Joselyn Lea Coeur's Room Day 2
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Java arrived outside of the door, touching down and running a few steps before she could skid to a stop. Slightly breathless from going so fast, she leaned against the wall next to the door and crossed her arms, waiting for David to show up with a triumphant grin on her face.
"That was in no way cool," David said, a little more out of breath than she was. He gave her a disappointed look and then tried the doorhandle on Joselyn's door. Unluckily, it was locked. "This is less cool," he sighed and tried the handle again before giving up and stepping back.
"Hey, you knew what you were getting into! I told you I could glide,"
Java replied proudly, still beaming from her victory. She stopped leaning on the wall and stood to look at the door. "Oh, darn. She locked it." She reached around behind her and grabbed her elbow, leaning on one foot and staring at the door ponderously.
"Well, I guess we could hang out in one of our rooms,"
David said absently, staring at the door. He was really hoping to get his shoes back.
"Oooh!"
Java exclaimed. "I could show you my manga collection! We prolly still have a little while till lunch, maybe you'll find something you like!" She smiled widely at him, excited.
"Why not?"
David asked, and stepped back, holding his arms out for her to lead the way.
Java flashed him a big grin and darted ahead of him, saying, "Come on!" She glided gently and remembered to slow down to a walking pace so that David could keep up comfortably as she lead him to
Java Kaikura's room
As she walked up the stares, glare in place, and knuckles turning white,
Joselyn shuved her hand into her pocket and pulled out the key to her room. After letting herself in she slammed the door, threw her backpack on the floor and then turned to a bare piece of wall and began slamming her fist into, gritting her teeth and enjoying the shock it sent up her arms as she continued.
David quickly rushed to Jos' room and when hearing the sound of her slamming her fist into a wall, he pounded on her door and put his ear to it. "Joselyn?" he asked, calmly despite his alarm. "What the hell are you doing?"
The sound of David's knock and then him addressing her sunk into
Joselyn and she stepped away from the wall, staring at the blood she'd left on the standardized white paint and then down at her bloodied knuckles. She bit her lower lip and placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it and pulling the door open, one hand hidden behind the door, and making sure the other was behind her back. "Hi, David," she said, giving him a half hearted smile.
David, who had spent over a year in an asylum, was not fooled in the least, and took her pain. Any physical pain she was having left her, and David flexed his hands. "What did you do to them?" he asked, coming in the room without invitation and trying to circle her to get a look at her hands.
An expression of disbelief and confusion crossed
Joselyn's face and she let go of the door and brought both of her hands around so she could look at them oddly, not feeling any pain. "What did you
do?" she asked accusingly as David circled her. She nudged the door with her foot and it shut as she continued to examine both David and her still bloody but not throbbing knuckles.
David ignored her question, taking one of her hands and glancing at the bloody wall. He looked over her hand, and then up into her eyes, there wasn't even a trace of disappointment or anger in his own despite what she had done to herself. "We should take care of this," he said. "Come with me," he let go of her hand and turned to walk out of the room to his own.
Joselyn was shocked but still curious at her lack of pain and slid her foot to the bottom of the door so it couldn't be opened. "David, is that your ability? You make pain disappear?" she asked, flexing her knuckles and then bringing them up to her mouth to suckle on the blood so it wouldn't run down her hand.
David grabbed her wrist and kept her arm away from her mouth - there's a lot of bacteria in there he didn't want getting in her sore. "I'll tell you while we're fixing you up," he said, and went to open the door again.
Deciding not to argue, even though her first instinct was to jerk away and make a fuss,
Joselyn removed her foot from the bottom of the door, eyeing David curiously and then following him to his room without another word.
Joselyn held open her door in return for David once they'd reached her room. "It'll be your job to find your shoes," she said, leaving the door open in case Java came looking for them there. "I need to clean the blood off of my wall."
David's shoes were exactly where he left them on the floor beside Joselyn's bed. He sat down next to them and put them on, tying them. "Do you want any help with it?" he asked, flexing his hands a little. She really did do a number on her knuckles, he was glad he stoped her before she did worse.
