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She didn't know if she liked the food. She'd just sorta wandered in. Which meant Jude could be counted on to foot the bill, probably. Or they could dine and dash. Jude had been pretty good lately with not being bad. He might argue that he'd never been "bad" it was just that the rules were sometimes bad. Paying the food bill was a rule that would only hurt the people at the lower levels of this restaurant. That wasn't the kind of person he wanted to hurt.
"My mom's part Japanese or something so I'm gonna guess I'll be disappointed, but I came here 'cause I'd never been. I like to try new things. I'm not sure it's possible to hit every restaurant in New York before I die, but that might be worth trying, y'know?" It was still weird to call Ghost 'mom,' but it got cumbersome to explain about the woman he met in the future who remembered him in the past and then raised him into this alternate future.
At least the weather wasn't jacked in this timeline like it had been in his original future.
> "...could be worse, I guess."
"Company's not bad." He teased. She seemed like a nice kid for a... what was she? Like... 16?
Their waitress returned with miso soup, cloudy with the tell tale floating chunks of tofu, and a salad that had a shockingly orange dressing on top. Oh. And menus. Apparently they got to choose.
"So where's your uncle live? I know this city pretty well for an immigrant." And he was definitely keeping a law-key eye on her light show. If he needed to step in to stop her power from going off, he would.
Skye was not the name he would have guessed for this lovely creature who had lied her way into sharing a tale with him. He would have guessed something less hookery and a little more... Greek mythology. Callisto, a nypmh, or a lady Dolos, spirit of guile. Maybe that was just the shock of purple hair that made him think she seemed so unreal.
"Cool hair."
The worst-case scenario she described wasn't all that bad. Still. He had been hoping for an explosion-free evening. Was it insulting to ask after how good she was with her own mutation? Or was it only fair, since he'd be in the blast-zone?
"I'll be sure to stay on your good side, then." He flashed her a toothy grin and let the hostess pull out a chair for his "hun." Jude took his own seat as the smallest little Japanese grill he'd ever seen. Just two chairs and a bar-like space for them to eat in front of a little rectangle of steel. The hostess went and flipped a switch, probably to pre-heat the thing. All around them chefs were twirling knives and tossing shrimp shells into their hats, but those were all bigger tables near the middle. This was just for two and with a paper screen it at least gave the illusion of privacy.
Which was... weird. Considering that they were strangers.
"Hope you like American-ified Japanese food." He took his seat next to her and they were pretty much rubbing elbows. There wasn't a ton of space back there.
"Thanks for the rescue. Didn't realize it was going to be a table like this." Not that it was bad, right? It wasn't bad. Just unexpected.
Her voice surprised him. Jude hadn't been intending to meet a her. Here, or at all. He turned to raise an eyebrow at the her and he realized two things in two different ways. Her pockets were glowing, and his power tugged toward the girl which meant she was a mutant. The first kind of made the second a "no duh." Maybe he could help her provided he could stand for her to help him first.
"I thought you weren't going to make it." He let the lie show in his eyes and smiled at her before he showed his smile to the hostess. "So. Two?"
The hostess's eyes kept floating down to the obvious light, but she ultimately said nothing about it. "Yeah. Absolutely. I can get you... now, actually. Right this way."
"Jude." He offered his arm to the woman and spoke lowly so Ms. NosyPants couldn't hear.
"Is the light going to be a problem?" He didn't have to touch someone to copy or take their powers away, but it did make things infinitely easier.
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He wasn't doing... anything, really.
Not anything X-gene related, anyway. And. So far, it was actually kinda nice.
He wasn't chasing down a human trafficking ring. He wasn't invading the warehouse of an arms dealer. He wasn't taking breakdance fighting lessons. Mostly Jude had simply been getting his bearings back. Getting his house in order. He had been working and paying his bills. Beyond that, it was scraping up a small savings by eating instant noodles and pb&j.
Now, 37 days, 18 hours, and 42 minutes, 01 second into his savings plan, Jude was staring down a very sad looking crushed cup-o-noodles. It had been in his pocket. He had grabbed it from his stash at work and then taken the bus. Now, standing outside his apartment building with his sad noodles in hand... he didn't want to go in.
He did not want another cup of noodles. Or bread. Or marmalade. He wanted a big fat steak, dammit, and he was going to go find one.
Sure, the last restaurant he'd visited had exploded, but that was hardly his fault. He was almost certain that was a freak (non-mutant) accident and it wouldn't happen again.
'I mean, what are the odds, right?'
So it was time to do what Jude did best.
Eat.
