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Frosted Alliances
Dramatis Personae Sophie, Bobby, Kris
In Absentia	2013-05-22 Bobby and Sophie reach a shaky peace, then Kris has dancemate jitters.
Location <XS> Treehouse
It's getting on in the afternoon; almost time for the sun to start setting, the sky is just a touch dark, wind kicking up a bit and, more importantly, the weather is cooling down. Perhaps due to it having been so warm in the first place, the treehouse is all but abandoned; the only person up here is our plucky young heroine Sophie, who has brought with her a pillow upon which to plop herself. She's dressed in her usual skirt/bike shirts/t-shirt ensemble, there's a floral-print bag at her side, and she is knitting. A scarf. In May. Bobby's outside the window. BOBBY'S OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. Actually, he quick-built himself a pillar of ice upon which to teeter on. This is not the most structurally sound thing in the world, but it is a priceless moment through which pranking can commence. He takes a deep breath, and sitting cross legged and holding onto the edge of his ice pillar, which really does show signs of being about to break, he whispers, with an appropriate shocking frost: "Boo." Right over her shoulder. This before he abandons the crumbling ice-shape and clambers into the window, looking a lot like a crouch-prone Kurt. Either Sophie has nerves of (cold?) steel or she already noticed Bobby, because the 'boo' doesn't get much of a reaction. Though the frost does; she shakes her head a little, lifting a hand to rub her neck, but otherwise ignores the fellow X-Teen for the moment. "Hi, Bobby, " is the best he's going to get, at least until she finishes off this row. Knit knit knit knit... done, knitting set aside, and she folds her hands in her lap all demurely, legs stretched out as she looks over to him. "What brings you to the land of the serfs?" "Are you saying the terms of your indentured servitude knitting wool scarves in May?" Bobby says, standing up proper in the treehouse and putting his chin into his fingers to stroke thoughtfully. Stroke, stroke - he is eyeballing the garment with a deep contemplation. Sodeep. Sophie nods gravely. Crossing one leg over the other, she pushes herself up a bit - started to slip down the wall for a minute, there - and gestures to said garment. "Obviously I'm not going to /wear/ it yet but if I make it now I'll have it for winter, right?" "Like the ant and the grasshopper, or however the story goes, " Bobby says, tapping his chin a couple of times and then pointing at her. "Not many fifteen year olds as forward thinking as you, y'know. Willing to bet I could count them on one hand if I looked around here at the school. Knitting your thing?" Sophie shrugs, gives a little hand-wobble like, 'enh'. "I guess? My gramma taught me when I was little and after she died I got all her knitting stuff, so it's kinda..." She shrugs again, blushing, and folds up her legs to hug them against her chest. "...kinda been a way for me to remember her." After a bit of a pause, there, her blush goes brighter and she points at Bobby, somewhat accusingly. "And if you /ever/ tease me about it--!" "/Relax/, Sophie - that's pretty touching, " Bobby says, pinching his face together in a sympathetic sort of smile. He doesn't reach out to touch her shoulder or anything but you can feel the love in the room here. "You must really think I'm some kind of jerk, but there's nothing funny about a girl who loves her gramma. It's pretty sweet actually." Sometimes Drake actually remembers he's eighteen. The ginger lass settles down a bit, but it's clear from her expression that she's not quite sure how to respond. She unfolds her legs again, though, and runs hand through her hair, finally settling on a little sigh. "Well. Boys at my old school would tease me sometimes." There's a shrug, there. "And you /are/ a jerk. I guess not all the time but you don't really go out of your way to make yourself look otherwise." Bobby screws his lips up to the side and looks out the window as he watches the ice-tower crumble to the ground with a heavier thud than he'd imagined. Ohboy. At least it would melt. "You know you're a good gal. I know I'm a good guy. Do you feel like you have to prove it all the time?" Leaning forward, arms folded on her thighs, Sophie takes a moment to think the question over. And jumps a little, when that tower thuds, but.. well, it's water. In any case it does take her a moment to come up with anything resembling an answer. "I think early impressions count, and when you spend more time blasting ice at people than you do being nice to them, the bad is gonna outweigh the good. If I wanted to play a trick on people they'd know I meant it in good fun because I'm pretty much always nice, but with you some people just kind of figure you don't care about their feelings." "Well, y'know, Sophie? Hate to sound like the jerk you make me out to be, but I'm not about to spend my life worrying about what people think of me. Who is some people? Is 'some people' just you holding a grudge? It's okay to say yes, I won't think any less of you, " Bobby says, raising his brows and looking back over his shoulder at Sophie. He turns around and leans his shoulder against the treehouse. "For what it's worth, if you think I owe you an apology for something, we can talk about it." Sophie starts to pack up her