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Fourth floor common room- Thursday evening

Gwen figured that as a treat for surviving most of her first week here (literally and figuratively), she'd just use a little bit of the spending money she'd been given before coming here to order a pizza, because she didn't feel like trying to cook.

When the delivery guy showed up with several she'd figured they were for deliveries elsewhere, but then there was a conversation including sentences such as "I only ordered one. One small," and "I'm not paying for all these," and "How do you even make money?"

Long story short, Gwen had a bunch of pizzas and she was only one girl so someone was going to have to help her with these.

[Possibly a little slow till after work but whatever, open CR!]

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"Yeah, I wasn't kidding when I called myself my favorite hero," Johnny said. "I've saved my world a few times. I'd say it wasn't a big deal, but it really was."

"I thought you were just being figurative and maybe a little impressed with yourself," Rapunzel said, way too honestly. She was way too busy being impressed with him herself, anyway, to notice that maybe tact would have been in order there. "Wow. Wow. What's your favorite world-saving story?"

Because if he'd done it more than once....

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"Well, one time a wizard guy from Renaissance-era Florence kidnapped my team's family members to force us to go back in time and help him escape imprisonment and, I don't know, change the future or whatever. So we went back in time, got him on the ropes, and then a little girl he kidnapped beat him up. That was pretty great."

"That all sounds really exciting but also really, really stressful," Rapunzel said, looking a little concerned. And maybe a little confused because she wasn't entirely sure on where Florence was. "I mean, I'm glad things turned out okay, though. And that the little girl got revenge!"

She did love a good little-girl-who-got-kidnapped-gets-revenge story. Not that there were many of them, but still.

"The stress is part of the life," Johnny said. "You just need a productive way to deal with it."

"Such as?" Rapunzel asked, lifting her brows. "You don't really strike me as the knitting type, somehow."

"I could be. I've never tried it," Johnny said. "But no, I like to go out and have a good time. Sometimes stay in and have a good time. Depends on how things go."

"That's very vague," Rapunzel pointed out helpfully. "And I personally find knitting kind of frustrating or I'd offer to teach you. It's a lot of counting and messing up and then throwing your needles on the ground in a fit of pique."

Pause.

"Maybe that's just me."

"You could probably describe me as a serial dater," Johnny said, hopefully clearing things up a little. "Definitely not a serial knitter from what you're describing."

"Huh. At least you're honest about it," Rapunzel said, though her cheeks went a little pink because dating, gosh. "Most guys wouldn't just come out and admit, 'Hey, I like going out with lots of different girls,' especially, you know, to a girl. There's something admirable about that."

"I don't know any other way to be," Johnny said with a shrug. Also he was famous and the press kept tabs on him. "Also the honesty thing helps, because it means when I tell you that you're cute when you blush, you don't have any reason to think I'm lying about that."

Well, that just made her blush more, Johnny. It was like he was doing it on purpose or something. "Thanks," she said with a shy smile, all but actually scuffing a toe at that. "Um. So. So how come you get to come here, if you're Mr. I-Save-The-World, and all? It sounds like you're kind of hard to spare."

"We have more than enough people to cover the world while I'm away," Johnny said. "I'm here to get a semi-normal high school education, maybe clean up the streets of Baltimore and DC a little... And maybe met a nice, normal girl or two. For specific definitions of 'normal,' of course."

"I was gonna say, good luck with that one, here," Rapunzel said ruefully. "I mean, not that we not-normal girls aren't all a really nice bunch. Buuuut it doesn't sound like you really qualify for that particular adjective much yourself, either. Normal people are kind of boring anyway, from what I can tell."

She wasn't sure if she'd even met someone most people would consider 'normal' here, anyway.

"Oh yeah, I can light myself on fire and fly. 'Normal' to me means something a lot different than it does to a lot of people," Johnny admitted.

And cue the staring, now, yes. "You get two powers? You get fire and flying?"

Technically she had two, also, but glowing hair wasn't a power in comparison to setting oneself on fire. It was more like...a party trick.

"It doesn't hurt, right? The fire part?"

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"Flame on!" Johnny said. He was wearing impact cloths so nothing burned up as he lifted off the ground. Hooray! He wouldn't be naked! "I don't look hurt, do I? But you shouldn't touch. I'm a little too hot to handle right now."

"And technically, the fire lets me fly. It's too tchnical for m, personally."

Rapunzel actually eeped and hopped back, Pascal turning a bright red in alarm as he clung to her shoulder. Once she was assured that Johnny wasn't hurt, she leaned forward to look closer. "You're not gonna hurt me," she assured him, almost a little absently. "Or, at least not permanently."

Somehow in the face of a guy who was literally on fire, being secretive about her own powers seemed dumb. Not that she was going to just come out with it, but still. "I bet it's from the propulsion. Your flying, I mean. I've read a little bit about that kind of stuff." Because of course she had. She hung out with Barry a lot. "But I've never met -- wow, Johnny, that is really neat."

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"You're completely safe," Johnny said. The flame left his right arm as he reached out for her hand. "I've got crazy amounts of control. And you're right about the propulsion. I can also throw fireballs and all that kind of stuff."

"My roommate can, too," she told him with a smile, hesitating for just a moment before taking the offered hand. He was on fire, if not specifically there, okay? Just because she could heal herself didn't mean she was going to do anything foolish. "Throw fireballs, I mean. But he uses magic, and it -- looks different from this."

No offense to Anders, though. She still thought fireballs trumped glowing hair.

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