Japanese Teppanyaki? Suuuuure. The menu outside said steak so he was going for it.
"Just one, please."
The maître d' was a young thing, probably older than him but that didn't mean 'older' in Jude's whacked out timeline.
She liked him. There was a rush in his ears. She was saying something else and he was sure it was important, but right now nothing else seemed possibly as important as the fact that she. liked. him.
His hand was already in place at her jawline. Maybe he was too eager. Before she'd finished moving her lips he pressed his against hers.
She, the smartest and coolest and most radiant girl, liked him.
Whatever she'd said about too soon was just a little too late.
Their seat rocked gently as the ferris wheel started moving again. Ah. Noooo. He'd wanted to be all smooth and romantic and wait until they at the apex of the cycle and... maybe just going with the flow was actually better than trying too hard to make it all perfect.
He did let her go eventually.
They both had to breathe.
He tipped his forehead against hers. Oh. Yeah. There were his nerves. "H-hey."
It was one of those moments where as soon as he'd said it, he wished he could take it back. Not because he regretted it, but because the moment after it was out there, he lived another thousand lifetimes waiting for her reply.
She could say no. She was gonna say no. He was so dumb, how could he have--
> “Yeah, I would love too.”
"What?"
> “I was considering this a, uh, sort-of-kinda-date.”
"Oh. I wasn't even... " trying? Maybe that was why it wasn't a complete abrupt failure. He gave her shoulders a squeeze. How was it possible that she could make everything so seamless? He chuckled, nerves getting the better of him despite the 'yeah duh' Celestina had just dropped on him. Yeah. Duh this was a date. "I... am an idiot. I just-- You caught me off guard and you're so smart and funny and I like you." More words he wished he could take back.
The ferris wheel rolled slowly around and everything swung as it stopped momentarily to let someone on or off, Jude had lost track.
"I like you." His free hand came to touch her jawline. No hiding. He had to know... was it possible that she liked him too?
He was gum on the underside of her shoe. She didn't want him there. He would not even be scraped off.
He didn't think she was stalking him? She didn't have to. He had plenty of his life's details displayed to June's keen eye.
"I know your game. You're a mutant and you think that gives you the might to make your actions right. This year's fashion, last year's attitude. Didn't know know sexual harassment is a little cliche these days? You drink too much, smoke too much, f*ck juuuuuust enough in your opinion." She held up her hand like a chef's okay. Just enough for June was none at all. She'd considered getting rid of her virginity just to have it done with. This man so clearly wanted to take it, but he was so disgusting that his prettiness didn't outweigh the grimey, gross vibe he oozed from every pore. "But your taste is not so discerning in that regard. You don't give two sh*ts about who with and so it's no compliment to me to have your attention."
All crude innuendo aside, it didn't look like a phone he would have. The man standing unironically in front of the US Flag as a lock screen was double the confirmation that it wasn't Teddy's phone. She didn't know what to do about it, though. He was trying to use it as leverage and she wasn't about to let him. June wrangled her power on a tighter leash to make extra sure his power was on lockdown. This confrontation was making her more anxious the longer it continued.
> "Now, I have somethin' you want, you got somethin' I want, I'm pre''y sure there's a deal t' cut here babe."
"Ew." That was her involuntary answer. Her voluntary one wasn't much better. She made sure to say it loud enough for all to hear because she didn't doubt that he would let this go. "Go f*ck yourself."
She'd tried to be nice before, but he'd exhausted every last bit of patience she had. Ew. So for the second time, June walked away. She would have to get rid of the camera if he did attack her. Would smashing it be enough? June worked to pop out the memory card as she clacked herself over toward the stairs.
"You read my mind." His tone was playfully accusational. "I think I'll pass on the ship unless you want to revisit this pretzel." Oh man. Puke jokes on a first sort-of date. Not a date. Ugh should they officially define this as a date? Jude made up his mind in that moment. He was going to ask her. Officially. But... he also determined that he was allowed to chicken out of the here and now. It was a patently French move, according to most Americans. He could own that.
"Assuming our legs still work when we stand, let's go for the ferris wheel. I was thinking it'd be a nice one to end on." Oh. Hey there nerves. He wasn't sure when he'd let himself start getting invested in what Celestina's answer might be, but there it was. Nerves.
Jude picked around for the rest of his meal, sad for the waste of dollars and glad once he'd determined they'd both had enough and they could go.
"Is there anything else we need to do before we leave? Besides the ferris wheel. Any be a kid traditions I don't know about?" Gum under the seat maybe? He'd accidentally touched on plenty of that. Someone had to think that was okay. It was great that the ferris wheel was so big. Not even the pair of them could get lost when it was looming over the crowd. They didn't have to mess with a map, just look up. Jude brushed his hand against hers, yet again asking without asking.
