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Anarchist Philanthropist Club, Tuesday After Classes

Today, when the Anarchist Philanthropist club met, it was outside. Jim was grinning, a surfboard-like object tucked under one arm, and a few (reusable fabric) grocery bags slung over his other shoulder. Out of the bag were poking a few pieces of paper with little foil packets taped to them. At least two of these things (the grin and the environmentally friendly bags stuffed with things) were shared by his compatriot and fellow not-leader as well, though Britta’s grin definitely had a certain smirking quality to it, too.

Bet you can't guess where this one is going, guys.

"Hey, all," Jim greeted, nodding to the group. "Since today is Valentine's Day, which I guess is some big Earth holiday about love and candy and cheap greeting cards, and since everyone has been feeling a little... you know... lately," because you did know, and he was too Disney to go into detail, damn it, "Britta and I figured it couldn't hurt to put out some educational material today, and something that people around the island will find useful, all things considered."

“Because, let’s face it,” Britta offered, “Valentine’s Day is a horrible corporate ploy to get people to buy things by playing on women’s insecurities and propagating the idea that, in order for a relationship to be successful, you need to collect on materialistic possessions or have something proven to you, but it’s also a good time to get laid and have some fun.”

Britta? Not so Disney.

Jim kind of side-eyed Britta for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. "So, we took it upon ourselves to try to clear up those... misconceptions about things. And to help accommodate all of the... fun..." Jim was not having difficulty with this, shut up. "In the bags are pamphlets about.... fun... things... And some... you know. And we're going to hand them out."

Informational materials about sex, with condoms taped to them, Jim. Spit it out, the words won't bite.

"Or just kind of litter the island with them," he added as an afterthought. Because that part was way easier to wrap his little virgin mind around.

Britta wasn’t snickering the whole time, really! Okay, she was, but most of it was just because Jim was adorable. “So go out there, fellow anarchists! Let’s litter this town with knowledge! Fill the streets! Plaster every immovable surface! Who knows? You might even get a little lucky with it, too.”

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"Yeah, right, from down here," Jim grumbled, shaking his head a little as he looked at his board. "... I'll tell you what. I made one of these for Professor Pie, so I know what stuff they have on Earth that I need if I want to make another one. If you don't break it or take off with it or anything, I'll make you one, too. Fitted for you and everything."

Really, he just wanted another excuse to tinker with things.

Squeeee! Hug! Um. Un-hug, since that was real distracting. "Thank you thank you thank you I swear I'll behave oh you rock Jim yes!"

The look on Jim's face after that hug. Oh, the look. It was the look of a freshly hugged kid in the middle of a week full of pollen, was what it was.

Yep, distracting.

"Okay, then I'll run you through the crash course," he decided, because it was way easier to not worry after a distracting hug, okay? He pointed at the different parts of the surfer as he spoke. "Sail, footholds, thrusters. You hold on to this part of the sail, here. And to steer, you pull or push on it. Really put your weight into it, you know?"

Kenzi bounced, and tried to get her mind out of the gutter and onto the board. Mmmmmm.

"Sail, footholds... thrusters. Hold on," Kenzi grabbed that part, grinned wickedly. "Pull or push. I don't weigh that much, but I know all about... leverage."

Jim, stop thinking too hard on that word. You were just going to hurt yourself if you kept that up.

"... It helps if you bend at the knees," he offered. And then blushed a little. "I mean, your balance. It helps your balance."

A beat.

"So you don't end up coming down hard. I mean, uh, losing it."

...

"Your balance."

Just stop, Jim.

Kenzi smirked, licked her lips, then bent her knees in a plie' before rocketing upward, and drawled, "Wouldn't want to lose it in mid-air, right? So it's kind of just going with the motion?"

"Exactly like that," Jim agreed, maybe a beat too quickly. "I mean, you kind of get a feel for how it's moving, and the next thing you know you're just really going at it."

He bit the inside of his cheek, and he bit it hard.

"And, uh, make sure you get as far down as you can, pull back, and cut the thrust before you get off. Or else you'll just completely lose it."

Don't anybody be surprised if Jim buries his head in the dirt before the day is through.

Kenzi's expression was a little glazed over there. "Uh-hunh. Get down, stop thrusting, get off. Lose it." Bow chicka wow wow, wandered through her brain.

She paused and smirked. "You're a gentleman, Jim, letting me use your board. I promise I'll help you out sometime."

"I'm beginning to wonder if I don't need all the help I can get," Jim sighed, and then offered her a bit of a grin all the same. "You can keep your boots on, anyhow. You get a better grip that way, and when you're flying, that's something you're going to want."

