Thursday afternoon in the library

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Jamie's Superman story, followed by yet more patented Kitty/Jamie cuteness. 4 out of 5 dentists agree: brush your teeth after reading this log.



x_kitten: *A few minutes after Jamie's last comment, Kitty comes wandering into the library, looking about. She spots him and heads towards him*
Oh, there you are.

x_crowdofone: *grins* Here I am. Next to all the books.

x_kitten: *she blinks and looks around* Well, yes, it's a library...
x_kitten: *looks a little confused*

x_crowdofone: Oh, you must've missed my last comment. I subtly hinted I was near a lot of books. *grin* Didn't want you to have to wander all over.

x_kitten: Oh, I see. Nope, I missed it, but I didn't have to look too far. Poked my head in your room and startled Artie, but he told me you were here.
x_kitten: Did you already tell Artie the story? Because he had the cutest image of you in a Superman cape...

x_crowdofone: Nah, but I was muttering about Smallville while he was in there. Funny coincidence, though . . .

x_kitten: Yeah, that'd probably do it. He's pretty creative,

x_crowdofone: He is. And funny. *grin* And a very good guesser, because that's sort of what the story's about. In my defense, I was seven.
x_crowdofone: What happened was, one day I was reading some of my dad's old comics and it struck me that here was Clark Kent, Kansas farmboy with dark hair. And here's me, also a Kansas farmboy with dark hair. The conclusion was perfectly understandable by seven-year-old logic.

x_kitten: *nods* It's a good defense, probably. Of course, I won't know for sure until I hear the whole story. *She pulls out a chair and sits down across from him*

x_crowdofone: Well, so, here I was, seven years old, convinced I was going to grow up to be Superman. Except I couldn't lift my dad's truck, or see through the cookie jar, or anything like that, so I needed proof.
x_crowdofone: And then I read some more of my dad's old comics, and it hit me. How did Supeman find out he was from Krypton? Well, there was a spaceship buried in the barn. And we had a barn.
x_crowdofone: So one night I snuck out of my room and grabbed a shovel.

x_kitten: *Starts to grin, but doesn't interrupt*

x_crowdofone: Only, there was a lot of barn, and I was already pretty tired, so eventually I sort of dozed off in the hole. Which is where my parents found me the next morning. I'd dug up about half the barn floor, only about a foot deep, and there I was in the middle covered in dirt.
x_crowdofone: So of course Mom and Dad wanted to know why I had to dig up the barn floor. So I told them.

x_kitten: *stiffles a giggle at the image*

x_crowdofone: And they both cracked up laughing, which was good, because I didn't get in trouble beyond having to fill in the hole again.
x_crowdofone: Ever since then, though, my mom always finishes the story with "If Jamie'd just asked first, I could've told him I had the memory of eighteen hours of labor to prove he wasn't an alien. No matter how much it would explain."

x_kitten: *gives in and starts laughing out loud* Oh, that's so *giggle* cute!

x_crowdofone: Yeah, yeah, you haven't been hearing about it at every family reunion. *grin* So that's my Superman story.

x_kitten: Was there a cape involved? Please tell me you had a cape... *she's still giggling to herself*

x_crowdofone: Mom made me a cape the next day.
x_crowdofone: Because, see, I'd taken her good red towel out to the barn with me.

x_kitten: Yeah! *she half launches herself out of the chair and wraps her arms around Jamie* I want pictures...
x_kitten: Surely there are pictures.
x_kitten: There's no way there could not be pictures

x_crowdofone: There are pictures. *returns the hug and pecks her on the nose* There are far too many pictures of my embarrassing childhood. Luckily for me, they're all back home.

x_kitten: Pictures. *she leans forward and kisses him* I want to see picutures of little you! You've been tormenting me with stories of your parents and their love of taking shots of you but I've not seen a one. *a mini!pout appears*

x_crowdofone: Oh, I see. You like me all embarrassed, is that it? Won't be satisfied until every humiliating moment from my childhood is on display, huh? *grins and kisses her again* I suppose I could e-mail my mom about scans . . .

x_kitten: Scans are good... scans can be used as wall paper on my laptop. *she giggles again, laughing into his shoulder* And yes, you're adorable when you're embarassed.

x_crowdofone: Hmph. Well, you're adorable all the time. *tilts head speculatively* So, anything I should know about your childhood?

x_kitten: *She moves back, hooking her ankle around the chair and pulling it closer to him so she can sit down* Nothing particularly embarassing. There's lots of pictures of me in my ballet gear, and a cute one of me hiding behind books that were bigger than me, but I think that one was staged.

x_crowdofone: Probably only because they didn't have a camera the first time. Trade you?

x_kitten: *she leans forward and kisses him again* Deal.
x_kitten: But I meant it was staged because I don't think I could read yet in the picture. I was really small...

x_crowdofone: I bet you learned to read really early.

x_kitten: Oh, I did, but even I wasn't reading dictionaries at 4.

x_crowdofone: Well, maybe not. But I bet it's still an adorable picture.

x_kitten: *she blushes* That's what people tell me anyway.

x_crowdofone: Well, I'll just have to judge for myself, won't I? Even though I'm biased.

x_kitten: Heh. Sounds like a plan. So what are you up to tonight?
x_kitten: Just studying?

x_crowdofone: Pretty much. If you have something better in mind, I'm all ears. *flaps ears with his fingers*

x_kitten: *she grins and reaches a finger out to tap him on the nose* Not an ear...

x_crowdofone: All ears and one nose, then.

x_kitten: Hmm... *she raises an eyebrow then leans forward and kisses him* No... also not an ear.

x_crowdofone: Hmm . . . you make a good point.

x_kitten: *she giggles quietly* And to answer your question, or maybe it was my question, no, I don't really have any plans for tonight. I'm tired of fighting with my computer and don't have any urgent homework...

x_crowdofone: Well, I'm sure we can find something to do. Picnic dinner?

x_kitten: Sounds fantastic. You want to stay here and get some more work done while I hunt up food, or are you mostly done?

x_crowdofone: Nothing I can't finish later. I'll help you hunt.

x_kitten: 'k. *she stands up, offering him a hand*

x_crowdofone: *takes it and stands up too* We should probably start in the kitchen.

x_kitten: *smile* Yes, that is the normal place to hunt down food. Plus, I think the picnic basket is in one of the cupboards down there.

x_crowdofone: Well, then, lead on.

x_kitten: *heads down to the kitchen, holding onto his hand*

Sometime tomorrow Kitty emails Jamie a picture of a 4-year-old her peeking out over the top of an upright standing O.E.D., only the nose and up is visible.

Jamie forwards Kitty the e-mail from his mom, which has the Jamie-asleep-in-the-hole-with-towel-on picture, and "Don't scare this one off, I think I like her" in the note.