As luck would have it, since the rush was all for the food court, the ferris wheel was relatively empty. They got in line and were the very last couple to get in before the ride was full. Jude scooted in and did his best to oh so casually put his arm across Celestina's shoulders.
Once the ride started moving, they were isolated in their own little car. Sure, they could see the people in the car in front of them on the dow rotation, but it felt pretty isolated. Jude tried to drum up his courage. "Would you like to go on a date with me? A real one? I-if you're looking for that kind of thing, you know?"
"You still have time to change your mind on that." At any moment, in fact. She was a woman— worse, she was a BLONDE woman. She would turn on him eventually. Or she might stick around for long enough for him to stick his foot in his mouth and he'd drive her away. That had happened too. Jude tried not to let that taint the here and now because right here and right now that just seemed impossible.
"Don't worry. I'm just feeling dramatic because my legs are made of jello and there's nowhere to sit." Celestina was ready with the map, though. He put his head next to hers in order to scope it out. Not that it especially helped when nothing looked like a cartoon version and was covered in people.
"Sounds like a plan." He let her lead. Maybe she would have a better sense of direction. She had the map. That meant she could use it, right?
He followed her to scoot around the fountain and hop up on the retaining wall. He bobbled the cotton candy, but it didn't end up in the pansies behind them or on the ground. Eventually they were situated enough to dig in. "Sitting never felt so good." But of course he was still deflecting from earlier. There were a million other silly things to talk about first. And plenty of food to eat. He tore off a bite of cotton candy and passed it over between soft, buttery, pretzel bites. His hungry stomach was telling him it was fully worth the arm and leg that they cost.
"How many more rides, you think?" The sun was sinking. He had all these romantic notions about getting onto that ferris wheel while the sun was setting, but maybe dark was okay too?
There was so much on his mind that it was all starting to make thinking a bit difficult.
Celestina was like way out of his league. And he hadn't really been looking for a lady friend or a friend or an anything. He was still trying to get his life together and figure out where to go and what to do. And she'd been bumping him and leaning into him and holding his hand like it was no big deal. So it should have been no big deal, right? Except that his traitor body was hyper awakre of where she was in relation to him. He liked holding her hand, but even more he liked how they clicked.
So. Was there anything on his mind?
"You'll say I'm lame, but ehm— I feel like you're an old soul, not a kid at all. Sometimes around people my age I feel like they're just dumb kids and—" And it was time to order, not confess. "—you're not."
Jude made his order and then found reasons to not have eye contact. He needed to watch closely to make sure there was enough salt on his pretzel and to make sure the extra jumbo Italian soda was, in fact, Italian... enough? And, of course, there was the problem of no seats. There were no chairs anywhere. Not, two anyway.
"Uh. Maybe if was walk around slowly we can find a fountain or a retaining wall or something." It would be nice to be away from teh crowd as well. You know. For reasons.
June turned the camera back around and was beyond irritated to see that the spider she'd meant to show off had been clicked past. She must have hit the button when she'd turned it around and now the man had seen her stalker photos. Grrrr. She couldn't really afford to botch this job, but apparently this moron was going to do his best to help that along.
Or to make an absolute fool of her.
June rolled her eyes at his ploy to get her number. How stupid did he think she was? There was no way in hell that was his phone. Her head snapped up from wishing the worst death and taxes on whoever made the display buttons so sensitive.
Was it...?
It didn't matter if it was, she decided. She was hired for photos not theft.
"As if his phone just fell into your lap." June flipped through a few photos, more than she expected to have to page through, in order to get to the photo of him. June turned the camera around once more to show Teddy himself: this gorgeous man with a heart of s*** and 2 middle fingers.
"How will we ever decide!?" The lament was real. So was the as-advertised huge cost for a water bottle. "You know, I thought walking back from Canada was rough, but my legs are about to fall off." And the seats were all, unsurprisingly, very full. Jude strained up to his tippy-toes and back down. One problem at a time.
"Mmm. I don't think it's worth waiting on a chain food store and paying twice as much. How about soft pretzels as big as your face. That line doesn't look too long." Jude gave Celestina's hand a tug in the direction of the pretzel cart. The line was shorter than the Big Drop's and they had cotton candy, italian sodas, and a few other not terribly filling but yummy looking foods.
Somehow they'd just gravitated toward hand holding between almost every ride, like there were magnets involved. Or maybe it was a safety thing. Safety in numbers. Don't get lost. All that.
