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piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is looking tense and uncomfortable, though trying not to, as he makes his way to the suite. He feels bad for what happened to the room, Warren's journal replies seemed mad, and that not only makes him feel guilty, but it annoys him for some reason. . . to add to that Warren was gone and didn't bother to say he was leaving. Piotr grumbles a bit under his breath, and opens up their door, still burnt and messed up from what happened because Ev hasn't been by yet. He steps inside and glances around for his roommate.*

angelusworth: *Warren is in the small kitchenette, dumping scorched newspapers into the garbage can. The top button of his shirt is undone, and his tie is at half-mast, and swings loosely around his neck. There's a streak of soot on his cheek, apparently from his blackened hands. He looks up when he hears the door to the suite open, and chews on his bottom lip.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr closes the door behind him, and looks at Warren, lips pressed together in a straight line. He glances around the room a bit, and clears his throat, searching his mind for something to say.* It is not too bad. *looks back at Warren* What do you want me to do?

angelusworth: *Warren exhales and looks around the living room -- he's gotten most of the little things, like paper and small pieces of wood and furniture, cleaned up so all that really needs to be moved is the bigger things. He points to an end table, scorched and missing a leg, leaning against a wall.* Would you mind moving that out into the hallway?

piotr rasputin x: *coldly* No. *transmutes, getting slightly larger as his skin turns steel. He walks over to the table, easily picking it up, and heads for the door without another look to Warren.*

angelusworth: *watches Piotr move toward the door, and sighs, looking down into his garbage bag. He pulls it out into the room and kneels on the carpet, and is trying to pry out a piece of wood that's jammed in the wall when Piotr comes back into the room.*

piotr rasputin x: *eyes Warren for a moment, and heads over to him* Move... I can get it...

angelusworth: *his eyes narrow a little as he steadfastly refuses to look up at Piotr's face.* I have it, it's fine.

piotr rasputin x: *crosses his arms stubbornly, staring at Warren's back* You can not, or it would be out... just move.

angelusworth: *Warren stops pulling at the piece of wood and rests his hands, palms down, on the top of his thighs. He closes his eyes for a second, and raises his head, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.* Just because you're the one with the real /power/ in this suite doesn't mean that I can't do this. Give me some credit, please.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr frowns, feeling unhappy.. he knew he shouldn't have said that, but he doesn't want to let Warren get to him* Fine... *turns back into his non-steel self, and shoves his hands into his jeans pockets* You could have at least told me you were leaving, by the way.

angelusworth: *swallows, and refocuses on the wood sticking out of the wall. His head drops a little, and his wings with it. his voice, when he speaks again, is almost a whisper.* I know. I'm sorry.

piotr rasputin x: *tenses, his cheeks burning. He doesn't understand why Warren seems so sad all of a sudden, he forgets his annoyance and reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder* Are you okay? *he asks in a low, gentle voice*

angelusworth: *turns his head a little, so the curve of his jaw brushes the back of Piotr's hand. he closes his eyes again, concentrating on that one shared source of contact, and coughs once to clear his throat.* I don't think so.

piotr rasputin x: *almost loses himself at the sound of Warren's reply, and he kneels down next to his friend, spreading his fingers to cover his shoulder* Did something happen in New York? *he tries to catch Warren's gaze, looking concerned*

angelusworth: *without thinking, Warren flicks his wing back so Piotr can settle next to him; it drops down over Piotr's shoulder, and against his arm.* New York was fine. My father's still an arrogant fuck, so nothing's new there. *He looks at the wall for another minute, before turning his head to meet Piotr's gaze.* How quickly can you change, when something . . . bad happens?

piotr rasputin x: *shivers a bit from the feather's touch, and shakes his head a bit* I am not sure... why? Do you think something bad will happen? *his hand moves from Warren's shoulder to his back, rubbing lightly where the wings aren't coming out*

angelusworth: *lets his breath out slowly, and pulls one finger along the wood sticking out of the wall.* This, *he explains* is in there at least three, four inches. That's enough to kill some people, and you . . . you were in here when . . . *he leans back into Piotr's hand, and sighs.* I just worry, sometimes. That's all. Shouldn't, seeing as you're the man of steel and all that, but I see things like this and I just can't help it.

