may_day (may_day) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-07-01 12:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | may parker, rosie may kincaid |
Log: May and Rosie
Who; May Parker and Rosie Kincaid
When; Backdated to ... a couple days ago, when Rosie asked May to get the webbing out of her hair
Where; Rosie's room
What; Rosie said she had web in her hair, but that's a lie. It was a liiiie. So they end up sitting and chatting.
Warnings; Unless feeling Rosie up or girls kissing offends you? None.
Webbing! Webbing had been in her hair but Rosie had manipulated it out into a pile by her keypad, a big gob of white goo. It looked a lot like weird swiss cheese. After the whole.... whatever that was, and the events in the med lab, and not feeling that guilty, Rosie had kept to her room, playing online poker. So far, she was up $40 in metaphysical money and had the game paused while she ran around to tidy up. Really, that just meant turning around in her chair and watching the clothes fold themselves into a nice neat mound. When she heard her "hero" coming, she swung around in the chair towards the door and unlocked it, removing the large suitcase from in front of it as well. Hey, you never knew where, or when, people would come after you for trying to kill them.
May opened the door with a flourish. Really, it's nice to have the old Rosie back, even if she's pretty psycho, too. "Rosie! Darling!" It's a hug Rosie gets, instead of a hello. A relieved, friendly, dramatic hug just for fun.
Rosie hugs a little stiff, but then just falls and squeezes May tight. The hold lasts probably too long by normal standards, and she's just fine with that. It may have been dramatic, but Rosie needed it. It's strange. She kisses May's cheek as she lets go, and then points to the pile. "I'm afraid your trip wasn't needed," frowny face, "I already pulled it out."
May needs the hug, too. That whole Mojo thing sucked ass, and with Jack so down in the dumps and not there with her, it had been even worse. She just shrugs, looking over at the pile and making a face. "That's fine. We can just skip right to the lesbian sex, then." It's a joke. Really. Total joke.
...Yeah.
"Really? Damn. I was hoping for some foreplay and popcorn, May." Rosie grins but there's a twitch to her eyebrow that says she's not really joking. It's only three steps to the bed, and Rosie goes and hops on it, patting the rumpled comforter next to her. "So tell me, how's Jackie? Is he that broken?"
"He's numb." May plops down in the offered spot, hugging her knees to her chest like it's a habit. "He's ... yeah. He's numb. Kind of angry, but largely apathetic. I got him to agree to popcorn and movies, though, that's a pretty good sign that he's ... alive."
"Oh." That... doesn't sound too good. Rosie frowns, and moves the few inches over to wrap herself around May from the back, shoving her head into her lap regardless of her knees being in the way. "So what happened to him? I really didn't pay attention."
May uncurls her legs so Rosie can lay down, hesitating for a moment before smoothing her hair back. "Dunno. They just broke up, I guess. I haven't asked for details; I'm still in the sugar-giving stage."
"Huh. No, seriously? Our happy couple broke up?" She tries to not purr with May's hands in her hair. If her mother had been motherly, this would be a usual feeling; instead, it's all sorts of intensely good nerves being hit. "That... that sucks. And Pete, like. He pretty much killed him, right?"
"They won't last." She says it because she believes it, and because she wants it to be true. "They'll get back together. I know Jack, and I'm starting to know Phil. They'll make it." May's naturally affectionate; she's like this with Jack, too, touching his hair, holding his hand. Or used to be, before all this stuff started happening. She grew up like this. "I guess he got into a fight with Pete or something. I don't know. Like I said, no details. Not really."
She makes a clicking noise against the roof of her mouth, "I don't know. Phil's a stubborn son of a bitch sometimes. Unless people are pulling his reins." This is something she, for better or worse, knew a lot about at the moment. Pressing her head against May a little harder, Rosie shrugged the best she could. "Yeah... Pete snapped." Ahem. "I wonder if he'll do it again."
"Hopefully not, now that the Mojo mojo is gone." May rests her hand on Rosie's shoulder -- she'd meant to touch her hip but apparently decided against it. "So ... yeah. My gays are fighting. It kinda sucks, having to take sides. I like Phil."
Hold up. Rosie gives May a quizzical look. "Your gays? Your gays? I thought we had custody." What good is one gay when they come in pairs? Double the advice! "I love Phil, but sometimes I want to pop his head off his neck."
"Yes, mine!" May prods Rosie in the shoulder. "I slept with one of them first. I get primary custody."