"No thanks,"
Joselyn said as she disappeared into her bathroom to procure a damp cloth. "You've already done a lot for me. You deserve to sit this one out." She grinned at him and then went about removing the dried blood, which didn't take too much effort. "And I
do owe you one," she said, turning her head slightly. "So if Mort ever throws a bone at you, just whistle and I'll kick it back at 'em."
David laughed a bit. "That's pretty sick," he said, laying back on the floor and folding his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling.
"I still owe Java apple pie, too, now that I think about it,"
Joselyn mumbled as she stepped back and surveyed the now clean spot on her wall. Deciding it was clean, she turned, walked around David to her bathroom, and cleaned out the cloth she'd used then hung it to dry before re-entering her room.
"Mmm..."
David resonded, before watching her leave and waiting for her to return. "So, your room goes up in flames and you can only ask the firefighters to save one thing - what would it be?"
"Good question,"
Joselyn said, sitting on the edge of her bed with one leg folded and the other resting on the ground. She looked at the wall in thought, determining which of her material possessions were most important. "Seeing as Harold would probably have slipped out to be with you before any such disaster would occur..." she mused aloud, tilting her head to the side; she was staring in the general direction of her MSI poster. Biting her lower lip she nodded her head once she'd made her final decision. "My laptop. I'm a big music fan and comic reader. I have digital copies of each of the comics I own as well as a load of gigs of music that I'm in love with. So, my laptop. It has a bunch of important things on it." She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at David. "There's a contest to go on a date with your choice of actress or singer. You win. Who do you choose to take out?"
"Hmmmm..."
David wondered for a minute, while he traced figure eights on the bottom of Jos' shoe with his finger. "I'd probably have to say Natalie Portman. She seems pretty down to earth, plus she's Jewish and Oma would like that." He squirmed a little, thinking of a question. "If you could bring anyone who's dead back to life and meet them with no repercussions, who would you choose and why?"
"The Marquis de Sade,"
Joselyn said almost instantly, grinning ear to ear. "The word Sadism is derived from his name, apparently, and he spent close to half of his life locked away in asylums writing dirty literature. I mean, who
wouldn't want to meet the Marquis? Plus, he's French." She grinned, watching David tracing the bottom of her shoe. "I have the movie Garden State, ya know. I like Natalie Portman as an actress. And she's cute." She continued looking down at her shoe as she thought of the next question. "If you were turned into an insect, but had the choice of which to be, what insect or just general bug would you prefer to be?"
"A cockroach,"
David responded. "It's too Metamorphosis to pass up." He bent his knees a bit. "What do you think happens after you die?"
"Kafke's Metamorphosis. Interesting," she said, grinning and then biting her lower lip at the question that followed. "You go where you think you belong after death." She pulled her hands out of her lap and put them behind her on the bed, leaning back. "You're forced to sing with a cover band because their original singer has disappeared. You have no choice in the matter, except that you choose which song to sing. What song do you choose?"
Java had wandered around for a while trying to find where David went off to when she thought to check Joselyn's room, thinking that he was still trying to get his shoes. She peered in and rapped her knuckles on the open door politely, as to not interrupt anything. "Hey, guys?"
David looked down and didn't get a chance to answer the question. He smiled and let his hand drop to the floor, stopping his tracing. "Hey, Jav," he said, sitting up. "Sorry I ditched you, I, uh," he didn't know if Jos wanted people to know what she did so he shrugged. "I thought I saw someone but it wasn't them, and then I ran into Jos and thought I should come get my shoes."
"Hey there lady,"
Joselyn said, sitting up straight and smiling at Java. "I haven't forgotten about that apple pie, ya know. How's Harold doing?" she sat up straight and waited to Java's reply.
