ArchivedLogs:Nighttime Snack

Nighttime Snack
Dramatis Personae Jack and Sergio
In Absentia	2015-08-09 "Kinda feel like an ass saying it...especially now...but I kind of hope this screws with my parents."
Location <XS> Kitchen
The kitchen staff at Xavier's tends well to the needs of its residents. Always cognizant of its students and faculty's dietary needs alike, the menu has a wide variety of choices, and the longtime cook works wonders in the kitchen. The pantry, too, is kept well stocked for those who want to come prepare themselves their own snacks. The shelf, fridge, and freezer space is ample, though if anyone wants to keep their own food there, they'd better make sure it's labeled clearly, and even that is no guarantee it'll last. Pressing the heels of his hands into the armrests of his wheelchair, slowly Sergio rises up onto his feet. His slowness isn’t due to any physical strain, but a matter of avoiding the intense dizziness caused by really, any head movement at all. Cautiously and methodically, he sets a packet of papers aside and opens the cabinet before him, retrieving a cup. All appears to be going well, as he moves over to the refrigerator's filtered water dispenser. Pressing the glass into place, the trickling sound of it filling with water resounds through the otherwise empty kitchen. It’s mid-evening, when the budding telepath would normally already be relaxing in his room were it not for a panicked phone call from his parents and a 6+ hour time difference. Jack's been scarce today, sleeping in and spending extra time in the library. But now he's showing his non-face again. Dressed in a black Nightwing t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, he sort of wobbles his way into the kitchen. He's favoring one leg for one good reason. The other's wrapped in bandages around the knee. He pauses when he sees Sergio, an unseen smile crossing his face. "Hey, Sergio," he greets his roommate quietly. As Sergio turns, a large, easy smile rises up over his face. "He-" The swivel of his head is too abrupt, however, and causes his lashes to flutter momentarily. He sways back, and then forward. The faint trickling sound of the water filling his glass stops as he reduces pressure, and then restarts when he applies it, again. "-ey." Jack frowns as he notices the fluttering. "Careful, man. It'd suck to spill that all over yourself," he tries to joke even if he is concerned. "What's up?" he asks, wincing as he walks closer. Leaning against the counter, he lets out a breath of relief when he takes weight off his injured leg. "I've just been on the phone with my parents," Sergio sighs, removing the cup from the dispenser and bringing it to his lips. He leans his hip against the counter as well, "And my cousin. And my Tutu." His tone is a bit drier than anything usually in his repertoire. As his eyes take in what they can on Jack, he draws up a frown of concern of his own, "What's up with you?" Jack's shoulders slump a little. "They heard about what's happening with the school?" he guesses. "Going public..." Jack trails off, sighing. He's had mixed feelings on the whole thing. When he notices the concerned frown, Jack rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Of course only a sleeve lifting gives away that movement. "I was getting in a little extra training yesterday. Harder training than usual." Sergio ohs quietly, accepting the explanation with a few nods. Jack being slightly older, and with very different powers, it doesn't surprise the other boy that he might be getting extra training. Wetting his lips, Sergio glances down to the small registration packet he'd just set to the side, "Yeah." He blinks in thought, "They are pretending to be okay with it, but my cousin Dani says that they're afraid of what will go down after, well-" He shrugs a shoulder, looking back up, "Everybody already knows the name of the school I'm at, y'know?" ... "They're worried about my grandparents' shop." Jack lets out a breath. He feels bad about not letting Sergio in on the club but he's pretty sure the school still isn't a place to discuss it. He's planning on telling him about it next time they head out together though. He listens quietly as Sergio explains what's going on and his shoulders slump a little. "Damn..." he murmurs. "After everything yesterday I didn't...you think people will give them trouble?" he asks. "It's-" Sergio starts to explain, looking up into the corners of his eyes in thought and then, back. "It's a very close knit community. And no one is ...different." He gulps, looking down into his water. "It's probably nothing, right?" His voice rises in pitch slightly. Jack looks as worried as empty clothes can. "Oh man," he murmurs. "I sure hope so," he says. "You said your family was all okay with the mutant thing, right?" he frowns, looking down. "What about the rest of the uh...community? Any idea what their...deal with people like us is?" "I'd be surprised if any of them have ever met anyone like us, before me," Sergio says quietly, his face getting hot, "I just don't want to mess up anybody's life." His index finger drums on his glass, before sets it down and runs his knuckle under an eye. "When I first, started uhm, falling asleep. Before anybody knew what it was," Sergio moves back towards his wheelchair. He holds out the registration papers for his roommate to look at, already filled out by Mr. and Mrs. Kaluhiokalani, "I used to watch them, and listen, when they thought nobody was around. ...I think ...they were probably more okay with the mutant thing, when it was still their family secret." Jack moves closer to his roommate, using the counter to help keep weight off his leg. When he sees the registration papers, Jack curses slightly under his breath. "They know we don't have to...registration doesn't apply until we turn eighteen," he says. "Damn...I," Jack murmurs. "Lo siento, man...if there's anything I can do...or help or...let me know." “Your parents can sign it, before that, I guess. Or they’re convinced,” Sergio shakes his head, “They’re worried if they don’t do it now, and they do make the laws stricter, it could mean more trouble.” He tiredly play punches at Jack’s arm, forcing up a smile, “Nah, man. You’re already doing it. Thank you.” "I thought we were all pretty much stuck registering with things going public but before we even have to..." Jack trails off, shaking his head. "There's going to be trouble whether or not the laws get stricter," he says, running a hand through his hair and then wincing. No bandages on his arm but his shoulder is a bit sore. He chuckles a bit at the punch. "Don't have to thank me, man. Happy to do it," he says. He takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling a moment. "Kinda feel like an ass saying it...especially now...but I kind of hope this screws with my parents." At some point, Sergio’s smile stops requiring very much effort to maintain, “I really hope it does, too.” His tone his cheerful as he moves, albeit gradually, around to his chair, “I’m goin’ up.” He glances down and up his bandaged, invisible roommate, “If I could see you, I’d probably say you look like crap and should get some rest, too.” Jack laughs, shooting an invisible smile his roommate's way. "Probably, just grabbing a quick snack," he chimes, making his way to the fridge to snag a little fruit from within. Pieces floating in the air, Jack turns back to his roommate. "I'll head up with you," he says, letting his roommate lead the way. "I have a little homework I should at least try to finish before I haunt dreamland," he remarks with a little laugh. Sergio scoffs, rolling himself forward out of the kitchen, "Nerd."