"Yes, but I married one. Sort of. That's got to have some merit here, woman." Rosie sticks her tongue out and wiggles. "You know I once proposed to Jack that we split Phil? Every other day, and on Sunday he had a day off."
May sticks her tongue out, makes a face. "I spent the night in Jack's room with both of them once. We dog piled with Elizabeth."
Rosie snorts, "Wow. That's... an orgy I don't ever want to be part of. May, why didn't tell me you swung more than two ways!"
May laughs. "Please. I've been cuddling with Jack since we were kids. Phil's just lucky he got invited to the party." Though he's uninvited now, isn't he? Not cool. "I only swing two. No interspecies erotica for me."
"... Oh really." Rosie knew this, but it's still fun to play the idiot game. "See, I kind of think those bird-aliens are kind of hot. Askhanti? No, uh. Oh, hell. The one who used to be my roommate was one. Birds." She flaps her hands to imitate flying, looking really silly. "Come on, May. You wouldn't go for that?"
"Birds eat spiders," May replies wryly. "She was pretty, though. Chial...?" Distant, but very pretty. "Besides, we're trying to dilute the gene pool, here. I'm only half human, I don't need to muddle it up with everything else."
"But they're alien birds?" Would alien birds eat alien spiders? This is a question for Phil to ponder. "Wait, half human? Did I miss something?" Who's your mama?!
"Well, yeah. Dad's not human." May shrugs. This is old news. "When he was bitten by that spider, his DNA mutated."
"... Oh, duh. I still consider him human," she shrugs. Rosie is a slight mutant elitist, but she does like her humans. May was, is, pretty awesome in her book. "... maybe not the Hulk though..."
"Eh, it's kind of complicated. Dad gets it. All I know is that he's the only full-blooded whatever of his kind. I don't really care. --No idea what you'd call the Hulk. I've heard stories, you know, that the radiation in him killed his first wife or whatever, but that's about it." May rests her hand on Rosie's hip, shrugging again. "Doesn't really matter."
Rosie wiggles. Screw your dad, May, there's a nice warm hand on her hip. She looks down, then back, then down, then back. "You know, May. You probably shouldn't consort with me; they say I'm crazy. You're one of the Good Guys. Good Guys and Bad Guys don't mix."
"Have you seen my track record?" May raises an eyebrow. "I dated a gay guy, an idiot jock, fucked that screwball Heath, and seriously considered a life with Normie Osborn. I can't do much worse."
"Hey, Normie's kind of cute for being evil. I'm so glad you weren't pregnant." And she really means that, too. "I'm sure you could... like, oh. Crap. OK, maybe not." She grins and sticks her tongue out, neener neener.
"What, go make up with him?" May rolls her eyes. "Yeah, no. Fool me once, shame on him, fool me twice, May-is-a-fucking-moron." She tugs on Rosie's hair, her smile going wry. "Not happening again. But I could go for a couple people around here."
"Nah, isn't he in jail?" Does it really matter? Rosie raises her eyebrows, and wiggles her head around in May's lap. "Oh really? Got any one in mind?"
May 'hms' and 'ohs' about it, hemming and hawing before admitting, "Weeeeell, Wes is kind of cute. I suppose. ...You're not too bad, either."
Rosie raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, if you like hairy men." Pause. "Oh really? You think so? Because I was thinking you could web my hair and that would change everything."
"I have metal webshooters." May makes a face, kind of pokes Rosie in the head. "Unless I'm wearing them, you're fine. ---And hey. Wes is adorable, shut up."
"Hot." May should wear them, Rosie can have a fantasy that way. She frowns when May pokes her and juts out her bottom lip. "Yes, but is Wes cuter than me?"
May groans, like it's one of those questions You Just Don't Answer. Kind of like, do these pants make my butt look fat. "Ehh, he ... you know. He's cute. But you have boobs. So no."
At the mention of boobs, Rosie took her own hand and dropped it on her left breast. "You mean these?" Squish squish. "Yeah, you're right: they're better."
May pauses for a moment, and then she's dropping her hand, reaching down over Rosie and squeezing her right breast. "They're nicer than mine. I like your breasts."
"Oh ho." Rosie looked down and grinned, "I see what you're doing Miss May and I raise you..." she winks, and crooks a finger. C'mere darlin'.
You don't get much clearer than that. With a grin, May's leaning down, kissing Rosie firmly on the mouth like she's been staring at it for ... forever and finally got the chance to do something about it. She kissed Rosie when she was with Normie, but this is different, because Normie's a jackass and he's in jail. And Rosie isn't.