xp_logs | Sunday, Jamie and Kitty

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During the big argument on the journals about 'Yana, Jamie tracks Kitty down and neatly distracts her from escalating things any further. He also scores a few more points with Lockheed.

Kitty was glaring at her computer. Literally glaring. Now that Illyana had woken up and was just doing the 'sleep until you are better' thing Kitty had given up her watch outside the door in exchange for stomping through the Mansion and snarling at people online. Everyone seemed to have decided it was "Let's attack the people Kitty loves" week, and it was making her very, very cranky. If anyone even looked at Jamie the wrong way she was thinking of defenstrating them.

Jamie had woken up from his nap to find Kitty gone, logged onto the journals just long enough to catch the fallout and fail to talk sense into Angelo, and then went looking for Kitty. As an afterthought, he sent a dupe to the kitchen for some chocolate milk. Chocolate milk might help.

Kitty opened up her journal, thinking of posting something. She was arguing with herself whether she had enough self control to keep from posting something vitrolic to the extent of 'Fuck off, you don't know shit' and didn't seem to be winning the battle. Which is probably why she hadn't started typing yet.

He was getting entirely too used to looking for Kitty in out-of-the-way parlors, Jamie mused as he finally turned up at the door to her room, two glasses in one hand and the carton of chocolate milk in the other. "Yell at me instead of them?" he ventured, seeing her glaring at her computer screen. "It still won't do any good as far as them leaping all over 'Yana, but I give backrubs."

Kitty looked up, her glare softening at seeing Jamie. "They're just... God! They're just being horrible. How many times have they leapt on somebody without any information at all, only to be wrong. And now they're doing it again. They don't know what's going on!"

He shrugged, setting the milk and glasses on Kitty's nightstand and patting a spot on her bed next to him. "They're scared? And 'Yana's the easy target, and never mind that she stopped that big demon from doing anything to any of them. And hey, a crisis isn't a crisis until there's a big fight on the journals about it, I guess. Take a break and have some milk with me?"

Kitty shoved her chair away from the desk, earning a quiet 'Meh," from the dragon on her lap. Picking him up she went to curl up on the bed next to Jamie. "I know that, I guess. It's just... First there's Lockheed, then Marie-Ange decides to take the shit out of Jubes for no good reason, now demons are coming to attack Illyana. I disapprove of weeks like this."

"Angie's still pissed about the fight with Amanda, I'd bet. And that whole delusional thing where she thinks Jubes is flirting with everybody, and I can't even start replying to that because I bust out laughing every time." Jamie kissed Kitty on the cheek and poured her a glass of milk. "But yeah, this week has pretty much sucked. I'd return it for a replacement if I knew where to go."

For once Lockheed didn't say anything when Jamie kissed Kitty. He was getting used to the boy, and it did seem like he helped when Kitty was upset. "I think I'll have to look into that," Kitty muttered, taking the milk with a smile. "It seems like a good piece of information to have. And the fight with Amanda is none of Marie-Ange's business, especially not now they've at least found a calm space in the middle."

"Well, Doug's been practically ignoring her for a while, so she's cranky. It'll pass." Jamie slipped an arm around Kitty's shoulders, pouring his own milk one-handed. "All this stuff does, eventually. Doesn't make it suck any less while it's still happening, but it'll get better."

Kitty managed not to say anything snarky about Marie-Ange, her roller coaster emotions, and lack of attention from Doug. It was quite an achievement, actually. All she said was, "No, it doesn't." She leaned her head on Jamie's shoulder, still pouting slightly, although the glare was gone.

"You've got me, though. And the little guy here. And--hmm." Jamie grabbed a handy saucer, pouring a bit of chocolate milk into it, and held it out for Lockheed to sniff. "All of us deserve chocolate milk right now."

Lockheed snuffled at the saucer for a little bit. It smelled like the 'milk' that had defeated the dreadful Peanut Butter, but better. Cautiously, he lapped at it once, then shoved his snout in it. Oh, this was good...

Kitty smiled at that, although she sighed as the dragon splashed chocolate milk on her jeans. "Yeah, I do. And you make things so much better, love. Thank you."

Jamie smiled back. "What I'm here for. And I think I mentioned something about a backrub . . .?"

"Mmm, yes, you did." Kitty leaned up to press a kiss to Jamie's cheek, then shifted dragon and saucer to the floor. "Sorry," she muttered to Lockheed, "but you're less likely to spill on my bedspread down there."

Jamie refilled Lockheed's saucer by way of apology, then settled himself behind Kitty, brushing her hair out of the way and kissing the back of her neck. "Insert standard pre-backrub remark about how tense you look here," he murmured. "I don't do this often enough, clearly."

Kitty let her head fall forward as Jamie started. "Yeah, but that's cause it's hard to get me to sit still. And yeah, I'm a bit tense. Funny that."

"I don't look enough like a homework assignment, that's my trouble. You'll sit still for a balky programming project." He grinned. "Or maybe I should just start walking around without a shirt on, hmm?"

She turned her head to stick out her tongue at him, then grinned. "Yeah, that could work. I'd be in favor of it, actually, although I suspect I'd fail the classes we have together. Wouldn't pay any attention at all."

"Well, we can't have that. That would be a horror beyond comprehension, you actually failing a class." Jamie inched his hands slowly downward as the knots of tension in Kitty's shoulders began to ease. "Although maybe I'd finally figure out what's so distracting about my shoulders. I see them every time I get out of the shower and I somehow manage to avoid falling over in shock." He grinned. "Well, except the day we got back from Asgard, but I hadn't seen a mirror in three months and I had a silly beard then."

"Yes, you did," Kitty muttered, then realized she wasn't supposed to know about that. She quickly added, "Well, you're the one who keeps staring at me in the bikini, and I manage not to lose my train of thought just because I'm wearing swimwear."

"Well, you're a lot cuter than I am. Proven fact. You're just delightfully oblivious or something." He grinned, leaning forward slightly. "And what's this about my beard, hmm? Nobody took any pictures of it, I know that much. Not even Mom. And I'll remind you that the only difference between a backrub and a tickle is the finger action."

The very threat of tickling had Kitty giggling slightly. "I'm the oblivious one, sure... You do know that cameras aren't the only way to get a picture, right? They've had portraits for millennia and cameras for only a little over a century..." And several of the people in Asgard had a fondness for drawing.

"I've been ratted out, have I? Somebody went and doodled on me?" He blinked. "Okay, that sounded way better in my head."

The giggling intensified. Twisting around Kitty wrapped her arms around Jamie's neck. "That is because you're head is a very, very strange place. They've done studies," she added, then kissed him.