Text to Haller (from Angel's phone)

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Hey, D. It's Ray. I may have killed the punching bag in the gym. Its guts are kinda spilled all over the floor.

Comments

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, it happens more than you'd think. We have plenty. Give Fred a text and let him know it needs to be replaced.(Although if you want to be considerate, clean the old one up first.)

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Roger on the clean up. Can you do the texting for me though? Help me say I'm sorry and stuff. Obv this ain't my phone and I shouldn't be using it more than I have to.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

You don't have a phone yet? OK, I'll let him know. You do need a phone though, even if you only use it for emergencies. We don't always have telepaths on hand. They also have a panic button function and GPS for the really extreme cases. I know you can handle yourself, but if you're ever in a situation where you unexpectedly find yourself against, say, a group of high-powered fugitives we'd appreciate the head's up so we have time to figure out what we're going to tell SHIELD.

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Dude, chill. I'm just hanging out with someone I grew up knowing as a traitor. I promise not to blow her up.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

I don't mean right now, I mean eventually. Since your mother isn't here someone's got to remind you of these things.

(And yeah, make whatever jokes you like about the mother thing, but I haven't had nearly enough concussions to be your dad.)

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

I could *give* you the requisite concussions if you want.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

You're welcome to try, squirt, but my shielding-reflex is a lot more acute than you remember.

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Please remember this conversation every time I hit you on the head.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

I don't bother with that. I've been hit by a lot of girls, and most of them hit harder than you do.

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

That's fine by me. I don't need to be the girl that hits you the hardest -- just the one that gives you concussions. Now, stop goading me unless you want to come down here *right now* and let me have a go at you.

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Also, please don't tell me you have some kinda weird fetish/kink.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

Just a lot of very physical acquaintances and a lot of sessions in the Danger Room. Usually it's done with love. Usually.

Maybe some other time for the beating, sorry. Being an adult involves a lot of paperwork.

[x-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Kinky.

I guess that's the one good thing about no one around here thinking of me as an adult. Anw, I'm going to continue being an irresponsible child now. You have fun with that. ♥

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

I hope not. It would put a weird cast on my last hand-to-hand session with Scott.

Don't worry, I'm sure in time you too will know the pain of a day job. For now, though, I need to go back to backing up files.

As you can see, every day is a new adventure.

[x-firestar.livejournal.com]

For the record, Mr. Haller? I don't want to know anything about your kinks. What you do in the Danger Room with anyone is none of my business.

[x-legion.livejournal.com]

. . . oh right, borrowed phone.

Sorry to fill your inbox, Angel. I've been trying to convince Destroyer of Gym Equipment that she should get her own phone, and this is one more reason.

Sorry about that. Anyway, me and the kinks that don't exist are going back to work.