"Oh. Okay,"
Java said, shoving her hands in her pockets and biting her lip. She grinned at Joselyn, then realized in her rush she had forgotten Harold in her room. "Oh, he's rockin out with my pillows," she explained. She closed the door a bit more and walked inside the room. She glanced down at Joselyn's hands and her face scrunched up in worry and concern. "Oh! What happened to your hands?"
David was going to let Joselyn take this one, and stood up, bending over and stretching a little before adopting his usual stance. He fixed his hat again and looked over at Joselyn for her answer.
"I got in a fight with the wall,"
Joselyn said, grinning sheepishly at Java. While she didn't mind confessing fully to David, it was a little more embarrassing admitting her loss of temper to Java. "Needless to say, the wall won."
"Oh,"
Java said, her hands shoved in her jean pockets. "Okay." She walked over to Joselyn's bed and glanced at the walls. "Next time you should use a baseball bat instead," She winked. "Walls have an inherent fear of bats."
David, sensing the moment was a little awkward, jumped onto the bed next to Jos. "OK, so I have this major crush on Harold and Jos and I were trying to decide if I should tell him - I think she should ask him if he likes me first, you know, I don't want to look like an idiot or anything, right?"
Joselyn grinned, slightly relieved that she didn't have to continue explaining her knuckles to Java. "I think David should just
tell Harold. I mean, Harold definitely feels the same about David but he won't believe me!" she complained to Java. "What do you think?"
"Yeah, you were alone with him, did he say anything about me?"
David asked, propping his chin up on his hands and waiting for an answer impatiently.
Java's lips turned up into a coy grin and she placed a few fingers on her lips, looking up and away to remember. "Well...." She looked back down at Joselyn and David. "You gotta promise not to tell him I said anything!"
"Not more secrets!"
Joselyn groaned but held out her pinky to Java. "But I pinky swear I won't tell. So spill!" She leaned forward as she waited to hear what Java was about to say.
"Spill!"
David joined in, leaning with Joselyn, wishing to hear what Harold said about him.
"Pinky swear!"
Java agreed, gripping Joselyn's pinkie with her own. She sat down on the bed and leaned to one side conspiratorial
ly. "Well, he says......he thinks you're cute!" She finally said, grinning hugely at David.
"I told you he liked you!" Joselyn said, pointing a finger at David and bouncing the bed. "Told ya! Told ya!" She grinned and slipped off of the bed, sitting on the floor, folded her arms on the bed, and laid her head in her arms.
"He thinks you're out of his league," Java informed David, " 'a Crawling Chaos like me with a hunk like him?'" She said in falsetto voice, imitating Harold and holding her fingers up to her face, wiggling them like tentacles.
"I can't believe it!" David said, grinning at Java. "How adorable is he?!" He did a little body spasm as if in too much glee to express it verbally.
Joselyn laughed and started singing under her breath, "Hate to say I told you soooooooooo." She grinned and looked up at Java and David, glad she had two people to joke around with, as well as some sort of medic.
David stuck his tongue out at Joselyn, and then lifted his hat high enough just to get at an itch on the top of his head, before replacing the hat. He looked over at Java and said, "Excuse me a minute," before leaning in to Jos and whispering - "Your pain's dulled down a lot, so I'm just going to give it back to you, I'm afraid I'm going to forget about it at some point and I don't want it to be sudden. It seems worse than it is when it's all at once." As he spoke, very gradually the pain in her knuckles came back to her - little by little, and he was right, it had dulled quite a bit and was barely even problematic. As this was happening, he moved away from her again and grinned at Java. "Sweet nothings," he said.
Joselyn nodded her head in response to David and waited for the pain to return. As it returned, she watched her knuckles as if they would swell up with the pain once more present. She was glad to have it returned, even in it's dulled state, because it was a reminder of how she had acted.
Java crossed her arms, looking at David reproachfully.
"Sweet nothings?! You'll make Harold jealous," She warned. "I wonder what a stuffed Crawling Chaos does for vengeance..." She wondered, tipping her head to one side with a finger on her chin.
