xmutanthigh | [open log] another day in the life of julian keller, the kick-ass telekinetic

[...and right into a cushioned telekinetic fall. As in not a fall at all. Ali's stopped an inch from the ground. Unfortunately, Julian still trips over her, rolling over onto his back. Or he would, if he didn't stop his fall, too. It all happens fast and comically, Julian less gracefully than usual finding his footing before using a wave of his hand to flip Ali onto her back, still buoyed by his shield.

He smirks, wipes some sweat from his brow, and slings a leg over her, leaning his elbows down on his knees.]

Anyone tell you that you have the grace of a ballerina? You're welcome, by the way.

Edited 2010-10-23 22:40 (UTC)

Did I never tell you about my stint with the Ballet Russe?

[She's panting a bit, sitting up to wipe her hands on her pants. She's so close she can smell Julian's sweat, and the fact that he hasn't showered yet. She's probably not her freshest right now, so she lets it go.]

And thanks. [She gives him a peck on the cheek.] Even though I'da been fine.

Yeah, but you would have scratched up your pretty face, and I couldn't have that.

[He smirk dips into a smile at the affectionate gesture, and he's relieved that his heart doesn't skip a bit or anything confusing like that. To be honest, he was waiting for it on some levels. But maybe London was just what he figured: a fluke. An odd moment or two. And there's no reason to get pissy and emo and romantic drama movie over Ali if he's not going to pursue her.

He steps back a pace or two and offers her a hand.]

[She takes it, letting him haul her up to her feet, and she brushes herself off, checking her bared tummy for scratches. Satisfied that she's come out of her obstacle run unscathed she sets to work picking the leaves out of her hair.]

True, I do have that date with Forge tonight. I probably shouldn't break my face until after that.

[Oh. His brow lifts a little, his smile lingering but not really reaching his eyes. He's not jealous, just... curious now. And maybe still a little possessive. Concerned, whatever. Forge is still old for her. He's sure that's all he ever was--possessive, that is, but even so. He reaches up to run a slow hand through her hair, helping to push out the mess.]

Since when are you dating the old guy?

Since now. [Ali shrugs, scowling just a little at Julian calling Forge old. Forge isn't old. He's not. Really. Logan, now he's old. She's not sure why she's being defensive, so she dials back the vague.] It's our first date. He's taking me to some restaurant with a name I can't even pronounce, but I get to pick the movie.

Cute. Real traditional. [Julian's tone is dry, but not unkind. He's smirking at the fact that Ali can't pronounce the restaurant's name. But he sensed he defensiveness; he saw her scowl. He throws an arm around her shoulders, lifts a hand to point at her as his head bows towards her face.] You tell him your best friend's a telekinetic and I can kick his ass without lifting a finger. You know, [here he gives her a good-natured smirk] if he breaks your heart.

That's giving me a lot of credit, assuming I've got a heart to break. [She laughs, shaking her head.] You don't need to get all protective older brother on me, Keller. I can handle it. Besides, his watch is a neural disruptor, you wouldn't stand a chance against the Maker.

Anyway, the date was my idea. Jackass 3D came out while we were gone, I've been dying to see it.

[Julian's not sure how he feels about being a protective older brother considering, but hey. That's why he played that card, right? And it's true. He would kick Forge's ass. So he just gives her a bemused smile.]

Sweetheart, telekinetic. He could paralyze every inch of me and he'd still be dead meat. And nice, go see Jackass 3D without me. What a best friend you are.

[Ali scoffs, feigning hurt. As if she wouldn't go see it again with her besty.] Me? What about you, you're all but replacing me with Foley! [She pokes him in the ribs.] I'm just saving myself the ultimate heartache of being dumped, sweetheart.

[He's laughing at her slight about Josh, his shoulder hunching and his face alight with a flashing grin as he steps back to lessen the pain of her little poke.] Ultimate heartache? Oh gorgeous, whoever dumps you will be experiencing the ultimate aching, courtesy of me.

[Ali's just the tiniest bit exasperated at this whole idea that she might need someone else's help in the case of heartbreak. She's a big girl and she can more than take care of herself.]

Ok, Julian. You're my heroic best friend, got it. [She can't help but smile a little at him because she realizes as she says it, that's exactly what he is. Also, a big pain the butt, but that's okay, too.] Really, though, just chill. I'm not some pussy little teenager, I don't need someone else to take care of me.

You chill out, beautiful. [He gives her a look, still bemused, his gaze a little bit soft at her smile.] What kind of friend would I be if I didn't threaten him with bodily harm? I didn't say you couldn't handle yourself.

A less irritating one? [Her eyes sparkle mischeviously.] So, are you ready? We're gonna have to pull some epic Jackass-inspired pranks.

You know I am, sweetheart. All of our others pranks will be looking like a field trip.

[Ali's getting excited at the prospect. It's pretty damn funny to watch her bounce around and babble.]

I was thinking, if we get enough flour, you could float that shit above the roof and antique the whole school!

That could be arranged... [God knows Julian has enough money to buy that much flour. He gives it a thoughtful face, lifting a hand to even stroke his chin.

So, what've you been up to? Back on US time yet?

Getting there. Have a fucking pile of schoolwork to do on my desk though. [He looks super excited about it. Obviously, he hasn't touched it yet.] You?

Not much, still been feeling a little off since the riot. Take a bit more to keep from just walking around glowing all the time, been picking up sound waves from farther away, too. [She stops babbling, twisting her mouth into a wry grin.] I'm working on it though.

Been writing a couple songs, picking up some extra cash at a couple clubs in town. You know. The usual.

[His first knee-jerk reaction is to be concerned, but that's tempered by a small smile. Ali can handle herself, right? It doesn't take much but concentration to control your powers; Julian's learned that many times over.] Sounds like you're busier than me, Blaire.

Not hard to be busier than a lazy slob like you. [She winks, grins.]

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