Brandon Sharpe (snapcrackleboom) wrote in mutatismutandis, @ 2013-04-13 23:24:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | petra, striker |
Thread: Just hanging
Characters: Brandon Sharpe & Petra
NPCs: n/a
Location: Rec Room, Xavier's
Timeline: Friday 12th April, 2013. Evening [Backdated]
Description: Brandon and Petra hang out
Rating: PG
Friday had arrived and Brandon whilst excited for some reasons was also in equal parts nauseous because today was the day where Billy went off on his date with the underwear model and Brandon was sure it would go wonderfully. He couldn't actually think why it wouldn't considering Mike seemed nice, Billy was nice, so why wouldn't it be a great time had by all? And he was apparently a glutton for punishment considering he had offered to be Billy's get out clause if for any reason the date was not going as well as hoped so his cell would be out. Not that he thought he was going to have to use it.
Also because it was cheat day he had abandoned jeans in favour of loose fitting sweat pants and t-shirts for a fitted black wifebeater, but he hadn't done away with the makeup that hid the scar on his face. His hair however was not styled and was left loose around his sharp features, figuring he'd be more comfortable that way.
The popcorn had been popped, the ice-cream procured, coke half inched and Brandon was juggling all of these as he padded through the halls barefooted. He'd left Petra in charge of bringing the entertainment as he'd gone about collecting their snacks, including a box of poptarts.
"Right," he announced as he laid all of the food items on the nearby table. "I think we're pretty set for the night ahead."
Petra's eyebrows lifted at the sheer amount of junk food Brandon had in his arms. He was clearly gifting them with some epic sweet things and she didn't say anything for a moment before she shifted to accommodate him on the couch. She'd had her legs stretched across the cushions, long sweat-pant clad limbs. She bit her lower lip as he approached and sat up properly, feet touching the floor.
She had the TV remote in her hand and the PlayStation remote in her hand as well. She had a small hard drive she'd borrowed from another student plugged in ready to play the downloaded programmes she'd gotten ready for the evening and had just been waiting on Brandon.
"That's… quite a lot of food," she said, "If this were a rom-com, you'd have just gone through a break up." She reached forward and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "I think we are set. I've got some bad TV on the hard drive that I downloaded, so we're pretty much good to go when you sit your butt down." She flicked down to the right section of the PlayStation (she'd had to take some time actually learning how to do it because she didn't know how to use the PlayStation as she'd never used one before) and selected the first file, called BGT: the best of and pressed the 'x' button, though she paused it straight away as she waited for Brandon to get settled.
"Hey, it's always better to have too much choice than not enough." Or so Brandon thought anyways. He'd rather have a plethora then be stuck with limited options because then he'd end up craving something he couldn't have.
He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and took up a position next to her before shifting to get more comfortable. "So, what kind of bad TV are we watching this evening?" He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and placed it on the arm of the couch before he offered the bowl to Petra, just in case she wanted a handful or something before they got started.
As Brandon got comfortable, Petra grabbed another handful of popcorn and pressed the start button. The Britain's Got Talent theme started playing over some clips of some truly bizarre performances (including a man in purple and green lycra farting into a microphone) and a voiceover advising that they would be watching the best and worst of Britain's Got Talent over the past few years in preparation for the new series starting at the weekend.
Petra tilted her head at Brandon. "It's like America's Got Talent, but British." Which, in her mind, made it better and funnier because the British people were even more deluded at times than the Americans. She'd never seen stuff like this before, and the internet was perfect for finding out all of this garbage people called 'reality TV'. "And then after this, there's a couple of episodes of this guy Jeremy Kyle, who's like Maury, I understand, but again, British."
She leaned forward and poured herself a glass of coke. "You want one?" she asked, pouring one for Brandon anyway because this cheat day had been his idea.
Brandon popped a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth and chewed slowly before his eyebrow arched as some very odd sequences of clips began to play and he was starting to wonder if he'd made the right decision. This looked... peculiar.
"Oh, right." He knew of America's Got Talent, but didn't know that Britain had its own version. "I didn't know this existed to be completely honest with you." He crossed one leg over the other and felt the cold press of the bracelet which was rather off-putting truth be told. "That guy did just fart into that microphone, right?" How... random.
At the offer of a coke he gave a nod of his head. "Yeah, please."
"I think they did it first," Petra said around a sip of the coke she'd poured, returning to the couch and handing Brandon's glass to him. "And then America took it in. I mean, they did all those stupid singing shows first too. Simon Cowell then came to take over the United States in his vampiric ways." She chuckled to herself and popped another couple of pieces of popcorn into her mouth.
