Snippet #2468198

“Morning stranger.” Jonathan smiled at the familiar voice. He hadn't spoke to Kyle in a while, and it would be nice to think of something other than mutant wars, which was only getting worse with Aidan's words, and protecting his sister. He gave polite nod down to Mutt as he began to step away, then turned to the source of the words that had caught his attention. He gave a playful half smile to the French man.
"Is that what I am now?" He asked with a restrained smile before taking another drink of his coffee, finishing it. He caught Kyle's eyes for a second, then turned for the coffee to refill his cup.

With that done he moved around to talk to Kyle when a burning red beacon caught his attention. His mouth dropped open as Memory walked in holding Ryan's hand. He was not surprised by Ryan and Memory getting together, it was bound to happen eventual with the way they were going and he knew Ryan would be good to her - and if not then he would kill him - he was only surprised at the fact she was blushing, a rare sight with someone like Memory. Feeling his eyes on her, Memory turned her head to him and her shy smile (even more surprising) faded into a thin line. she sent a silent message with her eyes: "Keep your mouth shut". Jonathan lifted his free hand and pulled it along his lips, as if zipping it closed. She glared playfully in return before they turned away from each other.

Memory took her pate and placed it down beside her. Her mind was still going over Ryan kissing her, making the tops of her cheeks burn a little hotter. Even if it was for only a little while, she didn't want to think of anything else. A tap beside her hand brought her mind back to the real world and she suppressed a groan. She had been enjoying going over that moment again and again in her mind. The neatly folded paper airplane made her frown slightly with confusion. She lifted it up slowly and unfolded it. It read, in neater handwriting than her own:

“So M I guess Beast Boy was the better man. I respect that and I agree. We had a good run, Cheers.
David North”

A pang of guilt spread from her heart, but she pushed it away. She did feel bad, but she knew David would understand. Maybe not like it, but he would understand. She scanned the room for him, finding him by the refrigerator. She gave an apologetic smile, then turned back to Ryan.

Memory stood listening to each of the compliments coming her way with some embarrassment, which was strange to her. She would normally like to get compliments, but now it just made her feel uncomfortable. Before she could continue with the thoughts, a series of pops, like rapid gunfire, made her jump and legs nearly buckle. Jonathan too jumped, dropping his coffee, but pressed his gloved hand against Kyle's chest and pushed him back slightly, moving between Kyle and the sound, lifting the other up slightly, ready to use his powers. An unnatural shiver ran down Memory's back she had felt it before, a long time ago, when Jonathan's power had put her under into a nightmare land. It felt different to the normal way it happened, as if someone were slowly implanting fear after fear. She gave a quick worried look to Jonathan before they both turned towards the source of the sound only to see Philip appear at the window.
“Got ya!!” Simultaneously, Memory and Jonathan shouted at him. "Are you fucking insane?!"

Memory sighed in relief that it was just a prank as they were dragged in the room, ripping a pancake in half and biting into it. Jonathan merely relaxed, then cursed at the broken cup on the ground. He opened on the the cupboards and began to pull everything he'd need to clean it up.
'If I ever get my hands on that boy, he's dead,' Jonathan thought to himself with a frown. His anger would subside eventually, but for now Philip would do best to avoid him.