knitting into her bag; she's not just getting up and leaving, mind, just getting her things together. "I don't really want to name names but one of them is me, yes." With a little bit of a sigh, she once again leans back against the wall, clearly just having a hard time finding a comfortable position to sit in. "But I'm willing to accept that maybe I just got the wrong idea and might pass on the message. I'm not saying you need to change who you are, I'm just telling you why people may get the ideas they get." She pinches the bridge of her nose, with another sigh. "You don't owe me an apology or anything, I guess you never actually did anything to /me/, but I get defensive about my friends." "So does everybody around here. It's pretty natural considering the circumstances, life on the outside. I think it's something that living in the Xavier Bubble helps feed - we never really end up having to deal with it and be okay with stuff, " Bobby muses, getting awfully philosophical - for him, anyway. "I'm on decent enough terms with Kris - she actually made me cupcakes the other day. I think we're alright. It's a nice scarf, by the way. It'll be good for winter. Want to test it?" Of course Drake is looking for an excuse to get frosty. "Noooope!" No hesitation there. Sophie shakes her head adamantly. "It isn't long enough and water would ruin my needles, anyway. They're wood and it would swell up and they'd be the wrong size and-- anyway." She clears her throat, shaking her head a bit. "Anyway. Yeah, she said she was going to make you some to apologize, we kind of thought maybe we were rude the other day in the conservatory." Another throat-clear, there. "...Can I ask you a personal question?" "What is it?" Bobby asks, tilting his head a little, and folding his arms over his chest. Sophie scratches the back of her neck. "Do you talk to your parents a lot?" You can tell by looking at her that she knows it's a weird question. That kind of question puts Bobby a little ill-at-ease. He avoids eye-contact with Sophie and puts on an abashed smirk. "Well, I mean, we're on speaking terms, but...why? What's eating you, huh?" Sophie bites her lip a little, shaking her head. "N.. Nevermind, I was just curious. Could you not tell anyone I asked?" She scratches the back of her neck again, looking awkward for a moment, and forces a smile. "So, uh, did you find anyone to go to the dance with yet, anyway?" "Sure thing, Soph, " Bobby says, seeming awfully sympathetic to the idea that parents can be a touchy subject, and all too willing to change subjects as he paces for the ladder. "I hadn't asked anybody - who's said yet, anyway, " Bobby says, screwing his lips over to the side. "What about you? Or uh, did you say you were going alone?" There's a little appreciative smile, there, but Sophie chooses to press on and just abandon that previous subject entirely. "There's... not really anyone I want to ask. I was gonna go with Kris, Kai and Megan but Megan doesn't really want to go and Kris might have gotten a date so it sounds like I might just be hanging out with Kai. He's a sweetheart, just kinda.. in a little brother way." "Well, now you /have/ to give me the scoop on Kris and Megan, " Bobby says, leaning forward and putting his hands on his hips, like she really WAS obliged. "Wh--What? No, there's no scoop." Sophie shakes her head hurriedly. "I haven't talked to her in person, Kris just texted me to say she may have found someone to go with. Megan is just kinda... I'm not sure? She wakes up super early so she was worried about being up too late. I mean, I think there's /probably/ something else going on there but." She shrugs. "I'm really not sure what, so I might just be reading too much into it." "Well, that's disappointing, " Bobby says, with appropriate disappointed expression on his face. He shrugs as well. He gives Sophie another look. "You are a bit of a worrier, aren't you?" "I was afraid you might ask that." Is that... a joke? Hold on to your hats, kids. Sophie manages not to crack a smile to betray her grim facade, but she does eventually give a little nod. "Yeah, I guess kinda. I dunno, I just... don't like it when people are unhappy." Bobby is receptive to jokes, and smiles broadly when Sophie makes hers. "You know, that's a good quality - though it can be hard to temper, and you feel like you've got to please everybody!" Drake feels like he's going into lecture mode, so he quickly shifts gears and purses his lips. "I hadn't heard about the uh. Dance dress code. Is there one? I hate suits, I'll be the first to tell you." Sophie gives a big ol' shrug to that one. "Honestly I have no idea, I always like err on the side of caution with dances. The very first school dance I ever went to I got this like floor-length dress that wasn't super fancy but it was enough to look out of place and.. yeah, it took me a while to live that one down." She holds a hand to her mouth, clearing her throat. "I'd guess probably dress pants and a nice shirt? You're probably fine as long as you don't wear jeans." "Man, was it one of those one o'clock dresses with the shimmering things that looks like you walked out of a jazz bar?" Not that Sophie has any reason to know what that looks like but Bobby is sort of one of those people that lives in his own head sometimes. He is surpressing a laugh. Sophie frowns a little, there, but it's with confusion more than anything else. "I.. don't think so." Indeed, she