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[open thread] Bobby's doing what Bobby does best

Okay, I have been SUPER BORED at work recently because there's very little for me to do right now. So I thought it would be a good opportunity to tip-toe back into our awesomeness! I literally cannot remember almost all of our recent/upcoming plot developments, so let's just... keep this chilled (PUN TOTALLY INTENDED)!

Characters: Bobby, YOU!
Setting: Kitchen
Content: Bobby consumes ice cream and talks to you. (CRYSTAL, WHERE IS LAURA, I WANT SOME B/L ADORABLE AWKWARDNESS)
Status: PROBABLY RUSTY.

[It's been a difficult couple of weeks. The mood in the mansion is low due to Kevin's absence. Bobby's worried, and he hasn't been able to get any more information from Logan or Emma (apparently there's not enough to divulge, anyway); he's been swamped with classes and tutoring work and training; he hasn't been able to spend much time with (his girlfriend? That's a whole other issue) Laura; and he still doesn't know how to deal with John.

So Bobby's sitting in the kitchen with his one fail-proof cheer-up method: a huge tub of ice cream.]

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[Laura's life is fairing more or less the same despite Kevin's disappearance. She feels the worry of the others, feels herself missing Kevin's absence although they have only shared a few moments. But he is gone; she knows this. She had followed his trail and came up empty.

And Laura knows more than anyone about needing to leave. They are both dealers of death; they both walk in a world no one else here can touch. A dark, lonely place that can consume you.

She knows what its like to be consumed by that place. She is resigned at Kevin's absence, but she hopes he comes back.

Her studies, her friendships with Kitty and Josh, her training - everything is fine. Nearly better than fine. She is not peaceful and Laura doubts she ever will be, but she is grateful. Her life is almost normal. And she has Bobby.

She hears him in the kitchen as she passing nearby and takes a detour to see him. It's curious, how she used to avoid him. Now she's sometimes seeking him out, chasing that painful and exciting fluttering in her gut. Despite a few kisses and gentle touches, they have not done much, haven't gone out often. He is busy, but Laura is fine with this. This is no pressure. It is slow, undefined. She likes that.

She turns into the kitchen, spotting him with his usual tub of ice cream.]

Hi.

[At the sound of her voice, his heart takes up a quicker pace and he automatically straightens. The smile that spreads over his face is warm and wide, chasing away his negative thoughts. There's no denying that he lights up in her presence. It's been a long time since he felt this nervous and unsure and exhilarated just from the sight of one girl.

Ice cream has nothing on Laura.]

Hey, Laura.

[She sits down next to him, and after a moment's hesitance, he leans forward to place a very soft kiss on her lips.]

[The soft touch of his lips is somehow still startling even though she sensed it coming, smelled his spike of excitement, saw his hesitation. She barely leans into it, only does so slightly with a furrowed brow and half-open eyes. She likes it - she likes kissing Bobby. That is all she has been able to conclude from kissing him.

It is... nice. Not like other kisses she's had. It is... gentle. He is always gentle.]

[He is... confused by her caution. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, that they'd have to take it very slowly, that it was going to be different to any relationship he's ever been in before. But he can't help feeling the slightest bit of disappointment, though he tries not to show it, smoothing it away with a smile as he settles back in his chair.

He nudges the tub of ice cream towards her, indicates it with his spoon.]

Would you like some?

Yes. [This is the only response she gives him, her expression blank - a mask almost, with emotions leaking out in the green of her eyes and around the corners of her lips. She has done something wrong; she has come up short. This isn't new. What does he want? Men want willingness. They want fantasies. They want sex. What does Bobby want from her?

She takes the spoon from him and scoops up a bite.]

[He is, of course, a little distracted by her mouth as she places the spoon between her lips. He can't help it; she's beautiful.

Except what he's wondering is when he can greet her with a kiss and feel her kissing back. He's wondering how long it will be until she's really comfortable with this relationship, with him.

