xp_logs | Jay & Kyle (guest-starring Alison and Haroun)

It was bound to happen eventually. Kyle and Jay find themselves on each other's bad sides. Testosterone and an atavistic mutation do not go well together. Thankfully, Alison and Haroun manage to stop them before they destroy too much of their suite (and each other).

Jay's mutant manifestation had resulted in many things, one of them being a much increased appetite to provide energy for his new appendages. So despite his desire to become a hermit, he had to leave his room at least once a day to get food or risk badness. Thankfully he could stay out of the kitchen (and thereby not have to see anybody else) because there was some food in his suite's common room. Okay, it wasn't his, but what were Forge and Kyle going to do about it if he ate theirs?

Dressed in only his favorite pair of blue jeans, Jay stuck his head out his door to see if his suitemates were around. The common room appeared deserted. Satisfied, he walked to the fridge, opened the door, and rummaged through it for something semi-edible. Most of the crap was Kyle's, made specifically for his dietary needs, so he skipped over that. But he did find a four-pack of chocolate pudding in the back, and since the sell-by date was just yesterday, he decided to eat that.

Kyle peered up at Jay, not entirely sure how the other boy was managing to eat a pudding cup upside down. Until Kyle remembered that he was the one who was half upside-down and not Jay. "Wow. The suitemate lives. All outside of your room and everything..."

"Ah do that every once in a while," Jay shot back. "Went ta that dance, didn't Ah? Even went out with Forge a few weeks ago." He rummaged around for a spoon, and started eating his snack. Mmm, pudding... "What're ya doin' hangin' halfway over the couch like that?"

Kyle righted himself and shook away the slight dizzy spell that sitting up too fast had brought on. "Uh. Dunno, just seemed like a good idea." He shrugged lazily and flopped back against the couch. "You went out? With Forge? Like went out, went out, or like, just had food and nothing I don't wanna know about..."

Jay rolled his eyes and considered shoving a spoonful of pudding down Kyle's throat. "Yeah, went out went out," he replied sarcastically. "We went to dinner and a movie, held hands the entire time, and when we came back Ah blew his brains out and fucked him up against a wall. Three times."

Kyle stood and backed away before it occurred to him that Jay might just possibly be messing with his head. "Dude, you don't have to go trying to say I'm a bigot. I just don't wanna know about your sex life, or Forge's and double if it’s you guys having a sex life together." He snarled and bit back a low growl.

Jay threw the empty pudding cup into the trash rather forcefully. "Ah'm allowed ta have friends without havin' any kinda interest in 'em. Just 'cuz you've got a hormonally fucked mind doesn't mean that Ah do too." You heterosexist jerk, he added silently.

"I never said!" Kyle growled. "You're... just a big jackass!" He bared his teeth, not sure - or caring - why this was pissing him off so much. Jay was a jackass. "And . . . and you're rude and a jerk and ... and anti-social!"

"Oh fuck off, dog boy," Jay warned, the feathers on his wings bristling in response to his anger. How dare Kyle insinuate such things? Who gave him the right to behave like a complete 'tard? "Ya don't know me, so ya ain't got no place ta judge me."

Kyle dropped into a low crouch, growling and shaking his head. "I know you're a big mopey jackass." The fingers on his hands tightened reflexively, sharp pops and cracks coming from his knuckles. "I don't know you because you never come out of your fucking room to talk to anyone."

A little voice in the back of his head told Jay that approaching Kyle right now would be the stupidest and probably last thing he'll ever do. But his pride was at stake, so he refused to back down. "What Ah been through doesn't matter none ta you, so Ah don't need ta tell ya nuthin'. Nobody, much less you, would understand what Ah've been through and what Ah've had ta deal with."

"Waa. Frickin' waa. You are so fucking emo." Or at least, Kyle would have said that, had the growls been intelligible, and had he been able to compose a sentence in English. Instead, he composed a sentence in slash-slash-growl-snarl-growl, claws and teeth directed at Jay's face and chest.

In retrospect, Jay should have counted on Kyle's reaction. The insults combined with the kid's mutation would inevitably lead to an attack. Of course, hindsight is 20/20, and Jay was not expecting anything nearly as vicious. So even though he fell back and tried to kick Kyle away, he still suffered five shallow parallel cuts on his chest. "Fuck!" he shouted as his healing factor kicked in, closing the wounds. "What the fuck do ya think you're doin', ya shit head?"

Kyle didn't answer, just snarled and swung at Jay some more, blindly slashing at his head. He knew damn well he wasn't a bigot and he'd be damned if he was going to let Jay say something like that about him.

Jay was far from star pupil in beginner's self-defense. But at least he has some fighting skills from rough-and-tumble play with his brothers. So he tried to block most of Kyle's attacks, letting his healing factor take care of the damage. "Jesus Christ, ya freak, stop it!" he shouted as he stepped back.

He was not a freak. Jay, now he was a freak. Big whiney emo loser who never talked to anyone. Enraged, Kyle grabbed Jay's shoulders and tried to flip him over. If Jay wouldn't listen, he would pound sense into his thick skull, with the biggest weapon he had. The floor.

What the hell had gotten into this kid? It was like Kyle was rabid or something. Jay half-expected to see him foam at the mouth. "Get the fuck off!" he cried with a dozen voices, hoping that Kyle would hear at least one of them. And to emphasize the point, he kneed Kyle in the gut.