"Don't tell him! Don't tell him!" Joselyn pleaded, leaning forward, clasping her hands together in front of Java. "He'd never let me sleep peacefully again! He'd just whine and complain and probably toss things at me! Please, Java, you must keep this a secret! For the sake of my sleep!"
Java frowned tensely, her knuckles pressed up against her lips as she listened to Joselyn's plea. "Oh, all of these secrets we're keeping from each other, it's all too much! It'll tear us apart, I know it!" She said melodramatically, clutching at her chest and laying the back of her hand against her brow.
"But if I make him jealous he'll just want me more," David said, happily. "And then we can find an amusement park and go there and share a slurpee and get on the Twister and all sorts of '90s teen movie fun."
Joselyn frowned, holding onto the edge of the bed and lying her chin the bed. "I totally don't want to have to deal with a cranky Harold," she protested, sticking out her lower lip. "And once you two are all lovey dovey with each other, eck! I won't be able to stand that either! I suggest you two move in together."
"You want to know something really sick?" David said, cocking his head to one side and looking confused.
"Well of course I do," Joselyn said, raising her eyebrows out of curiousity. "You can't say something like that without arousing someone's curiousness, now can you?" She leaned forward slightly, waiting for David's response and looking at Java, her face in what she would have considered dramatic curiousness.
David smiled at her, and when she leaned forward his lips pulled apart in a brief, near-silent laugh. "I was going to say, what's sick is now that I know Harold likes me, I'm really not all that interested anymore..." He shrugged as if it were quaint.
"You better not break my Harold's heart," Joselyn warned, narrowing her eyes as she stared at David. "For a creature of chaos he's really quite emotionally fragile." She brought her arms up and folded them on the bed again, once more propping up her chin.
"It's not like I'm going to turn around and date his best friend or anything," David responded, and tapped her lightly with the back of his hand on the upper arm.
"Just as long as you don't break my Harold's poor fragile heart," Joselyn said, "I don't care who you date." She paused, having refrained from saying what she'd originally thought to say and then added, "He's fickle, anyway. He'll probably be going after Deadpool soon."
"Deadpool is too manly," David said, eyeing her sharply since he picked up on her holding back a comment. "He'd never go for Harold. Hell, he wouldn't even go for me. If he even does swing that way, he'd be all over someone like Governer Schwarzenegger. Or Richard Simmons... Someone like that."
"Deadpool's very flexible at times," Joselyn retorted, grinning at David. "He is insane, after all. His preferences change each issue, it seems. Like this one issue with the G.L.I., he goes on a date with Big Bertha and is all depressed to see her normal form is as a supermodel and it turns out, in THIS issue, he's a chubby chaser!" She pointed a single finger at David and shook it. "Deadpool could swing every which way and you'd never know it."
"Well, I, personally, only swing one and a half ways," David said. "I love fat, hairy men and creatures of indeterminate sex. And nothing pumps my 'nads more than the idea of a threesome with a fat, hairy man and a creature of indeterminate sex - especially if whipped cream and/or chocolate syrup are involved."
"That's disgusting," Java admitted bluntly, a half-smirk on her face. She gave out a sigh and rolled off the bed onto the floor, where she lay on her back with her arms on her belly, staring at the ceiling.
"Don't judge me, woman," David responded, and moved over so his legs were now where Java used to be on the bed, and his head was next to Joselyn's arms. He had his ear against the bed so he was looking at her, and he smiled as he folded his hands underneath the small of his back and crossed his legs at the ankles.
"That was very...graphic," Joselyn said, deciding upon the word and grinning while she spoke. She glanced over at Java as she laid on the floor before looking back at David and grinning while she eyed his hat, just in an effort to rile him up at the thought of losing the hat again.
David looked at her as if to say 'Don't even frikkin' think about it, or I will tie you down and cut you into pieces with a plastic knife from Wendy's.' He also shifted uncomfortably on the bed a bit.