But he doesn't say anything. Just smiles, and leans back in his chair.]

Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?

I have been training. [Laura's countenance changes, almost drastically so, to anyone observant enough to notice. Any emotions slide off her face, any tenseness and awkwardness in her form filters away. She takes another scoop before returning the spoon to Bobby, her sharp eyes penetrating straight through him.] I am studying architecture. I spend time with Kitty.

You have school. [She says it as a statement, a prompting for him to share.]

[Bobby notices the change, but he doesn't know what it means. For all the progress they've made, Laura is still almost as much a mystery to him as she was when they first met. It's both frustrating and intriguing.

He doesn't mind unravelling the mystery slowly, though. It's not like he's a stranger to that kind of relationship.]

Yeah, and it's been unbelievably busy. Had a lot more kids sign up for tutoring after the holidays, too. And I figure something's brewing, with Kevin and everything, so I've been pushing harder with training...

[He scoops some ice cream into his mouth, savours and swallows before continuing, slumping a little in the chair.]

I'm just feeling tired, I guess.

You need rest. [Laura holds out her hand for the spoon again, fingers brushing against Bobby's when he hands it over. She blinks at the contact, would be lying if it didn't stir something in her. She wants to touch him - now more than before. He looks tired.]

Yeah, I know. [Definitely no arguments here. There is electricity in the fleeting touch of their hands, something that energises him, if only slightly. He sits up straighter in his chair as he moves the ice cream container closer to her.] But there's so much I have to do. So much I want to do.

[Laura doesn't know what to say to that. She's not good at advice or comfort. She eats another spoonful of ice cream and studies the melting treat quietly for the moment.] You overextend yourself.

You think so? [He watches her stare at the ice cream, considering her words.] Maybe you're right. Maybe I need a break.

[He tilts his head slightly to the side, a small and faintly nervous smile on his face.] Hey, take a break with me. We could just... spend some time together this week. Do whatever you want.

[It's not an order, of course. It's a suggestion. Because, really, he's not sure if she wants to spend more time with him. He knows he definitely does, but as always he's not too sure where Laura stands on their relationship.]

[Laura looks up, her gaze wide and blank. She blinks, simply gazing at Bobby for a moment, deciding. It is not a hard decision. Time with Bobby is something she... likes. That is the feeling swirling inside, isn't it? Anticipation. Happiness.]

Okay. This is what you want.

Well, yeah. [He smiles at her, yet something in her impassive gaze causes him to falter for a second.] If - if you want to, as well, I mean.

Yes. I want this. [She says this without pause, without inflection, but for all Laura's lack of emotion, her voice and words are firm. She sees his uncertainty, knows she has the power to eradicate it. She does not want him to be uncertain.]

[Her strong affirmation is enough to reassure him, and his smile relaxes, widens.] Okay. Good.

[Bobby covers one of her hands with his and leans forward to kiss her. The contact is barely more than a slight touch, a light peck, but his smile is still in place as he begins to withdraw.]

A completely OOC comment, sorry :P Just wanted to file this thought away with you guys!

She had followed his trail and came up empty.

Dude, it's Laura. Upon Kevin's return he totally gotsta give everyone stealth tips or something. Or at least drop some hints, hehhe.

how about "I started hanging out with a teleporter."

[John still doesn't know how to deal with Bobby either. He hasn't exactly been tackling his chances to do it considering he hates the fucking prick. When he strolls into the kitchen looking for food he barely pauses at the sight of Bobby; he's long passed being startled by the Iceman's presence or anyone's presence for that matter. (Although Bobby does get a passing "Oh. Look who's eating ice cream. Big fucking surprise" sort of look.)

He scoffs softly and opens the fridge, looking for leftover pizza.]

[Bobby's jaw tenses ever so slightly. He doesn't like not knowing what to do, how to act. Like he told Rogue a few months ago, when he'd thought John was dead, he'd had to deal with it. It had taken a long time, but he'd come to terms with it.

