ArchivedLogs:Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning
Dramatis Personae Kaine, Lyric, Rictor	2015-08-22 "Or maybe I'm just an asshole."
Location <XS> Back Porch
The back patio is a restful place to sit and relax, in most weather. Ample seating comes in the form of umbrella'd deck chairs and a cushioned porch swing, and the neighboring gardens attract butterflies and hummingbirds to make the viewing pleasant. The hot tub is usually open for use, though in snowy weather the transition in and out is a shivery one! It's morning and the sun is bright and full in distance. Birds are chirping, little furry creatures are crawling around out in the yard, and many students are sleeping in, taking advantage of the free schedule between terms to recharge. For Rictor, it's kind of perfect. << If only these papers were, too >>, he thinks, frowning over a hardcopy essay held loosely in one hand. The lecturer sits at a table off to the side of the porch, marking a territory of his own that has yet to be bothered. His laptop is open, a small stack of papers sit off to one side, and a mug of hot tea steams nearby. Despite the frown on his face, Rictor looks relaxed, if not a little pensive. It is not often Kaine is up and coherent this early in the morning, but he is now and is determined to make the best of it. He wanders out from the school dressed in a pair of yoga pants, flip-flops, and a black tank-top. Cheap sunglasses sit upon his nose and his hair has been thrown up into a sloppy bun. When Rictor is spotted he gets a cordial wave, "Morning professor." Then he makes his way towards a lawn chair that has been set up near the tables, probably because of the kiddie pool perfect for his feet in front of it. Lyric isn't sleeping in -- but then, she also hasn't /been/ at school through the summer term. As is well evidenced by the pair of large suitcases she is toting as she rolls along the path from the back parking lot. She is brightly dressed -- loose pink and green salwar, the kameez embroidered with detailed mirrorwork at its hems; yellow and pink and green khimar draped in many folds over her head and around her neck and shoulders. Silver sandals on her feet. The sound of the rolling wheels can be heard before she comes into view; she stops at the edge of the patio, lips pursing in thought as she looks over the faces there, giving a small nod to Kaine before a longer, more scrutinizing look to Rictor. It doesn't take much to shake the frown off Rictor's face. Not this morning, at least. Kaine's greeting dispels it for the moment and so the lecturer throws out one of his own. "Morning," he calls with a raise of his hand in salute. With his focus taken away from the paper he was reading, Rictor revisits his mug of tea, which reads I <3 NY in big red letters along its side. Probably not his myg. That's also when he notices Lyric and her studious look in his direction. He smiles. "Morning to you, too." When Kaine spots Lyric she gets a finger wiggle of a wave as well. "She's deaf, not sure if she's actually close enough to read lips yet. I actually can't read lips worth a sh-" He clears his throat and directs his gaze elsewhere for a moment. "Very well. I can't read lips very well." There's a longer pause, Lyric's lips pressing tightly together as Kaine speaks. Her fingers curl tighter, too, around the handles of her huge suitcases. She continues walking further, starting towards the building but stopping nearby the door to just point at Rictor, brows lifting in curious questioning. Rictor sets his mug aside and nods to Kaine, who also gets a quick grin regarding the bad-language evasion. That's one thing he's not sure he'll get used to anytime soon. He grabs a paper off the stack that's yet to be graded, picks up his red pen, and stands. "I'm giving a lot of grief this morning," he says, making circling motions with his pen in front of the the paper to get his point across. As he does, he walk over to Lyric and says, "I'm Julio." He taps the paper's cover sheet, which has his full name typed on it (he prefers this to Mr. Richter and the like), and gets close enough to let the girl read it. "Or maybe I'm just an asshole." Kaine mutters to himself after a glance towards Lyric, not bothering to cover it. He reaches down to roll his pants up to about his knees before leaning his head back. "The others can't be doing that badly. Unless you mean administrative stuff." He calls over towards Rictor. The water in the pool takes the opportunity to creep up his legs, freezing over once the ascent is complete. Lyric rocks forward onto her toes, peering at the paper that Rictor holds forward. First at the name on it, but then at the title to see what sort of paper it might be. 