xp_logs | Kyle and Angel (Backdated)

Angel and Kyle reunite, eat donuts, and are super sincere for like .2 seconds. Backdated to July 29.

Angel had made one stop before going to the mansion - for donuts, of course. She made her way down the hall to Kyle's suite with two boxes - two dozen mystery flavor donuts from Count Donutula's.

Her hands were full, so when she arrived at the door she just kicked it once and called, "Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyle, let me in!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Kyle leapt for the door, did not trip over his feet but barely - the ran was half a stumble. "You were gonna TEXT when you got in!" He said, once he'd thrown the door open. "Oh my God did you seriously not text just so you could show up with sugar death?"

"Does that sound like something I would do?" Angel asked, putting on a totally innocent expression over the boxes of sugar death.

"Uh. Yeah." Kyle said, with the 'well, duh' tone the answer deserved. "I thought you were like, another two hours out. What is even wrong with you!" But he was laughing, joyous and delighted. "Okay, how many of these do we eat, how many do we plant, because I can smell the soy sauce on that orange chicken one and I kinda wanna trick Scott into eating it."

"What's right with me is the real question." Angel opened both boxes, looking them over critically. "I mean, they're all mystery, I think it's just a matter of what your nose says is good and what your nose says is good to feed to someone else. But I've just gotta...."

She grabbed one at random and took a large bite, humming. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck that's awful. It's so good to be home."

"I'm doing my best not to cheat!" Kyle protested. "That's why we get the spicy ones, so we bomb my nose before I can make guesses." He picked up a donut with thick white frosting and green sprinkles and eyed it nervously. "Angel I know which one this is. I've -had- this one. I really wanna get Marius to eat this one but how to trick him. How?"

Angel put on a thinking face, like Kyle had just asked her to solve a complex math problem. "Well he certainly won't take it from us if we offer it. Maybe do the usual 'free donuts in the kitchen' post to lure him out, then make sure this is the only one available? Or maybe ask your Almost Wifey to do it. Would she want to participate in donut pranks?"

"I'm not sure, actually. She might, if I asked, but Terry has strong opinions about food." Kyle's grin was a little dopey. "Mostly in making it, in big amounts, which I'm all for, but also - okay, she's very cool with my weird raw egg habit but also she makes this face." He did a poor mimic of Terry's 'I love you but stop' expression mostly made when Kyle ate raw eggs by cracking them into his mouth. "I think it's mostly that sometimes I steal them out from under her while she's cooking so she might be down for pranks."

"Excellent." Angel chewed thoughtfully on her terrible donut. "Wait, have I met Terry? I think I need to meet Terry. Not that like, if I disapprove you can't marry her. I just need to meet her."

"She's great." Kyle said. "I have like, no idea if you've met her. God how do I not know that?" He took a donut from the box, sniffed it, and sighed. "Found the tomato aspic one." He grimaced, took a bite, and then gagged. "God, it's got mayo in it, and tomato jello. Why." Worse, he'd known what he was about to subject himself to. "I really like her. Even if she's going to like, totally refuse to kiss me for an hour after I eat this thing. This is bad. Terry is great." Besotted. Kyle was absolutely. "Seriously though, like, she does all this stuff for the Institute and she's kind of badass. Destroyed like. So many crabs that one time."

"That's so awesome," Angel said, grinning. "And not to be too sincere, but that's really, really cool for you."

She grabbed another donut and took a large bite without hesitation. Then she gagged. "What a properly timed seafood medley donut."