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Post by Iceman on May 8, 2007 10:41:05 GMT -5
Bobby felt like he had slept on all of his limbs wrong; his muscles weren't sore, exactly, they were just tight. He felt sort of tired, but restless at the same time. He'd been feeling that way since he'd woken up hours earlier, and by mid-day he couldn't stand it any more and had changed into shorts and a thin t-shirt to take a jog outside.
That didn't last long at all. Because as soon as he got outside and the sun hit his skin and his eyes, he remembered that it was summer - somewhere around eighty degrees - and he remembered how much he hated summer.
He began to sweat after a minute or so, and after five his running slowed to the kind of moving right in between running and walking fast, where one is still making an attempt to jog, but it's just too slow and ends up looking sort of like the runner is moving in slow motion.
After a couple of minutes, he made a beeline back to the school and darted into the shade of the entry. He slowed to a very slow walk as soon as he got inside, his chest rising and falling heavily and a thin coat of sweat shining on his face. At his very slow pace, looking like he'd just run a hundred-meter dash, he made his way to the kitchen to drink a glass or ten of water.
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Post by Shadowcat on May 8, 2007 20:03:53 GMT -5
Kitty'd never been sweaty. She just sort of began to glow with exertion, and though she might occasionally get a hazy mist of moisture over her limbs, she never got shiny in the face or drained-looking. One of nature's bizarre and random gifts, she'd always felt, imbued on purpose to offset her scatterbrainedness.
She'd showered since her quick midmorning run (which had been a real run, not a shambling jog), though, and her wet hair was up, her glow gone in favor of just-scrubbed pinkness of cheek; no classes today, nor really anything else to be done either, so she was au naturale, though for her au naturale meant not straightening her hair or wearing mascara. Her only nod and presentability had been the wispy bangs extruded from her tight ponytail to cover The Forehead. She was contentedly buttering a piece of bread for a grilled cheese sandwich when Bobby came in, looking utterly defeated.
"What happened to you?" she asked, making a concerned face. He was awful sweaty, and not the healthy kind of sweaty; more like the feverish gonna-die kind. "You look like you're about to melt."
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Post by Iceman on May 8, 2007 20:56:54 GMT -5
Bobby groaned, his eyes closing as he moved to the cupboard. "Don't say the M word!"
He opened the door and got out a tall glass. He filled it with water, and then went to the fridge. He opened the freezer with one hand as he held the glass to his lips with the other. Only once he had gulped down half the water did he continue. "I went for a run. But it's exactly fifty degrees too hot out there." He still had to pause for a breath in the middle of his sentence, though he seemed to be well on his way to returning to normal. He stood enjoying the cold air from the freezer on his skin.
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Post by Shadowcat on May 8, 2007 21:19:25 GMT -5
Kitty squirted spray-butter into a frying pan and turned on the gas stove. The freezer cooled the room's ambient temperature by about a degree, and the movement of the air cooled the wet skin at the back of her neck, pleasantly crisp in the slight heat of the day.
"It's only like eighty out there," she said, placing the pan on the second-smallest burner to heat up. "I think maybe you need to man up."
Not that she wouldn't prefer its being thirty degrees outside, but still. Jeez.
"I should get you one of those freezy towel things!" she said, somewhat impressed by how quickly he could chug cold water and hoping he wouldn't throw it all up again. "You know, like old guys have around their necks in summer? That'd be hot."
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Post by Iceman on May 9, 2007 9:34:27 GMT -5
(ooc: okay, awww, writing this post made me feel like Bobby and I are still cuddly close in my heart!! Lol!)
Bobby laughed at the thought of wearing one of those 'freezy towel things' as he slid into a stool across the island from Kitty. He set his glass on the counter in front of him and closed his hands together. He shook them as if shaking dice.
"No; it'd be cool," he joked exagerratedly, then immediately laughed appreciatively at himself.
He turned his eyes down to the glass and opened his hands over it. Out tumbled five square ice cubes. He grinned as he bent his head to examine the cubes. "Ha!" he said triumphantly, raising the glass. "Thinking, and talking and shaking, and: Still. Perfect. Squares," he finished, enunciating the last words with an air of mock-smugness. "I still got it," he said in a sing-song tone as he put the glass to his lips. A smile still tugged at his lips, making it more than obvious that he was joking, though Kitty knew him plenty well to know that regardless.