'L-Y-R-I-C'. She points to herself, fingerspelling her own name first before giving her name /sign/ -- it looks vaguely like drumming in the air. Her eyes skip between Kaine and Rictor, lips pursing and twisting slightly to one side. Her fist lips, tapping briefly in some puzzlement at the side of her head before she digs a phone out of her pocket. Swiping the screen unlocked, tapping at it briefly and then turning it outward, brows lifted again. "ASSHOLE?" the screen reads. While Lyric takes a closer look at the paper, which is on a subject related to environmental ethics, Rictor turns his attention over to Kaine and shakes his head. "No, of course not. I'm actually happy with everyone's performance. It was a good term." He glances back to watch Lyric spell out her name in the air and thinks he gets it, but will probably still ask someone later to make sure. "Nice to meet you," he adds, before the girl whips out her phone. "Yeah, an asshole. Er, I don't have to explain it the way I used it, do I?" Kaine looks confused, side effect of the early morning. "Sorry, didn't get a ton of sleep last night." He admits, tugging his glasses off, apparently forgetting about the purple bruise under his left eye. Lyric's confused look doesn't really clear up, but she only shakes her head in slow-unsure negation. Her hand drops, phone lowered to her side. The other lifts, though, pointing at Kaine's eye with brows furrowing, now. Hand turning upward uncertainly. Rictor doesn't touch the asshole comment, though he does wonder where it comes from. A mystery to be considered another time. Or never. Probably the latter. When Kaine reveals the shiner he's been dealt, Rictor's face scrunches up at the nose, brows, and under the eyes. "Oof, what happened to you?" he asks, crossing his arms and giving the kid a quizzical look. Kaine raises his eyebrows in confusion, before looking to check out his reflection. "Oh, that. Been training recently, got punched in the face." He lifts his shoulders in a slight shrug. "Means I'll probably sit out actively boxing for another week or so, work on my mutation." As he finishes speaking, several sharp looking shards of ice break off from his legs and dance around the teen, before simply turning into water. Lyric winces, her fingers lifting to rub kind of sympathetically at her own eye. Her palm drags down against her face, head shaking. She lifts her phone, swiping at it again and turning it around: 'Summer here seems so violent.' Rictor nods, a few times slowly, then once quickly as if he's decided to accept the answer despite himself. "Right, well it's good to hear you'll work on something in the meantime." He watches the shards of ice break off with curiosity, then adds, "Seems like you've got a bit of a handle already. I'd love to see more of that sometime." He steps sideways so he can also check out Lyric's screen when it's shone. "You might be right about that." "Well you picked a great time to get back to New York, I can practically smell riots in the air since Mister Jax got arrested and plead guilty to assault. Even though they attacked him and Jack first." Kaine rambles on for a bit before nodding at Rictor. "Usually practice down by the lake. I'll even be sure to wear pants instead of those swim team shorts I wear." Lyric shifts uncomfortably, head bowing. Her tongue pokes at the side of her cheek, then withdraws. 'I saw the news. He maybe needs a hug.' She rocks back on her heels, throwing an unhappy look up to the mansion. 'I just wanted to move back in before the cameras show up later today.' It doesn't take long for the conversation to turn a shade of grim, at no fault of anyone involved. Rictor ponders this a moment, but doesn't openly reflect on it. He does, however, give Lyric a knowing glance. "He probably would like one of those." To Kaine, he says, "The lake it is. Wear what you want, though, I'm coaching the swim team later this year after all." "I honestly think they're a touch shorter than if I decided to wear briefs to the lake." Kaine admits with a slight shrug. "And that's today? Looks like I might take a nap or go sit at the bottom of the lake if our presence isn't required." Lyric nods confirmation when Kaine asks if that was today, waggling her phone briefly. But then putting it back in her pocket. Her nose crinkles up, smile a little crooked at the mention of napping at the bottom of the lake. She glances out towards the grounds, but then down towards her pair of large suitcases. She gestures towards the suitcases -- apologetically? -- and curls a hand in a wave to the others before picking the suitcases back up to continue wheeling them on inside. Rictor smirks and offers a wave to Lyric. "See you around. It was very nice to meet you." Turning back to Kaine, he says, "Your presence isn't, and I won't tell anyone where you're hiding. I should probably make myself available, though." He walks back over to the table he was occupying and starts to gather his things together. "By the way, if you were at all worried about my course, don't be. You did well." "Being a fish, I might have had an unfair advantage." Kaine replies with a grin. "Just not a fan of reporters, unless it was John Stewart or Bill Maher. I'd go have a chat with them. Actually, probably hiding just in case a Fox reporter shows up. Because then I'd go to jail for punching them in the face. And I'd probably get beaten to death in jail." "In that case," Rictor says, "I really do think the lake is a good place to be today." He also grins when he says this, though there's a bit of sincerity in his voice. The last thing he needs is to see another student get beat up. He gathers the last of his materials together and places everything into a bag, which he slings over one shoulder. "I'll see you around soon. Take care of that eye." Kaine throws up a two-fingered salute. "Alright, take care. I've had enough of this early stuff, think I'm going to take a nap." And with that he pushes to his feet, the ice on his legs sloshing off, and heads back towards the mansion.