piotr rasputin x: *bites his lower lip, and involuntarily blushes* Oh... I am sorry.. we did not know it would happen. And I was already steel, so... it is okay. I was glad you were not here, because you could have got burned, or... like that piece of wood.

angelusworth: *turns his head to look at Piotr again, and raises his eyebrow slightly.* You mean, skewered on that piece of wood? Yeah. Not my idea of fun.

piotr rasputin x: *sounds heartbroken, knowing he was so careless and Warren could have been hurt* I am -really- sorry, Warren... *he moves his hand away, worried that Warren is mad again*

angelusworth: *drops one hand onto Piotr's knee, and squeezes hard.* Hey. If I had been here, I wouldn't have been hurt -- you would've made sure of that. I /know/ that, Piotr. I trust you. I just don't want YOU to be hurt, either. If you hadn't been steel already, and this hit you . . . jesus. I don't even want to think about it.

piotr rasputin x: *smiles softly, his eyes shining with what can't be described as anything else but love* It is okay.. no one got hurt, so.. let's not think about it, okay? And I will protect you, 'roomie'. *one corner of his mouth curls up in a crooked grin*

angelusworth: *can't help but grin back, and throws his arm over Piotr's shoulder.* I know you will. And it makes me want to protect you back, but seeing as all I can do is fly away for help, we're just going to have to settle for you being careful every now and then. All right?

piotr rasputin x: *leans in a bit, looking happy* Okay, I promise. And you can do more than fly, it just does not have to do with powers.

angelusworth: *laughs and thunks the side of his head against Piotr's.* You're right . . . I can shop, and spend extravagant amounts of money at the drop of a hat, and act as an all-around nuisance when necessary. Oh, and I float well. Comes in handy. You, however *and he points at the wall with the hand not draped over Piotr* can pull that out because you're right, it's in there too deep for me to get it out, and I don't want anyone tripping on it.

piotr rasputin x: *looks over at the wall again* I will take it out. *doesn't move* So maybe when you are flying you can carry a big sword like in Gladiator! *puts his hands together like he's holding a sword, and swings at nothing* Off goes his head!

angelusworth: *leans his head against his arm, on Piotr's shoulder, and laughs and laughs and laughs* I really don't think the Professor would support that, but I'll be sure to suggest it to him.

piotr rasputin x: *looks cheerful* Well Logan has little swords in his hands... if he gets swords, you should have it too.

angelusworth: Oh, Piotr. *wipes his cheek with the palm of his hand, and sobers slightly* I've missed you.

piotr rasputin x: *calms a bit as well at that, his mood seeming to follow Warrens* I missed you, too. *softly* I am sorry again about the drawing... I talked to Alison about it....

angelusworth: *turns his head quickly, his nose inches away from Piotr's ear.* Piotr, I . . . *sighs, exhaling against Piotr's neck.* Thank you, for the drawing. It's beautiful, and I do like it, a lot. Really, I do.

piotr rasputin x: *shivers, and rests a hand on his stomach as it feels tingly and twists. Confused at the reaction, he turns his head to look at Warren, but is too close to really be able to.* She said I drew what you were feeling. So.. I understand that it is personal, and I am not going to show them to anyone, okay? I mean.. I only showed them to Katya, but I will not show any more of you to her even... if it is okay, I mean... if I can draw you still. *stops himself from saying anything else before he can sound like an even bigger idiot*

angelusworth: *pulls his head back far enough to look at Piotr's face -- they're both blushing, and Warren watches Piotr's throat move* You can . . . still draw me, if you want. I'll even . . . sit for you, and pose, or whatever you'd want.

piotr rasputin x: *takes a moment to try and relax, and smiles* I would love that. But you would have to be cleaned up first. *scoots a few inches away and moves his hand up to try and wipe away the soot on Warren's face, and hmphs as it does little more than smudge and spread to his hand* This need a wet towel I think.

angelusworth: *chuckles and closes his eyes* Considering I flew straight up from the city, I could probably use a wet towel all over. *He hums a little, at the touch of Piotr's hand, and then opens his eyes again and smiles wryly.* Hope you don't want a shower tonight, because I think I'm going to use up all the hot water.

piotr rasputin x: *shakes his head, and moves his hand away* I already had one, and the peach smell will not go away. *looks a bit deflated at that* I should not have played with something so... pink. The whole store was pink. I felt like I was inside bubble gum.