On the screen, Ant and Dec were talking to someone, and Stephen Mulhern was introducing the show and what they would be watching. Britain's Got More Talent was a behind the scenes, extended cut show. They were doing a countdown of the most surprising and weirdest acts over the last few years.
"Trust me," she said to Brandon, "This is worth it. Once you get past the farting superhero wannabe." She tucked her feet underneath herself and rolled the glass between her palms. "So… have you been good today or has the whole day been a cheat day?"
Brandon took the offered glass and had a few sips before he just tilted his head as a very weird looking man proceeded to introduce the show. He placed his glass on the table and then leaned back, feeding himself a further handful of popcorn.
"Yeah?" He said, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm going to hold you to that, Petra. I really am." He tipped his head to look at Petra. "I have actually been good up until now. I even hit the gym earlier today."
"I thought we were doing that tomorrow?" Petra asked, "To get rid of all the calories and crap food we're stuffing ourselves with today?" She glanced at her stomach before she leaned back. Petra was still putting weight on that she'd lost living in Central Park. She'd been undernourished when she started at the school and the staff had been making sure she was eating as healthily as possible to sort of keep regaining the nutrients she'd been missing out on. She was taking multi-vitamins too.
She took a long sip of her coke and shifted again, feeling unable to get comfortable. A series of the best of 2012 was running with descriptions and comments as it happened from Ant and Dec. There was a fat kid and a thin girl singing opera and, surprisingly, he was very good. In fact, he was damn incredible.
Petra hadn't seen it, and when his mouth opened, her jaw dropped. "Holy crap."
"Oh, we are," Brandon affirmed with a nod of his head. "But I do exercise on a daily basis so today was just a part of my routine." He eyed the way in which Petra was shifting as if she couldn't get comfortable. "You alright over there?"
Of course he was then distracted by the fact a really fat kid and his skinnier friend walked on stage and he could tell by the judges faces that they were expecting something pretty atrocious. And then they opened their mouths and he in particular was fucking amazing.
"Woah, I was not expecting that."
"Tell me about it," Petra muttered before she wriggled again. "Yeah- I'm just- tryna get comfortable. Can't seem to sit in a way that doesn't make me feel like my spine's bending in all the wrong ways." She grimaced at her own discomfort and then glanced at Brandon. "Sorry- don't mean to wriggle so much."
She added, after a moment or so once she'd pushed her hair out of her face, "Is there such a thing as exercising too much?"
"It's alright," Brandon assured her with a shake of his head. "I mean you were stretched out over the couch before, was that comfortable? 'Cause if it was you can put your legs over me. No big deal." Provided she didn't move them too much because yeah he was only human.
"Uh..." Brandon began before he sort of stopped because he honestly didn't know. "I don't know, maybe? I've never really thought about it before."
Brandon's offer was tempting, for her to stretch her legs out over the couch again. But then… that- she didn't know. She hesitated before she nodded, shifting and stretching her legs out. She carefully laid them over Brandon's lap and she swallowed, forcing herself to relax. It was alright, there was nothing wrong with just sitting here stretched and relaxed on the couch.
"I heard if you train too much you can get like, a heart problem." She'd seen it on some gossip website and then ended up on Wikipedia verifying facts. "But I'm not gonna complain. I could do with some time on the treadmill."
Brandon shifted to get comfortable just before Petra's legs came over his lap. "Better?" He asked, tipping his head to regard her through a dark strand of hair. He was fine right where he was provided he didn't need to reach for anything. Like the ice-cream for example.
"Heart problem?" He repeated, lifting an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Huh, guess I ought to watch out for that." Weirdly whilst he saw himself in one way which was completely warped he could turn an objective eye to everybody else. "Really? I think you look great as you are."
"Um, yeah, thanks," Petra muttered when Brandon asked if it was better with her legs stretched out. She felt better; her back didn't feel like it was twisting and she no longer felt like her spine was trying to make nice with her spleen.
She took a sip of her coke, leaving the cup wedged between her thigh and the back of the couch.
"Yeah, you can. Over exertion or something. It's temporary, but it's a bitch or so I heard." She lifted a shoulder and then frowned as he turned his eyes to look at her. Petra felt uncomfortable under the look and pulled the pillow out from behind her back, resting it on her stomach and hugging it there almost defensively. "…thanks? Dr MacTaggart's been watching what I eat since I came here." The good Doctor had taken her responsibility of being Petra's 'caretaker' seriously. Apparently. "But I could probably do with a bit of time on the treadmill. Don't wanna get flabby just 'cause I'm not on the run all the time."
