Library/Sanctuary
Johnny was exhausted. Disassembled electronics popping up all over the mansion were keeping him busier than usual with janitorial duties, and he'd finally started on the last of his needed credits for his BA as well. He'd managed to spend some time hanging out with Jay, but all his attempts to organize a trip into the city with anyone seemed to have fizzled out. These upscale suburbs just weren't for him. Granted, when he wasn't busy maintaining it, the mansion was a plenty comfy place to live, but he felt caged.
And then there was the matter of her. Melody Guthrie, Jay's little sister. Jay had become Johnny's best friend at the mansion, and Johnny had even volunteered to help Jay's mom get settled at the new farm upstate. The Guthries were, on the whole, great people. The girl just kept appearing around him though, often multiple times a day. There wasn't a whole lot he could expect from his danger sense, since she wasn't a threat per se; and since she could float, no creaky floorboards to warn him otherwise if she was sneaking up on him.
The worst had been when he'd been trapped in his own bathroom for an hour, after the towels had disappeared, and she was sitting on Jay's bed, claiming to be waiting for her brother to show up. Her brother who had given her an earful and shooed her away when he did show up.
Now, here he was, hiding out in the library with all the anxiety levels of a ho who'd been dodging her pimp. He wished he could think of a more relevant analogy, but that was the best he could come up with.
Was it so much to ask for just a normal social life, in contrast to all the mutant-y weirdness? He grunted as he opened an archaeology textbook. "Oh to be a sane mutant in a sane world... Or at least to attract someone that it's not a felony to be interested in."
And then there was the matter of her. Melody Guthrie, Jay's little sister. Jay had become Johnny's best friend at the mansion, and Johnny had even volunteered to help Jay's mom get settled at the new farm upstate. The Guthries were, on the whole, great people. The girl just kept appearing around him though, often multiple times a day. There wasn't a whole lot he could expect from his danger sense, since she wasn't a threat per se; and since she could float, no creaky floorboards to warn him otherwise if she was sneaking up on him.
The worst had been when he'd been trapped in his own bathroom for an hour, after the towels had disappeared, and she was sitting on Jay's bed, claiming to be waiting for her brother to show up. Her brother who had given her an earful and shooed her away when he did show up.
Now, here he was, hiding out in the library with all the anxiety levels of a ho who'd been dodging her pimp. He wished he could think of a more relevant analogy, but that was the best he could come up with.
Was it so much to ask for just a normal social life, in contrast to all the mutant-y weirdness? He grunted as he opened an archaeology textbook. "Oh to be a sane mutant in a sane world... Or at least to attract someone that it's not a felony to be interested in."