A beat.

"You'll probably get cold pretty fast up there, this time of year. But if you manage not to break it, you can come back and warm up and then after a while maybe I'll let you ride it again, okay?"

He wasn't even going to try to make that sound less dirty, anymore.

"Wooooo! I'm up for as many rides as you'll let me take." Yeah, Kenzi hadn't been trying to restrain that at all, either. She blew Jim a kiss, then hopped on the board. "Grip. Balance. Ready....."

"Grip, balance, ready..." Jim stared at Kenzi's mouth for a moment. That right there... would officially be the first kiss ever blown to him by someone that wasn't his mom.

There he went, being kind of distracted, again.

...

...

"Uh. Oh! And kick the switch!"

"Kicking!" Kenzi called. The board hovered a moment, gathering sunlight and energy, then swooped with a jerk. Kenzi corrected with a gleeful "YES!"

Okay, she was only three feet off the ground.

"Puuuush... pullll... more thrust, got it..."

Jim was now watching Kenzi like a hawk. A landlocked, kind of paranoid hawk who mostly just had a decent view of her behind as the surfer zipped forward.

"Pull up," he called after her. "Up!"

He was the only one allowed to grind the bottom off of his surfer, damn it.

"Up!" Kenzi did and got up to about ten feet off the ground. Squealing again. "Oh my God oh my Gawwwwwd-- Woooooo!"

Yes, she was going up and down and wiggling to get her balance and basically sublimating the hell out of her sex drive into the adrenaline rush. "EEEE!"

And Jim, for the most part, was just watching. With a pretty okay view from below, he had to grant, but maybe kind of paranoid that she was going to flub the landing or something.

"You're kind of getting it, at least," he sighed, even knowing that there was no way she'd hear him over the rocket and the steadily increasing distance between them. "That's probably a good sign."

A good sign she might not die? Yes.

Kenzi finally brought the board to a stop, hovering a foot above the grass, then caaaaarefully stepped off, and turned off the thrust. Right? Right.

Yes!

And another hug for Jim. "THAT WAS AMAZING!"

"Well, yeah," Jim laughed, actually managing to awkwardly return the hug, this time. Because... hugs. Those were... hugs!

That were huggy!

"I mean, why else would anyone do it, if it wasn't completely awesome, right?"

Hugs were also awesome! Especially when you were repressing or sublimating or whatever!

*SQUISH!*

Kenzi gave Jim a kiss on the cheek and beamed at him. "And you're really going to make one for me? Are you sure? Because I would owe you big-time for that, I swear."

And now? Now Jim was doing all kinds of blushing. And a bit of fidgeting for good measure.

"Well, it's no problem, really. I mean, I've been making things like this since I was eight. The biggest trouble I have is finding the equipment to work with, but they generally let me use the welding stuff at the scrapyard, if I promise to clean up after myself and not burn the place down."

He was babbling. He was allowed.

Definitely allowed!

"If you're sure, I'll go with you and help look for parts," Kenzi offered. "I have to find motorcycle parts for the play's props anyway."

It would be fun!... or something.

"Hey, if you want to, I'm not going to stop you," Jim replied with a little shrug. This, of course, was Jim-ese for 'I would love the company, yes.'

He leaned over to inspect his surfer... not a scratch on it that hadn't been there before. Good.

"Two sets of eyes looking around for materials is better than one. And Morph is really only so helpful once I start asking for things with names longer than like three syllables."

"I might not be able to help with that either, but I can definitely look for the thingummy that sticks into the whatchamacallit with the sticky out bits," Kenzi said, with illustrative hand-motions.

Yeah, those were... ahem.

Jim was now staring. Doing all the staring. Right there. At Kenzi's... hands.

Yes.

"You know, when you put it like that, I probably could use a hand." Snap out of it, Jim! "I mean, getting all the parts together!" ... "For a surfer!"

"Yay!" Okay, yes, another hug would be excessive. And just an excuse to smush him. "I work Friday at 'Dite's, otherwise, just call me when you're up for it!"

Heeeee.

And really, if Jim got one more hug, odds were he'd just suffer a complete hormone overload and wind up in a self-imploding ball of teenage confusion the likes of which the world has never seen. It was probably for the best that she refrain, at least this time.

"Will do," Jim replied, grinning a little. "Friday is actually kinda my birthday, so I probably won't be up for digging through garbage or anything then, anyhow. And then I'm signed up for the trip to... Copernicus, or whatever. So maybe after the break, sometime?"

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