"Not a problem," Brandon drawled. Just don't move too much was the silent plea the young teenage boy sent upwards to a God he'd never really believed in because quite honestly that would be sheer and utter torture.
He took a note of her comments about the heart condition and figured he would have had it by now if he'd done too much exercise. So far so good? He lifted an eyebrow at the weird reaction he got from Petra to his compliment, but he was getting used to the weird at this school.
"Fair enough," he remarked with a nod of his head. "No harm in wanting to keep fit."
"No, no harm at all. You never know, after all, when you'll have to run." Petra offered, eyes back on the screen. She shifted a fraction where she was sitting, just to get that little bit more comfortable, feet moving in Brandon's lap before she went still again. "I guess we need to make sure we're in the best position in case those idiots breach the walls."
She was too afraid of her powers to use them on a large scale. If the school got overrun, she'd leave and look after herself again.
On the screen, there was a very bad Britney Spears impersonator not wearing a whole lot (she was dressed in the see-through, diamante studded outfit that only covered up the private areas). She was writhing inappropriately on the stage and singing badly.
Brandon's teeth pressed together as sure enough there she went with the moving and honestly that just wasn't fair, it really wasn't. Thankfully he breathed and managed to remain focused on the conversation. "Good thinking," he affirmed with a nod of his head. "Better to be ready than not."
Unlike Petra, Brandon wasn't afraid of his powers. He knew them pretty well and knew he could wield them in a way that meant he'd be able to look after himself.
"Holy crap," Brandon said as the bad Britney Spears impersonator proceeded to wiggle her way across the stage before there was writhing and some really bad singing. "Oh that's... horrific, that really is."
"It really is," Petra agreed, it was truly horrific. Why would anyone want to do that on national TV? She shook her head and then laughed at the faces that the judges were pulling, especially when she came to lay herself prone over the panel. "What is wrong with her?"
She paused to take another sip of her drink. "There's some cool stuff coming up though, according to the flick-through I did earlier." The funniest stuff was the two hosts - Ant and Dec - taking the piss from off-stage with their strange accents that made some of their words a little hard to understand.
"It's always necessary to be ready," she muttered, "Can't trust people." She glanced at Brandon. "Mostly."
"She clearly has no shame," Brandon said with a grimace because it wasn't sexy and really she had no place writhing in the way that she was. It was just... disgusting. "And she just keeps going despite the faces the judges are pulling."
He ate a few more pieces of popcorn and offered the bowl to Petra. "You promise cool stuff? Because right now all I can see is a really really bad Britney impersonator and I think the image may be burned into my retinas/."
Brandon looked over at Petra and he gave a quirk of his eyebrow. "Mostly, huh?"
"She clearly has no shame," Brandon said with a grimace because it wasn't sexy and really she had no place writhing in the way that she was. It was just... disgusting. "And she just keeps going despite the faces the judges are pulling."
He ate a few more pieces of popcorn and offered the bowl to Petra. "You promise cool stuff? Because right now all I can see is a really really bad Britney impersonator and I think the image may be burned into my retinas/."
Brandon looked over at Petra and he gave a quirk of his eyebrow. "Mostly, huh?"
"I promise cool stuff," Petra said, helping herself to popcorn when it was offered to her. She thanked him and tilted her head at the screen. "Look, cool stuff." A duo of fairly attractive boys that made up the extreme martial artists Strike came onto the screen.
She rubbed the back of her neck, then realised that she had salty hands and grimaced. Ew. She'd have to shower later. She never got tired of hot showers, hot, beautiful, warm showers. She'd never realised how awesome they were until she didn't have them anymore.
"What?"
Brandon turned his head back around and it was when he saw that an attractive pair of boys had walked out on stage that he felt his throat working in what could only be described as a dry swallow. Wow, they were- Wait, no, they were guys. Brandon cleared his throat, shifted ever so slightly and then rubbed at his hair. "So they are an extreme martial arts team that do... what, exactly?" And then it became apparent and Brandon's eyebrows climbed ever closer to his hairline. "Fuck me, that's awesome." And it really was.
But then there was the ripping of the tops and suddenly there were... naked chests with... muscles and Brandon spaced for a moment until he realised he wasn't alone and he tried to cover up his *distinct* reaction to what was on the television by leaning forward, picking up his glass and taking a few sips.
"Nothing, nothing," he said with a shake of his head.