Now, he had no idea how to come to terms with this. With John being alive, and here, and clearly hating Bobby's guts for everything that was and wasn't his fault.

And Bobby knows, too, that John is somehow involved in finding Kevin. He doesn't know how much, but he has his suspicions. It's yet another thing he doesn't know what to do with.

He turns the words over in his head before he says them. His voice is flat and even.]

Any news about Kevin?

[John's pulling out the pizza box when Bobby poses the question, his ex-best friend's voice hard and disinterested. John could laugh at the prospect (or maybe just flay the Iceman alive): Bobby Drake, acting like he knows a thing or two about getting information. He could use a few pointers, like not asking outright.

But still. There's nothing John can do about how annoyance flashes across his features; Kevin is none of Bobby's business. He tosses the box on the counter and flips it open, pulling out a cold slice.]

Yeah. Two months ago he abandoned ship. You haven't heard?

[Okay, yeah, he should have expected that. Bobby looks down at his ice cream, jaw still clenched, allowing himself a moment to let the pang of guilt subside.

He doesn't say anything. He knows that there is nothing he can say that John won't throw back in his face.

Sometimes he thinks it would be easier if he could hate John as much as John hates him.]

[John takes a huge bite out of the chilled pizza, chewing it as he looks over at Bobby, his attention lured by Bobby's silence. And of course he's sitting there looking like he's competing for the Broodiest Brood Ever Award.

John carelessly leaves the box where it is after taking another slice of pizza to eat in his room. He holds it up as if in cheers and turns towards the exit.]

Nice talking to you, Bobby.

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[Nothing's changed about Jono's appetite, actually. He plops down next to Bobby with his own packet of chips -- crisps, as Jono still insists on calling them -- and starts munching.]

[This has become something of a routine. Bobby doesn't even need to say anything in greeting - he just nods at Jono and nudges the ice cream container ever-so-slightly over to him.

Their understanding, when it comes to food and ice cream, is so deep and unspoken it might as well be unwritten law.]

[Jono manages a small grin. And lets out a little I'm-pretending-this-is-no-big-deal laugh.]

You guys still squabbling?

[Jono shrugs in the general direction of the kitchen doorway, indicating that he heard the last of Bobby's conversation with John.]

[Bobby sighs, but he tries to match Jono's nonchalant attitude.]

I think this might be one of those antagonists-to-the-end-of-time situations.

Ahhh, it's not so bad, innit.

[He catches Bobby's glare.]

Okay, so he can be -- [Jono pinches his thumb and index finger together] -- kind of a douchebag.

[Bobby lets out a rather humourless chuckle.]

That's putting it mildly.

[He has a thoughtful spoonful of ice cream before speaking again.]

You know, I was trying to remember if he's always been like this. And I honestly just... don't know. I mean, he's always been an asshole, but...

[Bobby trails off, because he doesn't really know where he's going with this. So instead of continuing, he just reaches over and grabs a chip.]

[Jono smiles, and this time it actually looks warm and real.]

It's who he is. Leave him be, I s'pose. [Jono's just gotten a bit soft about John, after seeing his concern for Kevin. He doesn't quite know how to express it.]

Yeah. I know. [Bobby responds with a very small smile of his own.] I kind of wish things weren't so... bad, between him and me. There's just way too much crap for it ever to just be water under the bridge.

[Bobby shrugs, and as he does, he seems to shake off the negativity. This time when he smiles, it's genuine.]

Okay, my angst time is over. How are you doing?

[He nods at the comment about John - there's just no easy reply there. Then he answers with a flat expression -- looks like Jono's back to his usual poker face now, the "I didn't have most of my face to make expressions with" mode set in.]

Not. Good. No sleep whatsoever, except the little catnaps on the couch here and there, and hardly any time to think. Except about what a failure each and every trip to go find Kevin has been. And if this all gets figured out... well, I probably won't even remember how to strum a guitar again after this.

