"Not Brooklyn it is then," Juka agreed. He didn't ask what was in Brooklyn that Van clearly didn't want to see. If he wanted to open up about his problems there then Juka was confident that he would do just that and if he didn't then it was Juka's role to try and get his mind off of his problems. It wasn't his role to pry. Of course 'not Brooklyn' left things rather wide open, especially when there was a floating bubble involved that could move as fast as a car, all be it a rather slow car.

"Where ever we go we should do something."

Oh no. Juka had the strange sinking feeling that once again his bubble had decided to act on its own without his permission. The last time it had done that poor Andrea had ended up with wiggly hair and he had never been able to forgive himself, even though she seemed to have no problem forgiving him. He gave Van a close (and hopefully covert) inspection, trying to ascertain what kind of damage had been done. Well, there was no wiggly hair and that was a very good sign. In fact, nothing at all seemed to be wiggly, another positive mark. Nor did he appear to be any colour or shape he was not supposed to be and, as far as he could tell, Van remained rather Vanlike. Most excellent revelations. So, what exactly had his bubble decided to do then? Maybe just its normal workings of waking him back up and giving him a nice non-physical meal. Hopefully.

"What do you want to do then?" Score one for Juka for not letting his apprehension enter his voice. "You'd be surprised at how boring things get late at night when you don't have to sleep." He grimaced at his countless hours spent doing absolutely nothing, being bored out of his mind and wishing he could just go to sleep simply to relieve the tedium of it all.

Yay for not Brooklyn! It's not that he greatly disliked Williamsburg in itself, it was just his father and the apartment and the bar and everything that he fought over was in Williamsburg. It was best not to expose Juka to that--he didn't need to see the ugliest sides of Van that his father always seemed to be able to bring out. It was amazing that they'd managed to live in the same small apartment so long without his mother to buffer them with her dramatics and their shared love for her...well, Van had loved her...after some of the things his father had said that night he wasn't sure how much he'd loved his wife...

In any case and in other news...

Boy howdy was the young mutant awake and man did he feel good. Better than he had in a while--better, in fact, than he had since a certain night involving a movie and some grease that was still interrupting his sleep patterns. The wakefulness was also rapidly improving the boy's mood and the urge to do something increased.

Now, what to dooooooooooooooo?

"Boring? I think not--this is the perfect time of day for all kinds of different shenanigans." The fact that Juka apparently didn't sleep anymore wasn't really registering with the boy in mostly black as he anxiously looked around him and under him at the city--trying to figure out their location. This was given up a moment later as it was really too much work and more mental ability than he was willing to put in at the moment.

"Well...we could go to SoHo and people watch--that's always fun...although I think you might get watched. Or we could get into a mess of trouble at a Walgreens in Manhattan or we could make paper airplanes and launch them from the top of a building or we could get water balloons or--"

A large and dramatic pause.

"We should go play tag in Central Park--like a giant game of tag. That would be sweet." For a moment Van wondered if his suddenly high energy state would be classified by the gowned man as drug induced--he hoped not as he wasn't a big fan of any of the things he'd experimented with...Van just got a bit excited sometimes.