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Who: Tommy and Kate
What: Having coffee and making fun of each others' accents and maybe some mantears idk
Where: A coffeeshop near Kate's house -- lady's choice
When: After this post
Warnings: None yet

Tommy speeds over to Kate's and he's knocking on the door before he even finishes sending her a reply over the CiD. He pushest his goggles up on his forehead when he comes to a stop. It spikes his bangs up into a mess, but in his opinion he looks good any time, so he's not embarrassed at all about it. Instead, he waves when the door opens, and grins maybe a little wider than usual, to cover the fact that his mood isn't exactly the best. It'll even out when he distracts himself with Kate's company.

"Yo. What's goin' on?"

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Kate's been hanging around the gang long enough to tell when one of them is faking it. She's even pulled the act herself, so right now, she isn't going to call Tommy out on it. Besides, he was practically rejected by his grandfather. Erik Lensherr isn't the best person in the world, but even Kate knows sometimes people want to be accepted regardless of what the other person has done. This is one of those times.

When she opens the door, it's only a crack large enough for Tommy to push it the rest of the way. Kate's not being rude; she's actually showing her comfort where she no longer considers him a guest.

"Nothing really," she mumbles, tossing the hammer she's holding onto a pile of wood and screws. "Give me a minute to change and we can leave."

"'Kay." Tommy nods and leans back against the shut door... for about five seconds. He's not really one for standing still on a good day, after all, so the moment Kate leaves the room, he starts checking her place out, poking through the construction work, and generally being nosy. He's back to where he was by the time Kate comes back, but there's a thin cloud of wood dust floating through the air that he couldn't get rid of, so she'll probably figure out what he was up to.

Out of her sweats and into a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a long sleeved shirt, Kate heads out of her bedroom ten minutes later. The dust has settled, but this is Tommy and he is in her apartment where he's never been before. Chances are, he's touched something.

"You are really nosy. I didn't invite you over to poke through my stuff."

"But you did invite me in, which means you knew what was gonna happen." Tommy shrugs and looks completely unapologetic. "Plus, I just looked around a little. I mean, it's not like I went through your panty drawers or anything."

"If you even think about it, I'll stick an arrow so far up where the sun doesn't shine, not even Billy can think of a spell to take it out." An empty threat, but a threat nonetheless. Maybe it'll be one strong enough to deter Tommy from any stray thoughts about whether Kate's underwear collection consists of thongs or not.

Grabbing her jacket from a hook near the front door, Kate shrugs it on and nods to Tommy. "Come on before I start noticing things are missing."

Tommy sticks his tongue out at Kate because he is the most mature ever. "Billy can think of a spell for anything."

Honestly, his faith in his brother's ability to fix anything with magic is a little worrying, but Billy hasn't let him down yet. Well, not really.

"Yeah yeah, let's do it, Little Miss Bossy."

It's not like he would have looked, anyway. He's a teenage boy, not a perv. Oh wait, the two are sort of one and the same.

Uh.

Anyway.

"So where d'you wanna go? Somewhere close by or somewhere I have to speed us to?"

"There's a coffeehouse around the corner and a pizzeria across from it," Kate replies in that tone that says that neither one is the best she's ever had and neither one comes close to the food they have back in New York. Young Avengers don't kill, but man, would she ever for a egg bagel with cream cheese.

"Then there are actual sit down restaurants." A pricier option, but she has the money for it. For the both of them.

"I like pizza. Let's do it."

Tommy doesn't have a cash problem, mostly because he has light fingers (stealing is wrong, but if criminals have cash in their pockets, well...) but he doesn't really like sit down restaurants when he's feeling this way. They never have enough exits and he ends up feeling claustrophobic.

"Which way do we go?"

"This way." Whether he likes it or not, Kate's paying for his slice (or four. He's a growing boy after all.) She can't make up for Magneto's behavior or anybody else's behavior in Tommy's life, but she can do this and a little more. It's just a start.

Down the block and a sharp right gets them to the pizza place that's relatively empty for this time of day. No dinner rush yet and it's after lunch, so the midday crowds have gone back to work or whatever activity makes up their day. Kate pulls the door open, holding it wide for Tommy to step through first.

Screw gender roles.

Tommy will bitch and whine a little, but be secretly pleased by the free food. He can understand affection when it's forced on him.

