JGOB- Saturday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

So, apparently, when you spontaneously turned telepathic, it was pretty easy to figure out you were telepathic

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[firstnameagent]

After his visit to confirm with Agent Barton that it wasn't just him, Coulson decided to run - again, quite quickly - to get some breakfast. His shirt might have some sweat stains after a brisk run like that, but still. Pretty badass.

"Miss Tyler," he greeted while waiting for a danish. "How are you today?" He hoped the danish didn't take long. Not because he disliked Jaye's company. He was just hungry. Probably from all of the spells and enhanced physical activity he was trying out.

[fates_jaye]

"Informed," she said slowly. "What kinds of spells?"

Sorry, had he not said that part?

[firstnameagent]

"Mostly ones that end in fiery explosions," Coulson said. He knew what he had or hadn't said. "Telepathy?" Wild guess.

[fates_jaye]

"Looks like. Why couldn't I get fiery explosions?"

This was also not the first time Jaye'd suddenly gotten powers. She could roll with this one just fine except for everyone's inner voices.

[notmandonna]

Max had wings. Big poofy wings that would've been great if he were a drag queen or Lady Gaga, but right now they were just a bitch to get in the door.

"Hey," he said to Jaye, midway through the process of yanking one wing through the doorway. "Important question. Is the food here good enough to justify this effort?"

[fates_jaye]

"No, but I think you might be committed now," Jaye told him.

[notmandonna]

"Ugh, nooo," he whined. "But the effort I am putting into this is ridic. Just look at all those dead feathers on the floor. Look at them."

He sighed dramatically, still in the doorway. "I've lost all will to go on.

Sure you weren't Lady Gaga, Max? Because with those theatrics...

[fates_jaye]

"They have chocolate muffins," Jaye told him. She figured that might help.