"Oh yeah," Petra muttered as they spun on the spot and threw themselves around the stage in a rather impressive display of martial arts prowess. Petra watched Brandon pick up the glass and lifted her shoulders as Brandon appreciated the cool-ness of the images on the screen.
They were into the 'good auditions' bit of the show now and the next one shown was a team of french basketball players who were performing tricks with basketballs and hoops which was pretty remarkable.
"If the school basketball team did stuff like this, I'd be more interested in joining," she offered, blithely unaware of Brandon's predicament.
Brandon did sneak a look at Petra out of the corner of his eye, to see if she had spotted or become aware of his predicament. Thankfully it didn't look like she had so he could relax and just shift her legs ever so slightly. There, much better.
He did laugh at her comment and snorted. "You and me both. That makes the sport look a whole lot more interesting."
"It really does." Petra agreed around a mouthful of ice-cream. She smiled and shifted a fraction how she was sitting, but her whole body stiffened when Brandon's hand closed around her ankle to shift her leg. She swallowed past a sudden surge of panic and she withdrew her legs quickly, tucking her toes in the cushions between them rather than resting them over Brandon's knee. What had she been thinking anyway? She barely knew the guy, why would she do that? On the screen, there was a montage of impressionists.
Brandon tried not to be offended by the sudden movement on Petra's behalf and chose to ignore it, glancing at his phone before determinedly turning his attention back to Britain's Got Talent.
The date must be going well. Whatever. He didn't care.
He decided that he needed ice-cream and as such he leaned forward and helped himself to a bowl full of it, sitting back and spooning a large amount into his mouth.
Petra rubbed her hand over her knees and glanced at Brandon as he checked his phone, feeling the irrational need to apologise for pulling her legs back. She just took a breath and wriggled because now she had bent her legs she was uncomfortable again.
She watched him have a mouthful of ice-cream and wondered what was going on with him. He'd always seemed pretty rigorous about his fitness, so the sudden decision for a cheat day? She wondered if this had anything to do with his friend going out on a date. But then she thought she didn't know anything about anything so she figured she'd keep that thought to herself.
The TV show credits eventually rolled as the pair sat in silence and she turned the PlayStation remote back on and flicked to another TV show that was called 'Jeremy Kyle USA.' When the opening credits rolled, it flashed up 'I wouldn't kidnap your baby: I don't even know if she's mine' and 'I'm sleeping with your cousin, husband, and I'm in love with your sister'.
Having sat in awkward silence for a little while, Petra glanced at Brandon. "Um- can I-?" she asked, almost apologetically, indicating her request to put her legs back over Brandon's lap.
Brandon was by far the most clueless when it came to himself and most especially when it came to his sexuality. It was a subject better ignored and in particular if he could shove it down until he could bury under another meaningless round of sex. Given his current drought it might explain why ignoring it hadn't been as easy lately.
Once again his eyebrows lifted when he saw the opening credits and the description of the show. Yep, this was definitely really bad TV. "This stuff is going to rot your brain," Brandon shared with a smirk.
He was tempted to tease her, but something about her demeanour told him that teasing would be a bad idea so instead he said, "Sure, knock yourself out."
"It makes you feel better about yourself, though," she said as she shifted to stretch her legs out again. Oh, well, that felt better. She felt the pressure on her lower back instantly get released. "Thanks," she muttered, twisting to get herself some ice-cream. She put the spoon in her mouth, twisting it to make sure it was clean as she withdrew it. That was nice.
She tilted her head, "Brain rotting or not, long as you don't watch it too often… It won't be so bad. And hey, you could look like these people." Some backwater, inbred and severely ugly hill-billy white-trailer trash types came on the screen, buck-toothed and badly dressed.
It really kind of did, especially as the people on the stage really did live some dramatic lives. And man they were... ugly like really fucking ugly.
"That is a very good point," Brandon affirmed with a nod of his head. "Just looking at them is an affront to my eyes." He had a feeling he could say something like that around Petra, but Billy would tell him to quit being mean.
Petra snorted. "Yeah, I feel a little blinded." She tipped her head at him and smiled. This was nice, sort of comfortable, leg touching aside. "You think we can do this on a more regular basis?"
Brandon looked over at Petra and offered a soft far more genuine smile. "Yeah, that would be cool. Really cool in fact." And more friends were always good, especially as he hadn't had many when he'd been younger and growing up.
He then turned back to the Jeremy Kyle show and ate a further spoonful of ice-cream.
This could definitely become a more frequent thing, definitely.