[Bobby's expression softens into something that's a mixture of understanding, concerned, and sympathetic.]

We're going to find him, Jono.

[His voice is firm and reassuring - because Bobby really believes it. It is not going to be like how it was with John. Somehow, Bobby is going to make sure of that.]

[Jono turns to Bobby, his expression still blank. But his next words, he thinks, say it all.]

He's like, a kid brother to me -- you know?

[Bobby nods.] Yeah. I know.

[There isn't much more he can say, and a moment or two passes in silence. Then he reiterates what he said before.]

We are going to bring him home. Whatever it takes.

[Jono taps his metal spoon on the counter impatiently.]

But if so, then, what's the plan?

[Bobby lets out a frustrated noise.]

I wish I knew. Nobody's telling me anything.

Me nither. I'm losing too much sleep over this.

[Jono lets out a quiet sigh and speaks his next words barely audibly.]

Dumb kid.

Yeah. I hope that's all that's going on...

[Because really, it'll be a whole lot easier if Kevin's just being an idiot than if he really believes in the Brotherhood.]

[Somehow, this is enough to elicit a look of anger across Jono's face.]

He is a dumb kid! Either that or completely heartless. He either doesn't know or doesn't care how much we want him back.

[Now he's gotten himself worked up, arms crossed over his chest and everything. Jono and Bobby have finished up the last of their chips, and the empty bag is crumpled on the table. Jono's eyes start glowing orange-red as he stares at it, fuming, and the weak energy from them causes some wisps of smoke to rise from the bag.]

Uh-oh. Put it out, Bobby. Put it out!!

[Bobby's response is automatic - almost as soon as the words are out of Jono's mouth, a small stream of ice is dousing the smoking chip packet.

Bobby reaches over to pat Jono on the shoulder. And knowing that the pun will make him smile, he says:]

Chill, man.

[Well, Bobby, you get an eye roll for that one.]

I should work on honing that one. [Jono's eyes flash for another second longer before cooling and returning to normal.]

[Bobby lets out a small sigh and rubs his cold hand over his face.]

I don't like this any more than you do. I just wish someone would let me do something. I just... I can't let this happen again. I can't.

[Jono completely shares this frustration right now.]

I know. I feel so... useless. I'm just... letting him down right now.

Yeah. I kind of know what you mean.

[There isn't a lot of ice cream left, and what's left is a melted mess. Bobby re-freezes it and passes the container to Jono.]

Here. You finish it.

[It's a very small and insignificant gesture, but it's Bobby, and it's the last of his favourite vanilla ice cream, so actually - it means a lot.]

[Bobby doesn't need to worry -- Jono knows. And he appreciates. He smiles warmly and then snatches up the ice cream bucket.]

I'll get you another.

[Bobby shakes his head and smiles.] Don't worry about it, man. [Pause.] And... try not to work yourself up too much over Kevin. I know it's no use telling you not to worry, but... at least try and get some sleep.

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[open thread] Bobby's doing what Bobby does best

MINDYYYYY :D /SQUEEZES TIGHT. I AM HERE AND I BROUGHT LAURA AND I WILL SPAM YOUUUUUU.

YAY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND YOUR SPAMMAGE!

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sorry this took so long!

Totally okay! :)

:))))) They are so unsure and precious.

They aaaaare!!! <3

OOC

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LMAO I LOVE THEIR FOOD-BONDING

I hope that was a subtle nod to the Law - the band - as well, haha

I'm sorry, Iris, but I would be lying if I said it was!

Dammit!! Well, you can pretend :D

YEAH IT WAS A TOTALLY INTENTIONAL REFERENCE! XD

Kevin's theme song! Or at least, in my head.

HEE!

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AWWW JONOFAAAAACE

bobbyface. also, this icon's keywords is "jonoface." hahahah.

JONOOOOOOOOO D:

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