fandomhighdorms | The deck, Saturday afternoon

Jak ducked once, which was no small feat, considering how-- ahem-- tall his hair was. He had an amused smile on his lips as he did so, though, one eye squinting up at the hat.

He waved one hand as he did it. Nope, hadn't been to JGoB again--

--and then he just jumped up and tried to snatch it out of the air.

Dinah chortled, and let go of the hat, then floated a balloon over to him. "We could run there, get cupcakes, and run back," she speculated, winding up one of the noisemakers to make the cracking, grinding noise. She grinned. "Look. Now the balloon likes you!" As it tried to bump him on the back.

Jak had the hat now. The balloon was unimportant. Because Jak could be faster than the balloon, which he promptly showcased by spurting away from it (after giving it an odd look). Towards Dinah. With the hat.

Which he attempted to neatly deposit on her head as soon as he'd reached her.

Dinah was chortling madly as the hat was placed on her head, and she squinted up at Jak in amusement. "Happy Whatever Day." She levitated another hat, but this one she just handed to him. "Did I mention I can move things with my mind?"

He shook his head, reaching out to touch the hat-that-had-floated with a careful hand. When he looked up and away from it, there were questions in his eyes. How did that work? Was it eco? Where had she gotten it from? If it was, or if it wasn't?

"It's just me," Dinah said, shrugging, a little self-conscious. "My brain's different than other people's. Telekinesis. No magic, nothing else." She bit her lip. "That's okay, right?"

Because it'd be bad to find out it wasn't after she'd messed with the hats in front of him.

That was a real lack of comprehension in those eyes. Why should he care, exactly? Jak rubbed the back of his head, then shrugged. That was pretty normal, as far as he was concerned. Hey, even if he hadn't grown up the way he had, the day your best friend turns into a furry little creature is the day you kind of throw the rest of it out the window.

"Whew," Dinah said, relieved. "Some people have issues. I'm glad you're not one of them." She beamed at him, and levitated a noisemaker toward him. "So.... Cupcakes? You think? To make it an official party? And if we're partycrashers, at least we brought food?"

Yeah, Jak was going to keep snagging items out of the air today, wasn't he? Especially the noisy, noisy noisemakers. He nodded again, though, and patted his stomach. He was pretty hungry as it was, and there hadn't been anything conveniently edible falling out of the sky today!

... IT had been weird, yesterday, but Jak was okay with a certain level of weird. As long as it meant he didn't wind up stuck to the floor or something.

He would've proposed a race, too, but... he had no clue where JGoB was, as you could tell by the glancing over his shoulder in confusion part.

Dinah smirked, and took the hat off her head. Racing would've been cool, but just doing a run would be fun too. And she'd probably lose and lose badly the first time she and Jak raced. "Follow me. I bet we can make it in less than five minutes, if we don't run into a herd of baby moose."

And so saying, she ran straight for the wall around the grounds, looking like she'd smack into it.

...Whoa.

Maybe she could jump high enough to scale it? Jak could, but he didn't know how she'd--

... Yes, he was just going to run after her, in case she wound up wounding herself.

Too breathless to giggle, Dinah bounced off the wall to snag a low branch on a nearby tree, swung up, caught her breath, then leaped up on top of the wall, then did laugh when she saw that Jak was right behind her. "Like this!"

And jumped the ten feet down to the ground, rolling before getting back to her feet. Thank God for reserves, and the time she and Jack O'Neill had scoped the fastest route to the Causeway.

Okay, that had been pretty good, but he could do that better! A smug grin curled across Jak's face, as he neared the wall, then jumped once, his head and most of his body popping up behind it-- and then jumped again before he as much as descended, pushing off of a platform that simply wasn't there.

His fingers lightly touched the top of the wall, but the rest of him was already heading down towards the ground on the other side. He touched down neatly.

Dinah gaped at him as he landed, and demanded, "How did you do that?" Because it looked like he teleported, or levitated, and jeez! Even as she took off down the street, whipping around one corner headed toward J,GoB.

Jak shrugged one shoulder as he ran along. Nothing big. Really. He'd just been able to do that since birth. Noooothing special there.

Unless she thought it was special, obviously.

"Can you show me how to do that?" Dinah demanded. "You think?" Downhill, picking up speed, and jumping up on a bench then off, and using a streetlight to change her trajectory. "It looked cool."

Hey, Jak was getting the hang of this game already! ... Not that he was ever liable to do anything like this back in Sandover. At all. Really. He shrugged again, and shook his head with a pained expression. He just kind of knew how? It came like that--

--and to keep in the spirit of things, he dropped, rolled down the hill, then leapt several feet out of his crouch and onwards. Not that he was showing off. No.

Naaah, never. You could tell. He'd never do that. Nope.

Especially with the way Dinah almost fell into a gutter watching that. "Ooo!" Okay, try to be blase', Lance. Sort of. And pick up speed and bounce off a wall to gain momentum and try to catch up. "Dude!"

Okay, New Gotham style, then; Dinah had to leap for a low-lying fire escape, and swing off it to back-flip off it and land on a dumpster, then leap off that. Not as impressive, but still. Not that she was trying to show off. At all. Unh-uh.

...Yes, Jak had to throw a quick look over his shoulder to watch that, because it was still pretty cool. Come on!

... He narrowly avoided running into a dumpster himself.

One hop got him in top of it, though, and then he kept on running. Were they almost there yet? He didn't care.

Almost! This was the fun part, too.

Dinah narrowed her eyes, and built up speed to leap up onto a loading dock, then to the outside air duct sticking out from the building, then the roof. Wheee!

And rushed across and leaped from that roof across to the next one, a fifteen foot jump.

Jak would so have no problem with that, she was sure.

Please. ~~Jak's platformer roots were singing~~ He pushed off of the dumpster, up onto the highest story he could using the two-jump, crouched, leapt again - hig - got onto the roof, and took off into a dash.

Once he neared the far end of the roof, he fell back into a roll, and leapt again, crossing the distance without any issue and rolling nimbly back up onto his feet.

"Yes! Dinah cheered. "Knew it." Then proceeded to the fire escape, which she climbed down rather than used as a staircase, and landed on the sidewalk right in front of J,GoB. Then checked her watch. "Ha! Four minutes forty seconds. Yes! High-five!"

He could do that! ... More impressively, even, as he leapt off when he was still several feet above, and landed on his own two feet.

As soon as he did, he snapped his hand up into the high-five position.

Dinah slapped hers against his, beaming at him, and then realized she was holding on a little too long there. "Coooool." She let go and pushed her hair behind her ear, still smiling, and gave a silly bow to the door. "Cupcakes await us."

Jak was smiling back by the time she broke away, and... probably continued to do so as he padded towards the door, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. He was good.

(And she was more than a little cute. He was sixteen. He was totally allowed to show off and--)

He pushed the door open, holding it for a moment while he waited for her to join him.

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