has no reason to know what that looks like. "It was, uh." She blushes, looking away for a moment, before confessing, "It was black velvet. I even got like, fancy shoes to go with it, I thought it was great but nobody else was dressed nearly as fancy." It's balancing on her head. Like, seriously, Kris is climbing a ladder with a plastic cupcake container on her head. They're not Megan-grade cupcakes of course. But they're still delicious and baketastically unhealthy. Her eyes follow as she peeks over the edge of treehouse, and warbles throatily, "BLACK VELVET IF YOU PLEEEASE." She pauses without climbing in, "Cupcakes?" Bobby's on his way out. "Look, Sophie - we are going to talk about this black velvet dress. This is comedy gold. But seriously - that is super cute. I can not get over that. I think that's Kris down below? Give her my regards, but honestly I have no idea what's going on with her attitude right now. I'm not sticking around for that shit." Ice formulates a little circular slide that leads to the ground from the window. Bobby sliiiiides all the way down. Crazy. What a guy. With Bobby suddenly gone and Kris -- singing?? -- Sophie is left alone in the treehouse, blushing horribly and entirely confused about what just happened. /But no matter/, for quickly enough she pushes herself up to hands and knees, scrambling over to the treehouse entrance. "Get in here!" She'll help Kris in if necessary, then ambles away from the entrance to make room. "You're darn right, cupcakes, pass to the left." She gestures, then, to herself. Kris looks around just in time to see the slide of Bobby's ice and curses under her breath. With a plop, though, she rolls into the treehouse, and sets the box down next to Sophie, "I was TRYING to catch that boy to give him my apology baking. I'm just going to drop it off at his room, with a note. He's harder to catch than greased eel. I know apologizing is hard... but this is athletically difficult, too." "Oh, you decided to make them after all?" Sophie wanders back over to the corner she'd been sitting in, pulls her pillow over, and lies on her side, head resting on said pillow. "He says hi but he apparently didn't feel like dealing with two girls at the same time. We were actually... kind of having a nice conversation?" She frowns a little. Confusion. "It was sort of weird. But, y'know, nice." Kris nods a little bit as she flops down on the floor, spreading out as much as possible, "Well... we all agreed to be nicer to him. Cupcakes seemed pretty nice. Plus, I'm kinda over the pool prank now." She rubs at her nose as if it were itchy, then says, "I'm thinking about putting blue dye in the boys' shower heads, though. Who knows?" After a moment, she lifts the cupcake lid, "Have at it. I've got more I can replace them with. What did you talk about." Sophie reaches over, takes a cupcake, chews thoughtfully on the frosting for a moment before peeling back enough paper to get at the cakey innards. "Just.. y'know, stuff. I told him why I think he's a jerk, he said he doesn't think he needs to be nice all the time for people to know he's a nice guy.." She's simplifying it, a bit. Shrugging, though, she shakes her head a bit and takes a bite of her cupcake. Then continues, mouth full. "I guess he isn't that bad. I've kinda got him on mental probation. Why blue?" Kris shrugs a little bit, then decides to tease, "Well... if ALL the boys are blue, then you might like one of them better instead of perving on me all the time." She giggles, and then says, "I know they're not as good as Megan's, but I hope they're at least okay." She kicks her feet up into the air and then lets them thump back to the floor of the treehouse, "He has his sweet moments. I think you just gotta catch him at the right moment. He has his pride though, too. And he's a little pervy. But in a sort of good way, if that makes sense." She covers her face with her hands, "Oh my God, I can't believe I flirted with someone I barely know. I'm awful, Sophie." Sophie lifts a hand like she's gonna smack Kris, but lowers it soon enough. Too focused on cupcake. And talking with her mouth full; so demure. "Oh, put a sock in it, " is the most biting comeback she can muster for the moment. She swallows her mouthful o' cake and continues, then, "They're good. There's no such thing as a bad cupcake. 'Long as it's not vegan." Shiver. "No one should have to eat egg substitute powder." Pushing herself up to sit upright, she pulls her pillow underneath herself to sit upon it, and shakes her head again. "You're not /awful/! It's totally normal! It's like... flirting with people you already know is sort of just as weird? Maybe even weirder. Don't worry about it, I'm serious." Kris doesn't partake of her own cupcakes, though she is patient enough to let Sophie eat hers, "I think I put too much icing on them." She makes a face and mutters the ingredients to herself in her head before finally nodding to herself. "I made it right... just... maybe too much frosting? I just... like a lot of frosting." As for whether or not she's awful? "But I am. She's new, and I totally ambushed her. She just... kept blushing, and it was so cute, and I just kept thinking: I'd like to get to know her better. Then I got all fluttery in the stomach, and I just kept... going. My mouth was, like, a total traitor. I knew I liked girls a little, but I kinda always expected I'd pretty much just date guys. Nnng. This 