Or maybe it was just a little bit... on purpose?
Jude chewed his lower lip and checked on his friend who was a girl and who had suggested this whole crazy ride. He really hadn't been in the market to care about another person.
"Celestina, I..." Was entirely too serious entirely too fast. He always did this and this wasn't a Disney movie. It was his life. "I-I think there's butter flavor." A terribly lame cover up, but an attempt was made.
She got it. Without him having to belabor the point. Celestina was kind of the best. And kiiiiiiind of the worst for dragging him on a ride that felt like the best parts of a fight and the worst parts of a flight.
"C'mon!" He was quick to grab her hand this time. No wobbly knees and no regrets meant it was easy enough to get into the next line.
And so it went. They picked a line, waited, spent an exhilarating few seconds in the air, and came back down to earth in order to do it over again, but in a new way.
"Uggggh. That might be my least favorite one yet." They’d just exited the Big Drop which was exactly as it sounded. They’d gone up slowly and then all at once come right back down. It’d been a sitting ride and Jude’s legs had flown up on the drop. He thought he might lose a shoe, but that fear was short-lived.
"The best ones are the long ones with the tracks, I think. Are you hungry?” They’d been running around for a while now and the first tinges of red were hinting at the sunset to come. "I hear there’s way overpriced foods that just have to be experienced to be believed.” He teased.
She hadn't noticed it before, but after she turned away, June's power reached back toward where she'd been.
He was a mutant. She'd just insulted a mutant creepazoid that didn't have two ****s to rub together. Who knew what he could do? Did he have range? Would he dare using it in broad dusklight? June picked up the pace. She was here for a job and all of this was wasting her time. There was no shame in running from a time waste. No shame in wanting to live her best life.
And then there he was. Again. June didn't break pace, but he didn't try to stop her, or crowd her, or even slow her down. He wanted to be cool. Like the guys in the movies.
Ew.
He stumbled back, but that had to be an act, right? He didn't falter in walking out in front of cars. There was no way a French brunette could bring him almost to his knees.
June paused. She should have blown past him, the stairs down to the other side of the street were just there, a handy exit just waiting. June's eyes flicked back to Teddy, unmerciful as flint. Whatever his power was, she let hers coil like snake around it until she, too, held that same power. The string of his power held tight and she watched him as she pulled that metaphorical string out of his body.
June let out a puff of air, part irritation and part relief.
Now they could talk.
"Yes, it's a very expensive camera, Teddy. I have expensive tastes." Her tone implied that he did not fit those tastes. Not. one. bit. But, as a concession to his feelings and to hopefully get him off her back, she turned the preview screen around and showed him the pretty spider she'd caught in its web where the background was all blurred out and the spider stood in crisp perfection. She also made sure that she and the camera were out of reach. He'd have to pull some serious tomfoolery if he wanted it. "Lovely night. You enjoy yours."
Now she could walk off again, but then he might get too far away for her to guarantee that he wouldn't use his power on her. It was better to attempt a stare down.
Had he talked to Ghost about it? "Ehhhhh. Is that a conversation you'd want to have with your mom?" She was right, though. Half the problem was that nothing about their situation was normal. Hell, even if it was normal, he wouldn't want to say it. "And at this point, I'm legally out of the house. I don't want bad blood. I just want to be done." At least, that's what he thought he wanted. So far it was working out okay. He actually was an adult now. He was mostly getting treated that way. That was what he'd asked for.
She grabbed his hand and made a gallant effort at dragging Jude out of him glum mood. Some people made it easy. Celestina was such a breath of fresh air that Jude hadn't realized how much he'd been stewing in the bad. It really was time to move on.
Move on and strap in.
"This one is connected on top." He did not like his feet dangling over nothing. There was quite a lot of nothing. "My first real one and it's got not bottom." Did he mention that there was nothing under his feet? Jude swung his legs around and wished that he had a different mutation. Today, he wasn't flying anywhere. Not even if this thing dropped him.
That was part of the allure, wasn't it? His heart kicked up a gear as the coaster inched forward to allow the last passengers on.
"So. If I scream like a little girl, you'll still think I'm cool, right?" He joked just as they took off. He wasn't that scared, but he definitely felt a jolt of adrenaline, a rush of excitement. Yeah. He saw the allure. This was what it was like to square off against an opponent, to think around all the angles and to take a risk. It was just a questionably safer way to go about it.
Jude sagged in relief and disappointment when it was over.
"That only lasted, like, a minute!" They'd stood in line way longer than that.
