powers wanted to tell her things about peoples body language.
“You mind if we sign? I can put my aids back in if you need.”
She got by pretty well with reading lips but any extensive conversation would require more.
"I can try, but my ASL is pretty rusty. I might be talking to you or sending you the measurements for the Playmate of the Month." Kane said, before switching to sign language. "R Y celebrating?" He tried.
“No, just vibing.” Maya signed back, giving his ASL a critical eye. “Mind if I correct? I’ve been thinking it might be good for X-men training in case something happens and I can’t hear. One handed sign can be useful.”
"Right now? Not helpful. In general, yes." Kane said, navigated through what he remembered. "I think we should all know it."
“I’ll send you and Scott a list of what I think will be the easiest, most useful signs.” Maya noted with a shrug, her fingers slowing the normal speed of her sign down in deference to Kane’s roughness. She nudged the wolf toward the leftover chicken pieces she’d been about to pack up. . “I want to do more to help, not just grumble from the sidelines.”
"First lesson. Don't feed a wolf chicken. They can choke on-" Kane stopped signing to pull the wolf back by the ruff. "You, you junk addict, no more human food today." He hissed into the upraised white furred ear.
“They’re boneless,” Maya noted with a shrug but far be it for her to get between a wolf and his boy. Seeing that sign was probably going to be impossible she fished out her implants from a pocket and slipped them on. “Do you really think that’ll work?”
She shouldn’t be so amused by what seemed like an ongoing argument between the two but honestly, who could argue with that wolfie face? Garrison must have an iron will.
"He's not a pet." He said and then went back to ASL. "He might be cute but this is a wild animal. Which I seem to have to protect. Like Daisy. It's a Canadian citizen. I have a responsibility."
“He’s something,” Maya noted but she didn’t argue. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen enough Coyote’s in her time to know just because something was friend shaped didn’t automatically make it a friend. “You don’t have to worry about me, Kane, I’m not likely to lose my head over a cute face.”
"That is as common to this mansion as mutation, so don't be offended if I don't trust cake." He signed, the last word obviously incorrect. Or, if not, quite weird.
“Cake?” Maya signed the question with raised eyebrows. “You telling me actions mean more than words, Kane?”
"I'm saying that a cake face is dangerous." Kane signed. "Cake can be dangerous. Cake can cover too many bad decisions and poor judgements. Be too cake, and you risk a lot more than not being cake."
Maya suddenly realised he was talking about cute but using the sign for cake. She couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came out at the realization but she shook her head at Kane to indicate it was fine.
“Cake is definitely suspicious. Wiley even.” she signed. “I’ll make sure to always look out for it.”
"I’m glad. You're an X-Man now, Maya. You need to be more than cake. And there are no cake solutions." Kane said, as the wolf padded back to him. "But you've earned all the trust in the leathers. Anyone who thinks you're just a cake face deserves what they get." Kane got up and heading back towards the mansion. "DR session tomorrow at 8am. Make sure you're on time."
It was for all intents and purposes a truly blessed day at the Xavier’s Institute. Had she been asked, Maya might have said the combination of a sky so blue it was like looking into a still lake and the picnic food provided by the ever busy Cooks what show caring via gifts of service was what took it from being peaceful to actively encouraging.
Of course, you’d have had to ask her around the current squeals of laughter caused by a wolf who apparently felt sniffing her hair was the activity for the day.
“Why are you so fascinated with my hair?” Maya asked as she pushed his muzzle away gently for the fifth time. “Shouldn’t you be bothering Garrison?”
"You're the one lying down making it accessible to him." Kane said, wandering up as the white menace continued to snorfull her hair. "Although he does it a lot. I think it is a shampoo thing."
“It wouldn’t be so bad if his nose wasn’t so wet,” Maya noted, giving in and giving the big canid menace scritches. “You want some food? I think I over catered for just me.”
She’d managed to drag some of the pool chairs over nearer to the lake and had set up a picnic blanket and basket out just close enough to give her full access to both food and the wine she’d managed to find in Xavier’s extensive collection. She wasn’t anything nearing an expert on wine but she enjoyed the taste, so there was that.
She could feel the slight twitch that always happened when she was close to others but she pushed it down, unwilling to harsh what had been an amazing day because her powers wanted to tell her things about peoples body language.
“You mind if we sign? I can put my aids back in if you need.”
She got by pretty well with reading lips but any extensive conversation would require more.
"I can try, but my ASL is pretty rusty. I might be talking to you or sending you the measurements for the Playmate of the Month." Kane said, before switching to sign language. "R Y celebrating?" He tried.
“No, just vibing.” Maya signed back, giving his ASL a critical eye. “Mind if I correct? I’ve been thinking it might be good for X-men training in case something happens and I can’t hear. One handed sign can be useful.”
"Right now? Not helpful. In general, yes." Kane said, navigated through what he remembered. "I think we should all know it."
“I’ll send you and Scott a list of what I think will be the easiest, most useful signs.” Maya noted with a shrug, her fingers slowing the normal speed of her sign down in deference to Kane’s roughness. She nudged the wolf toward the leftover chicken pieces she’d been about to pack up. . “I want to do more to help, not just grumble from the sidelines.”
"First lesson. Don't feed a wolf chicken. They can choke on-" Kane stopped signing to pull the wolf back by the ruff. "You, you junk addict, no more human food today." He hissed into the upraised white furred ear.
“They’re boneless,” Maya noted with a shrug but far be it for her to get between a wolf and his boy. Seeing that sign was probably going to be impossible she fished out her implants from a pocket and slipped them on. “Do you really think that’ll work?”
She shouldn’t be so amused by what seemed like an ongoing argument between the two but honestly, who could argue with that wolfie face? Garrison must have an iron will.
"He's not a pet." He said and then went back to ASL. "He might be cute but this is a wild animal. Which I seem to have to protect. Like Daisy. It's a Canadian citizen. I have a responsibility."
“He’s something,” Maya noted but she didn’t argue. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen enough Coyote’s in her time to know just because something was friend shaped didn’t automatically make it a friend. “You don’t have to worry about me, Kane, I’m not likely to lose my head over a cute face.”
"That is as common to this mansion as mutation, so don't be offended if I don't trust cake." He signed, the last word obviously incorrect. Or, if not, quite weird.
“Cake?” Maya signed the question with raised eyebrows. “You telling me actions mean more than words, Kane?”
"I'm saying that a cake face is dangerous." Kane signed. "Cake can be dangerous. Cake can cover too many bad decisions and poor judgements. Be too cake, and you risk a lot more than not being cake."
Maya suddenly realised he was talking about cute but using the sign for cake. She couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came out at the realization but she shook her head at Kane to indicate it was fine.
“Cake is definitely suspicious. Wiley even.” she signed. “I’ll make sure to always look out for it.”
"I’m glad. You're an X-Man now, Maya. You need to be more than cake. And there are no cake solutions." Kane said, as the wolf padded back to him. "But you've earned all the trust in the leathers. Anyone who thinks you're just a cake face deserves what they get." Kane got up and heading back towards the mansion. "DR session tomorrow at 8am. Make sure you're on time."
