Bobby Drake (
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fandomhighdorms2009-12-18 07:03 pm
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Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]
The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.
Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".
The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.
[ooc: open like an open thing!]
Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".
The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.
[ooc: open like an open thing!]

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She wasn't egging him on or anything though. Perish the thought.
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He grinned, and blew a kiss in the direction of the most vocal of the little group. And because sometimes he's not the smartest cookie in the tin, also attempted to send the tiiiiniest trickle of his power in that direction too.
Of course, crazy new power-levels meant 'tiny trickle' manifested more like 'sudden indoor cold snap'. It did, at least, have the desired effect, with the little snow-angel staggering backwards with one hand over her heart. Her friends all let out a collective 'oooooh' as they steadied her.
He grinned at Karla. "The shirt doesn't lie," he said, giving her a wink.
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She was so calling in a blanket. And wrapping a few hundred warming spells onto it.
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"Part of my natural charm," he shrugged, trying to play oblivious to any reference to his powers.
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And then she caught a hint of what he was feeling through his psychic scent. "Oh...Oh! I get it--you don't--never mind. Forget I said anything."
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"It's not really, um. Something I'm supposed to talk about," he said quietly.
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Karla could sympathize, but couldn't really understand. In her world, being born with powers was the norm.
...If one discounted landens, of course. As the Blood often did.
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Occasionally with good reason, but details. "Is that why you don't come to Reserves? Because you don't like to admit you have powers?"
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She was tempted to explain all the other things the Reserves did, but she didn't want to start preaching at the poor guy. Especially not after he just admitted he wasn't comfortable about being open with his powers.
"Besides, I would never dream of arguing with the male who is in charge of the brownies," she joked.