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Post by Shadowcat on May 9, 2007 15:17:02 GMT -5
Kitty made a little groaning noise in the back of her throat, tipping her head back as if overpowered by the awfulness of the pun.
"Hur hur not," she said.
"Ha! Thinking, and talking and shaking, and: Still. Perfect. Squares. I still got it."
"You got somethin'," she said, throwing a piece of buttered bread down on the heated oil in the frying pan, then following it with a piece of cheese and the other piece of bread. "Maybe you should concentrate on doing something valuable with your time, like making me ice cream."
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Post by Iceman on May 9, 2007 18:51:14 GMT -5
Bobby's eyes lit up with Kitty's suggestion, and it was clear that the rusty wheels in his brain were turning. "That would be...so awesome..." he said in a hushed voice.
He stood and hurried to the refridgerator, pulled open the freezer door and pulled out the first tub of ice cream he could find. He turned back to the counter slowly as he searched the ingredients, brow knit in concentration. What he found seemed to disappoint him, and he set the tub down on the counter, staring past it at the smooth marble surface in thought. "But maybe...if I put milk and cream and stuff in a bowl...and shook it around, and froze it..."
His eyes turned to Kitty, narrow as he thought, but his mouth formed a smile; a smile at his own ridiculousness. "Alright. I'm going to do it. Close your eyes."
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Post by Shadowcat on May 12, 2007 17:00:03 GMT -5
Kitty stared in consternation for a moment, then said slowly, "no, Bobby, that would not be awesome. It would be ridiculous."
And yet, she made no move to stop him as he pulled ice cream out of the freezer and read the ingredients. Morbidly interested in spite of herself and with nothing to do while her sandwich sizzled in the frying pan, she propped an elbow on the island in the kitchen and watched Bobby's emotions play across his face with perfect clarity.
"But maybe...if I put milk and cream and stuff in a bowl...and shook it around, and froze it..."
"That's so far not how it works that it's almost outstanding," she said, but Bobby seemed determined.
"Alright. I'm going to do it. Close your eyes."
"You freeze the room over again and I kill you," she said, but obligingly shut her eyes. With them still closed, she said, "remember to put vanilla extract in it or something if you want it to taste like anything other than milk."
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Post by Iceman on May 13, 2007 21:46:51 GMT -5
"Okay, you'll need a bowl..." Bobby said, unable to stop smiling as he moved to the cabinet. He got a bowl and a spoon, and then got an ice cream scoop. He set the bowl down in front of her, ducking his head to peer at her and make sure she wasn't peeking. "Keep your eyes closed."
He then turned to the freezer and opened it as quietly as he could - which, thanks to the suction of the seal around the door, wasn't very quiet. He picked up a tub of ice cream and shut the freezer. Checking Kitty's eyes again, he took the lid off and quickly dished a few scoops into the bowl on the counter in front of her. Setting the tub on the stool out of her sight, he then picked up the bowl.
"Alright...aaand...open your eyes!" he announced dramatically, holding the bowl out to her as if she hadn't been able to hear everything he was doing. "I have accomplished the impossible! Behold, Bobby Crea--Noo, bad name." He snickered, but had the decency to kill the gross innuendo before it got started.
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Post by Shadowcat on May 16, 2007 18:52:41 GMT -5
Kitty opened her eyes and gave the bowl a scathing look.
"Soo," she said, "we just had these little vanilla beans lying around? Bobs, I can see the scoopy marks."
Nonetheless, she picked up the bowl and dug a spoon out of the drawer.
"And you're disgusting," she said, without animosity. "Do you want some?"
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Post by Iceman on May 18, 2007 9:48:24 GMT -5
Bobby grinned as she revealed his little trick. He set the tub of ice cream on the counter again and slid onto a stool. "Get me one," he asked her as he took the lid off, holding the tub with a bit of excitement that clued to the fact that he planned to eat the ice cream straight out of it's container--possibly all of the ice cream that remained.
"You know, I want to do a Danger Room session today. You up for something? I know you don't get frustrated with people, but you can pretend to take your frustrations out on someone." Bobby watched the back of Kitty's head with a smile that was faintly Cheshire Cat-reminiscient. It wasn't the first time he had teased her about how rarely she got really angry. As if she were Mother Theresa or something.
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