Scott Summers (summersend) wrote in ic_chaos, @ 2008-10-11 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron lad, morph |
Billy
Who: Billy and Scott
NPCs: ?None?
When: Evening, Saturday, October 11, 2008
Where: Kitchen, Xavier Institute, New York
What: Talk with French Fries
Rating: PG?
After exchanging messages with Billy, Scott made himself put on a hooded sweat shirt over his tee shirt and pajama bottoms and wander down towards the kitchen. He left his hat under his bed, kept the hood down. He hadn't been around anyone and he avoided anyone getting to the kitchen so he was just. Him. Thin. Dark hair. Okay looking. Sleepy.
He made a couple of sandwiches, enough to share if Billy hadn't found the fried food of his dreams, and a couple of sodas, settling at the kitchen table with a scrounged up newspaper and a stub of pencil. The New York Times crossword puzzle was never his bitch, but Scott had dreams. He had dreams.
He didn't look up when Billy came in and he intentionally focused on not changing. It probably wouldn't stop anything, but it was worth a try. "Hey."