A toothy smile spread across Joselyn's mouth when David gave her the equivalent of the look of death. And interestingly violent as well as painful death, it would seem, Joselyn judged from this look. In return, aside from the large toothy smile, she gave David a look of 'I'd like to see you try and catch me while I'm in the air.'
David raised his brows, interested and pretty sure he got the general Stinky Cheese Man gist. With a smile he admitted he probably wouldn't be able to catch her, but shrugged as if to suggest he didn't care. His smile then changed to one poised to be amused at her reaction.
In response, Joselyn laughed, smothering her mouth into her arms. Afterward she she smiled at David and blew on the curls that weren't hidden under his hat; she enjoyed watching them bounce.
David gave her a half-glare and pulled his hand out from under himself, lifting his hat only enough to push his curls back underneath it - but then other curls spilled out. He tried again, then gave up with a 'what can ya do?' shrug and shoved his hand under his back again.
Joselyn watched David with an amused grin fixed to her face, simply perplexed by why he was so frightened to let people see his hair. Joselyn was proud of her hair and enjoyed leaving it down so it could be tossed by the wind when she was outside. "One day your hair is going to get tired of that hat and toss it right off," she said, still watching him. "Don't cha think so, Java? His hair will turn into something similar to that Arthur kid's hair."
"What, is his mother Medusa?" David asked, looking down a bit uncomfortably. He wanted to take off his hat - it was the one insecurity he had that he knew was absolutely idiotic but the only one he really couldn't control.
Joselyn noticed David's reaction and raised her eyebrows and opened her eyes a bit wider, leaning her head downward as she looked up at him, attempting to convey that she was only kidding and that he really didn't have to worry about the hat.
David looked up at her and smiled to let her know that he knew she was joking - and he had bigger things to worry about than his hat, anyway. He pulled both his hands out from under him and twisted over to his side so it was easier to see her. He put one hand up by his chin with the palm down and let the other arm hang off the bed away from her.
"The earth is about to be destroyed by Vogon ships," Joselyn said, looking at David. "You have about five minutes before the earth is destroyed to make way for an intergalactic highway. What do you do with those five minutes?"
"Find somebody I don't know," David said, looking her right in the eye. "And tell them the truth about everything..." He moved his mouth to one side for a second. "Or find someone I don't know and have a quickie." He then pushed his lip up, trying to think of a question.
"Do you think they'd believe you and your truth? Especially if they weren't a mutant?" Joselyn asked, always curious to know the truth about David since she only knew a tiny bit about him that wasn't a passing sarcastic thought.
"...I don't know, my truth is a little far-fetched, isn't it?" David responded, pondering it. "They probably wouldn't give a damn, anyway. Who would want to spend their last 5 minutes listening to me spout my life's story - or anyone's, really. If I went up to someone and started talking about Lincoln they'd probably smack me in the mouth..."
"They might want to listen," Joselyn mused aloud, "it'd distract them from their fate, at least, and possibly calm them down." She looked down at the bed, wondering what she would do if the world were about to be destroyed.
"You said before you think people go where they think they belong when they die," David said, watching her face curiously. "Where is it you think you belong?"
For a few moments, Joselyn just stared at David, unsure of what would come out of her mouth if she let it open. "I..," she started and then bit down gently on her lower lip, still uncertain. Her eyes looked up at David and she raised her eyebrows. "I really don't know yet," she said quietly.
David smirked, "You have a lot to learn about avoiding personal questions," he said, an amused look in his eye.
"From the mouth of the master," Joselyn said, shaking off the question and grinning at David. "I'm sure the longer I spend around you, the better I'll get, eh? My sarcasm rolls will get better and better, I'm sure."
"When you can steal the retort from my tongue, then you will be worthy, young grasshoppa," David said, and pulled his hands up into prayer position, mocking a bow at her. He looked down at Java, but she seemed to be in her own little world, and so he looked back at Jos.