angelusworth: You do smell . . . edible, in a way. *settles back on his heels, arm still on Piotr's broad shoulder.* Did you have a good time, panty-shopping with the lovely ladies?

piotr rasputin x: *moves from kneeling to sitting Indian style* Panty and bras was everywhere. I had fun, though.. we went to a lot of stores. I got roller blades. I bought you something, too.. but you don't get it yet.

angelusworth: *pokes a finger between Piotr's ribs and tickles him, just a little.* For some reason, it's easy to see you shopping like that. And oh, a present for me? *laughs* Come on . . .

piotr rasputin x: *laughs, and tries to push the hand away* Tickles will not make me give it to you...

angelusworth: *pokes him again, fingers rubbing against Piotr's sides, and winks.* Please?

piotr rasputin x: *shakes his head, still laughing, and starts backing away* I will not give in!

angelusworth: *slides up onto his knees and slinks after him, moving, oddly enough, like a large winged cat. his fingers dart up to Piotr's armpit and back.* Yes, you will . . .

piotr rasputin x: *swats at the fingers* Nooo.. okay.. I will give it to you.. but next time you go to the New York City you will get me a little statue of liberty? Where the thing lights up.

angelusworth: *sits back, hand resting gently against Piotr's hip.* The next time I go into the city, or at least KNOW I'm going into the city, I'll take you with me, so you can pick it out yourself.

piotr rasputin x: *grins, and sits up* I want to go. Maybe we can go next weekend. This weekend is the barbecue.. you are coming, right? I am making shisherbobs.

angelusworth: *laughs* Well, if you're cooking, then I have to go, don't I?

piotr rasputin x: Hey, I can really cook them! You will like it, or I will make chicken dumpling.. *tugs at part of one of Warren's wings, still grinning*

angelusworth: *eyes closing a little, he purrs deep in his throat, and his feathers flutter around Piotr's fingers.* I'm sure I'd like chicken and dumplings, if you made them . . .

piotr rasputin x: *blinks, and forgets about the present and food* Your wings feel good when you touch them?

angelusworth: *shrugs, and opens his eyes again* Well, my wings feel good when you touch them.

piotr rasputin x: *looks curious and intrigued, and pokes at the wing a bit* Can I pet?

angelusworth: *nods and shuts his eyes again* Mmmmhmmmm.

piotr rasputin x: *gently starts petting the wing, enjoying the feeling of the smooth feathers under his fingers* Soft.... *he's quiet for a long moment, watching his hand as it pets* Warren, did you ever look at people in the city you do not know, and wonder what they are like?

angelusworth: *without opening his eyes* I used to, when I was younger. Make up stories about them, about their lives. Why?

piotr rasputin x: Because I do that a lot, and I was thinking about it when we were shopping. I was thinking if any of them were mutants, too. *runs his fingers along the bone part of the wing, to where it meets Warren's back* I think we are lucky to live here.

angelusworth: *opens his mouth and inhales deeply, trying to maintain control over the spike of arousal that just hit him* . . .yes. Very lucky.

piotr rasputin x: *pushes his finger through the edge of Warren's shirt around the wing, and feels where the bone goes into his back. He runs his index finger along the skin.* Did it hurt when they grew in?

angelusworth: *he swallows once, twice, three times before answering; his skin feels like it's on fire, and Piotr's finger is cool, like the steel under his skin. he tries to answer, but ends up nodding his head instead.*

piotr rasputin x: *can't figure out what's going on with Warren, and moves his hand away* I am sorry...

angelusworth: *drops his chin to his chest, and pulls back just a little, puffing his cheeks and blowing his breath out forcefully at the floor. when he raises his head again, his eyes look a little darker, a little more wild, and his cheeks are flushed.* Don't be.

piotr rasputin x: *stares, feeling half frightened by the look, and half drawn to it. He swallows hard, wondering again why everything seems strange tonight* I.. I am thirsty. Do you want some Coke?

angelusworth: *nods, and fists his hands against his trousers.*

piotr rasputin x: *mumbles, as he gets up* I will go get some. *looks at Warren once more, and then turns and walks to the door and out, as the only Coke left nearby is in the students kitchen*

angelusworth: *holds his hands up, level with his stomach -- they're shaking slightly, and there are deep indentations from his fingernails in the palms. he leans back against the wall, wings spread on either side of him, and closes his eyes.*