"Huh. Looks like an ... okay place?"

He's never been to this restaurant before, so he stands just inside the doorway, waiting for Kate to give him his cue on what he should do to get his food. Better to do that than accidentally piss off the chef-dude-person and get his drink spit in.

Him bitching and whining a little or a lot is nothing new to Kate. She's experienced in tuning it out at the first word.

"Yeah, it's... okay. It's no Grimaldi's but what can we do?" She steps up to the counter and starts ordering a large pie, half pepperoni and sausage and half plain cheese with extra sauce on the whole thing. "You want anything else?"

You know, teen boy, like another whole pizza for yourself or garlic knots or an entire soda?

Tommy will take all of those with extra cheese, but since he's a thoughtful boy who understands that it's sort of disgusting to watch someone eat an entire pizza by themselves, he waves his hand.

"Nah, it's cool. The pepperoni and sausage part is mine, right?"

Because goddamnit, pizza isn't pizza without meat.

"Hey, I would like a slice too, you know," Kate replies, rolling her eyes, though she smiles.

Look, as long as it has bread, sauce, and cheese, it's pizza. Meat is just an add-on.

"No you don't. All those carbs will go straight to your butt." He snaps that off so fast with such a deadpan that it almost sounds serious... but he's really not.

Your bum is super fine, Kate.

Super fine, perhaps, but she can't help but glance down at it before reaching out to shove Tommy's head sideways. "Now I know how to get you to stop looking at it."

Moron.

Edited 2011-11-14 19:24 (UTC)

"Aaaaaah." Tommy whines and holds his head, overexaggerating a swoon. "The pain! I think you caused some serious damage there!"

He collapses to the ground, twitching dramatically. "The light! It's dimming!"

Yup. The biggest moron.

"There wasn't much to damage in there anyway."

So she says as she steps right over him to get a table. He can stay eat his slice right there if he wants to, Kate doesn't care. She likes to eat like a human being with manners sometimes.

Tommy stops moaning and glares over at Kate's back. "You suck, you know that?"

A quick shake gets most of the dirt off of him when he stands up, and then he's strolling over to the table ~~in slowtime~~ at a normal pace, pouting.

"Soooo much suck. Suck to the five millionth degree."

"And yet, you're still here," Kate retorts as she raises her brows at Tommy.

She means in the general, still hanging out with her, trolling her, flirting with her, still on the team, so on and so forth, way. Though, for her effort, she hasn't exactly sent him away either.

"It's my act of charity for the day. If I didn't hang out with you, no one would, and then you'd waste away from lack of social interaction."

On one hand, he probably should stop. On the other hand, it's just so fun to let loose and snark at someone without worrying that he's going to get attacked or make Mom mad or something. Kate's comfortable in a way that no one else is, except for maybe Billy.

"I had friends before you. I'll have friends after you. In fact, I have other friends that are not you right now."

She's right. There's Claire and Raven and... There's Claire and Raven and that's all that matters right now. But admittedly, which she would never do, Kate would miss Tommy if he wasn't around. He keeps the team on their toes and sometimes, they need somebody to be the class clown.

"Besides, I'd find something else to do over hanging out with people. No big deal."

"Ah, but even though you have 'other friends'," and here he makes quotation marks in the air with his fingers, "I am here and they are not. So obviously I am more important than them. Because I'm your favorite. Right?"

He grins and maybe invades her personal space a bit more, trying to wheedle an admission of affection out of her.

"No. Not really." He is important to her, just like the rest of the team. As for her favorite, that's still to be decided.

"You're here because I offered food and I feel like being nice to jerks." And just like that, she shoves him away. Gently. Lovingly. Maybe.

Tommy flails back from the shove, laughing. "Bitch. You're lucky you're feeding me."

Then he sneaks back in and gives her a one-armed side hug. "I'm glad you're here, y'know?"

"That'll be the first and the last time you call me bitch and keep breathing, you know?" She doesn't really mean it and her tone is the least threatening ever. And Kate actually lets him hug her which shows she doesn't take what probably counts as a term of endearment to Tommy to heart.

"Me too. Only you being here, I mean," she replies, poking him in the ribs. This little family's all some of them got. Kate knows when to appreciate them even if they annoy her sometimes.

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