Julian fisted a hand and used it to partly cover the yawn that escaped him.
He needed coffee. Or something. Anything to jolt his head awake.
Marathoning Star Trek: The Next Generation the night before set training with Wolverine and Tessa was definitely something worth reconsidering.
He leaned against the counter and sent the girl at the register a winning smile. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Tina. A big one of my fix, please." She shuffled off then, leaving him to turn and survey the area.
Gabe managed not to jump out of his skin. "Keller." He raised his coffee mug in greeting, trying to look like as though his head weren't cracking open from the strain. "Other tables are full."
He'd barely managed to sneak out of the room, let alone the bed where Josh had still been dead asleep on. It wasn't though he didn't want to talk about it or be the kind of douche who left after sex... but Jesus.
Sometimes you need some perspective. Like from a few kilometers away or something.
"Late up watching stuff." He leaned back against the rest, let his head dangle a bit. "And then the old clawed man decided it'd be fun to knock us around a bit."
"Must be nice to be doing something." He shrugs, wincing at the knots in his back making themselves known. "All we kids get is class, class, class."
Gabe patted his knapsack with a weary hand. "And the work that comes with it." He smirked, remembering, "Only last night, Josh'd-"
The memory of an innocent argument about American history melted into something not unlike the sheen of fluorescent lighting on his room mate's skin, sweaty with exertion. Gabe could feel himself coloring, dark red underneath his tan.
"Josh had a cow over the homework." He finished lamely.
Gabe didn't choke on his coffee. No. That sound? Was a slurp. The burning sensation down his throat? Something else. The coffee dribbling down his chin? Hell, he was a boy.
He doesn't throw the sodden napkin at Julian's head. Barely anyway.
"I'm glad that scalding coffee on my skin amuses you, jackass."
That's going to smart later. Gabe grunts, annoyed, feeling put-upon. He didn't need this, really. Not when just last night- his eyes widened. "Oh shit."
Gabe pursed his lips, trying for innocent and unquestionable. "Mutations are don't ask-don't tell thing right? Not everyone gets a flashy power."
Like you do. Jerk. He sits up, drawing the kinks out of realigned muscles and bone. "Sometimes, I Hulk out." Gabe makes a dismissive gesture, "Into this."
You know it's awkward when you'd rather talk about spontaneously turning into a girl rather than your room mate. Seriously.
He needed coffee. Or something. Anything to jolt his head awake.
Marathoning Star Trek: The Next Generation the night before set training with Wolverine and Tessa was definitely something worth reconsidering.
He leaned against the counter and sent the girl at the register a winning smile. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Tina. A big one of my fix, please." She shuffled off then, leaving him to turn and survey the area.
A semi-famiilar face caught his eye. "Yo, Gabe."
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He'd barely managed to sneak out of the room, let alone the bed where Josh had still been dead asleep on. It wasn't though he didn't want to talk about it or be the kind of douche who left after sex... but Jesus.
Sometimes you need some perspective. Like from a few kilometers away or something.
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Though Julian seriously wonders at why Gabe would want to be friends with Foley, he figured well, you can't choose your roommate.
"You look like shit." He chuckles, takes a sip.
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Gabe patted his knapsack with a weary hand. "And the work that comes with it." He smirked, remembering, "Only last night, Josh'd-"
The memory of an innocent argument about American history melted into something not unlike the sheen of fluorescent lighting on his room mate's skin, sweaty with exertion. Gabe could feel himself coloring, dark red underneath his tan.
"Josh had a cow over the homework." He finished lamely.
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He scoffs. "I believe you, dude. Though seriously, why you're hanging with a doofus like Foley is totally beyond me."
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Jesus, of all the people in the fucking academy.
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Julian snickered. "Touch-y." He took another sip, relishing the way it warmed his throat.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave dissing your girlfriend until after coffee. C'mon, Jackson, lighten up."
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He did not choke.
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And nearly fell back (the feet up in the air kind) from leaning too much against his chair.
Thank you for TK.
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"I'm glad that scalding coffee on my skin amuses you, jackass."
That's going to smart later. Gabe grunts, annoyed, feeling put-upon. He didn't need this, really. Not when just last night- his eyes widened. "Oh shit."
Girlsuit is in the house.
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"Whoa."
Congratulations Gabriel Jackson, you have just left Julian Keller stumped.
"Dude... wtf?"
Or not.
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Like you do. Jerk. He sits up, drawing the kinks out of realigned muscles and bone. "Sometimes, I Hulk out." Gabe makes a dismissive gesture, "Into this."
You know it's awkward when you'd rather talk about spontaneously turning into a girl rather than your room mate. Seriously.
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