Something hard and painful in his stomach did nothing to calm Kyle down. It hurt and it made him feel sick and both of those made him even more insanely pissed off. "Fuck. You." he growled, trying his damnest to claw Jay in the face. "Fuck you, fuck you, and FUCK YOU." He voice rose, though he didn't get any more understandable between bouts of deep growls and snarls.

"No! Fuck you, ya fuckin' animal!" Jay held up an arm to protect his face, wincing and hissing in pain as Kyle's claws ripped through his skin, which wasn't healing as fast as it had been earlier. "Oh shit." Was his healing factor running out? Did it have a quota to fill, and then after that couldn't heal any more injuries? He had to get Kyle away from him. Spotting a chair as he backed up, he grabbed it with his free hand and swung it carelessly, hoping the smack Kyle. "Ya like wrestlin', don'tcha? Well how 'bout this!"

Ow. Somewhere in the very, very tiny rational part of Kyle's brain, he noted that being hit with a chair hurt a fuck of a lot more than it looked like it did on television, and wondered just how those guys got back up so fast after being hit with one, because he really didn't want to get up. The chair had clipped him in the shoulder, and his arm, the entire arm, was tingling and sore. As he staggered back to his feet, his shoulder twisted and popped loudly, and he snarled. "That FUCKING HURT." He growled.

The ruckus had by now drawn attention and the door slammed open rather convincingly, Alison staring at the scene within the room from the doorway with a seriously unimpressed expression, Haroun only a few steps behind her. "What the..." Chair on the floor. Two very angry boys facing off with each other. A few feathers drifting down, to join a few more on the floor. The cuts on Jay's arm still bleeding sluggishly. "I think that this had gone on long enough," she said, far too calmly even as she slowly moved to the edge of the perimeter, not quite stepping between both boys. Yet.

"Oh fuck," Jay mouthed soundlessly. So not good. "A-Ah can explain. It's all his fault!" he said, pointing accusatorily at Kyle, as if his mother had just caught him and Jeb wrastlin' around. "This fuckin' maniac jumped me!"

Haroun stepped into the room after Alison, but slowly due to him having to rely on a cane. "Doesn't matter." he said to Jay. "I don't care who started it, we're ending it. Now." He then cracked his knuckles, daring either boy to make an issue of it. "Either of you have a problem with that?" he asked pointedly.

Kyle rubbed his shoulder, wincing. "Jay threw a chair at me." His shoulder made a few more wet-sounding pops as he rotated it. "And said I was ... I don't remember what he said, but it was rude." Which, now that he thought about it, sounded really, really stupid. Punching Jay at the time had seemed like such a good idea, and he couldn't figure out why.

To say that Alison was looking unimpressed was, perhaps, something of an understatement. Along the lines of a mountain falling on your head being perhaps a bit of a hassle. A pointed look at Jay's arm and the slowly healing cuts and then Alison looked back at both of them in turn. At least stepping in the middle didn't seem entirely necessary anymore, with that 'pop goes the anger' phenomenon going on with people apparently not remembering what had started the argument. "Really. I think you're both going to come with us and visit the medlab." A pause, Alison smiling a bit grimly. "Where Hank will do doubt be delighted to see you two." She shot Haroun a sidelong look - they would be working out the details of who had done what to who and how on the way down, and after arriving, no doubt.

Haroun nodded, and then cracked his knuckles menacingly. "I trust we'll have no more trouble out of you two?" he said, the expression on his face fairly daring either boy to try something. Anything at all. "Now get moving!"

"And while we're down there, maybe he can give Kyle somethin' for his stupidity," Jay muttered as he walked out of the room, glaring at Kyle. "Unless that's part of your mutation too." Okay, that was a little childish, but the little ass was begging for it, really.

"Bite me, jackass." Kyle growled. "Unless you want another face full of claws?" Because it wasn't like he could get in any more trouble, he figured. Jay was a mess, there was blood on both of them, and he was probably heading back to Montana first thing anyway, so he might as well get his mouthing off in while he could.

"No, Ah think bitin' people is your department, dog breath." Just keep digging yourself in deeper there, Jay. That'll solve everything.

"At least I'm not a whining broody ... whining thing!" Kyle snarled back. "And I am not a dog. Fuck, I don't call you Tweety Bird, you and Forge don't get to call me a dog."

With a pained sigh, Alison deliberately stepped between them to reach out - and nab Jay's ear. Firmly. Oh so very firmly. "Quit it. Both of you." She had no doubt Haroun would be fine with dragging Kyle off if glowering didn't quite cut it, but she wasn't by any stretch of the imagination putting up with anymore lunacy from either of them. "And don't you give me any sass, young man." The latter was directed at Jay, along with a look likely reminiscent of well... any woman who was also a mother, and who generally wasn't inclined to put up with anything at all anymore about anything at all.

Haroun cleared his throat. Noisily. "Less juvenile stupidity, more walking down to Medical. Or do I have to drag you there?" he inquired with a quirked eyebrow. "That includes both of you - Tweety and Dog-Boy."

"We're walking. We're walking. Sheesh." Kyle grumbled. God, they sounded like parents or something, though, he supposed Ms. Blaire was. And Mr al Rashid was dating Ms. Blaire, so maybe there was that, though he couldn't see him doing the dad thing, really. And also, he smelled like a diesel truck, which had nothing to do with him being parental, but Kyle noticed it all the same.