Dual Pup Post (ota)
You know what sucks? Getting your butt kicked by a girl two inches shorter and about 50 pounds lighter. That, in Jamie Madrox's opinion, sucks. It had started simple enough, a sparring match with Laura. It ended with a thud and several moments later, Laura was heading out as though nothing had happened and Jamie was staring at the ceiling of the ( Read more... )
She didn't intend on drinking it. Just label it with a name, any name, and pop it back in the fridge. She didn't even plan to wait and see who drank it.
While the milk was heating though, she got bored, and started to doodle on the cartoon she was planning on putting it back into. She'd written out Rogue's name in red and green letters, coloring the rest of the package in while sitting on the counter in the back of the kitchen.
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Neither dupe nor original were really feeling all that spectacular, however and as the original almost missed his chair, the duplicate dropped the bag of peas. The bag broke open, a knee smacked on the underside of the table in an effort to not completely topple over and both Jamie's gave the girl a sheepish look.
"Sorry about the noise," they both stated as both started to clean up the frozen food.
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There was a pack of frozen rice at the bottom, and she picked it out, along with another pack of peas. "Here, you...two, should sit." They looked identical, they spoke in the same voice -and at the same time- and she was sure there was only supposed to be one of them. "I'll get the peas on the floor."
What she really meant was she'd toss the remaining peas back in the freezer and sweep the rest to the corner for someone else to pick up.
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"Thanks," the original Jamie said, holding the bag of peas to the back of his head. The duplicate held the rice to it's right shoulder, sighing. And then he was up again, hurrying to the oven where something didn't quite smell right. Jamie moved the little pan of milk off of the burner, stirring it slightly.
"I'm Jamie."
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Shit, what if Rogue did drink it and she was lactose intolerant? Maybe the milk was a bad idea. And the peanut butter too. "I'm Lou." It took her a minute or two to remember and introduce herself.
Too busy wondering about the liquid she'd mixed up. "Is that turned?"
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Looking at the stuff in the pan again, he tilted his head slightly. "What, exactly, are you making?"
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Fraser and Alec did it growing up. Taking anything from the pantry and just tossing it in a pot. Jane got it more often than not, but Lou had her own fair share. The one time no one thought it was funny was when their Mom got it.
Beans, jam, honey, mayo and salmon were not a good combination. "Mix it up, put it in a carton, leave it for someone and," she offered another shrug, indicating to the carton with Rogue's name on it. "If they take it, too bad for them."
She'd need to make up something for Jane later, and see if he'd believe it was from Desdemona.
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The duplicate vanished, reabsorbed and a suddenly pain free Jamie made his way to the large pantry. Pulling open the doors, he started scanning the shelf and soon returned with a jar of off white caviar.
He held it out to her, smirking and shrugging slightly. "Maybe, if we're lucky, someone will think it's tapioca beads."
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"You don't know her or anything, do you?" Lou had bumped into Rogue once and only once, and she was a sort of sweet girl and all, but, like at home, every man for himself.
Or girl.
It's just that way. "Who the hell is eating caviar in this dump anyway?"
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He pulled himself onto the counter to sit, running his fingers through his hair a moment. "How long have you been here, anyway?" he asked as he leaned the back of his head on the cabinet behind him.
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Lou mixed up the newly added ingredients and poured the soup like liquid into the container, pulling a slightly disgusted face but still smiling slightly. "How about you? I'd say 'I haven't seen you around' but I'm usually the stay in a corner till it collapses type."
She'd met a total of five people. And one of them didn't like her much, as far as she could gather, or Logan just didn't do the talking thing at all. Whatever. "And some of these people are a little weird." Like the aforementioned Logan.
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"I just got here," Jamie said as he turned slightly, opening one of the cabinets and digging through it for a box of chocolate chip cookies. He checked them over, satisfied that they didn't have anyone's name on it. Not that it would have stopped him completely.
At the comment about people being a little weird, he smirked and nodded. "Yep." He shrugged. "Not that I have much room to talk. I was my own best friend growing up and redefined talking to myself." He paused and then mentally facepalmed at how that sentence sounded. "In the sense that I'd create a duplicate or two and spend hours playing with them instead of the other kids."
Well. now. If that didn't make him sound like a moron, he'd be surprised.
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The older she got, the more she stayed with her brothers. "Your own company's the best anyway." She shrugged slightly, mouth in a tight smile.
"I have family though, I mean, brothers." She didn't want to sound like she was just making the comment, but then she'd already made it, so there was no way to unhear it.
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"What's that like?" he asked, holding out the box of cookies with an eyebrow raised slightly. "Having siblings, I mean."
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Lou's family came first in everything, Jane so much so that she'd trekked out to Russia for him. "It's like having best friends, regardless of what you do, because they're always there."
Probably not for everyone though, people would probably think her too attached. "You're an only child then?"
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"As it is, I'm an only child, yeah."
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