'asking to the dance' stuff is harder than I though. Should I become a nun Sophie? Nuns don't have to do this stuff, right?" Sophie frowns, thoughtfully. "Nuns kind of have to do that stuff, I think, but they do it for Jesus instead of cute new students." She takes another bite of her cupcake, but this one is chewed and swallowed more quickly. "Seriously it sounds like you did everything okay. She wasn't uncomfortable or anything, right? Like.. did you think she thought you were weird or was she blushing because you were being cool? /Seriously/, I'm sure everything's fine." Sitting there quietly for a moment, she continues to nibble at her cupcake. "It's a little heavy on the frosting but he'd probably like that." Nibble nibble, think think. "Remember when I was afraid I was being pushy with Megan with trying to force her to go to the dance? Were you being like that? If you /weren't/, then you don't need to worry." Kris keeps her face buried in her hands a little bit, "Ew, gross. Jesus has a beard. I think beards are gross. Anyway, I don't think she was uncomfortable. She DID blush a lot, though. I don't know. I'll make sure she's going to the dance before I ask her again more directly." She rolls over on her side and pulls her knees up to her chest and curls there. "I was derpy as I ever was. Sophie, you didn't tell me this kind of thing was haaaard. Ugh. Why does it feel like there's a little fist of embarassment in the bottom of my stomach?" She reaches over to claim a cupcake for herself. Always better with cupcakes. Omnomnom. Sophie raises her eyebrows. "You couldn't tell just looking at me that it's hard?!" She sounds pretty disbelieving of that notion, but then again, stranger things have happened. "Look, what I think you should do is like, next time you see her maybe apologize for coming on too strong? But then be like, 'but if you want to go the offer's open', or something like that." There's a firm nod, there. "Just kinda... don't be super intense, but don't be ambiguous either, y'know?" Kris groans loudly and rises up on her butt, "Yeah, but it wasn't happening to me! She's cute. But it may be like your professor blueberry... I... I don't actually know if she's gay or not. I'm not sure SHE knows." She covers her eyes, "Sophie, from now on, never ever listen to me. I have poor decision-making skills. I'll go with your idea. It seems... genuine." She eyeballs the ladder now, "She's got a twin. She ever visits, I bet I could hook that up for you." Sophie facepalms, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna go out with your Sophie-clone girlfriend's twin sister." She closes her eyes tightly, shaking her head repeatedly. "It'd be /weird/ and-- and I don't wanna be hooked up, I'd rather just let stuff happen naturally. Anyone you hook me up with, I'm just gonna compare to you-know-who." Finishing off her cupcake, she pulls the pillow out from under herself, lying back on her side and once again using it as a pillow. "So you find out if she knows whether she likes girls. If she knows and she does, great, if she doesn't know, you see where things take you. And if she doesn't like girls, hey, you've got a new pal, right?" She hums, thoughtfully, and rolls onto her back to face the ceiling. "She can be D'Artagnan." Kris' eyes widen a little bit, "But... that would totes make us like sisters, sort of." Pause. "I always kind of wanted a sister." Then for no apparent reason, she pokes Sophie with her toe. "Is it weird that her twin isn't a mutant? I don't know how genetics work." She sighs and picks up her cupcake box, examining it. "I may just not mention it again unless she does. I don't know. I'm a coward." Then Sophie's getting the 'I don't understand' look, "I don't understand. Who's D'artagnan?" Pause. "Is this one of those American things? Anyway... who said anything about girlfriend. That's too far ahead. Why not just start with 'escort to the dance'?" Once again with the palm to the face, Sophie shakes her head. "Sorry. D'Artagnan's. ... Next time I'm in the city I'll get you the cliffnotes for the Three Musketeers, okay?" Taking in a deep breath, she manages a smile, then. "I was teasing, I know she's not your girlfriend, " though there may be a silent 'yet' at the end of that sentence. "I don't get how genetics work either. Um. Are they /identical/ twins or the other kind? If it's the other kind I guess it makes sense but if they're identical you'd think they would both be. But I dunno either, like I said." Kris grins brightly at the girl, "Just get the movie, that sounds like more fun. We can add it into the movie rotation? I am sure they will bless it." She rises, balancing the cupcake box on her head, and starts for the ladder now, "I don't know if they're identical, but they're close, and they miss each other. My heart bleeds for them a little bit. I'm sure you miss your old life, too, Sophie, and for that my heart also bleeds. I am going to bed. But thank you for 'talking me down'." "Well, it /does/ have swashbuckling, and Professor Wagner is a fan of swashes being buckled." There's that little wistful expression of hers, there, punctuated with a dumb smile. "Oh, well, alright. Remind me tomorrow or so to have you check my shoes. For fit. You never know." Giving a little wave as Kris exits, she rolls onto her back to look up at the ceiling. For her own part, she'll hang out here for a while longer before she decides to head in.