"I'm sure it won't be too hard to do that," Joselyn said, grinning as she focused on David's eyes. "I'm sure I could take any retort from your tongue merely by giving it something better to do." Unintentionally, she bit her lower lip at the same time, thinking to herself that she really probably should hold her own tongue sometimes, but too amused to let that one stay bottled up.
David grinned, "Well, between then and now I'll learn how to sign," he responded and moved his hands around to pretend to speak sign language.
The grin on Joselyn's face bloomed into a smile as she held out her right and and spelled out the words 'Nice try, silly boy' with sign language letters. Afterward she folded her arms again and laid her head on them.
"Oh, good, so you'll understand me when I'm being clever and arousing at the same time," David responded cheerfully. "That should be great fun..." He rolled onto his back, satisfied with the situation.
Joselyn blinked her eyes for a few moments as her cheeks turned a light shade of red and then she buried her head in her arms and laughed. After the laughter had subsided she propped her chin up on her folded arms and smiled at David, shaking her head. "Really good with your hands and your tongue? Damn, you're a keeper," she said.
"Too bad I'm underage, isn't it?" David said, looking over at her with a winning smile.
"Too bad for you," Joselyn said, making a disappointed sound for his apparent loss and shaking her head before giving David an innocent smile.
David grinned and took the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, and while moving his hands in circles, he lifted it and sang "If you want my body, and you think I'm se-xy, come on, baby, let me kno-ow..."
Hands went up and Joselyn shielded her eyes, biting her lower lip and trying not to laugh as David sang. "No statutory going on in this room, no sir!" she said, a tiny laugh escaping.
David laughed. "If you insist," he said, and pulled down his shirt while he rolled off the bed on the opposite side that Joselyn was on. He walked around to where Java was on the floor, and laid on his stomach next to her, putting his chin in his hands and kicking his feet up behind him. He looked up at the ceiling. "Is there something I'm missing?" he asked.
"If you let your eyes kinda go out of focus you can see funny little shapes in the ceiling paint," Java enlightened. "It's like watching clouds, but indoors!" She had been enraptured with the everchanging images her mind found in the cracks and bumps on Joselyn's ceiling.
David rolled over onto his back, closer to Java now, and let his hands sprawl by his sides, palms up. He had his legs straight, but the feet fell apart, and he stared at the ceiling in an attempt to see what Java was seeing. He didn't look at it purposely, but kind of tried to space out a little while looking at it. "Are you on acid, Java?" he asked, while he tried to unfocus his eyes.
"What a question," Joselyn laughed, sprawling out on the floor on the opposite side of Java, so that now she was in the middle. She looked up at the ceiling, deciding that she'd find some colorful things to stick to the ceiling for later staring sessions. "A lil' bit of acid would make this all the more better, though."
"Indubitably..." David responded, and elbowed Java a little bit accidentally, not enough to hurt, as he moved to get more comfortable, he gave a 'whoops' face. "Sorry," he said quickly, and held out his hand close to her arm, just in case it did hurt her.
"No!" Java giggled, and nudged him back with her elbow. "I just have an overactive imagination." She grinned.
"I don't know, maybe the rest of us have underactive imaginations," David said, letting his hand fall knowing she wasn't hurt, and nudging her back.
Java giggled at the image of an obese imagination eating TV all the time. "Well, this is America," She admitted.
"That it certainly is," Joselyn said, turning to look at Java and grinning. "And here we're allowed to have overactive imaginations or none at all. And we can spend hours in front of televisions rotting our minds. Television and potato chips are the key to avoiding a revolution in America. No reason to really revolt as long as you have those potato chips and television, eh?"
"Oh, man, those potato chips are good," Java groaned, rubbing her flat stomach. "We have discovered the cure to violence in the world, and it is greasy flaky potato goodness."
"Sun chips are better," Joselyn said, the thought of those tasty chips jump-starting a craving as she lay there next to Java. "And that is the problem with violence. It's spurred by disagreement on chips."
"I disagree..." David replied. "I think the government has us hooked on taters 'cause they want to be able to do whatever they want knowing no one's going to revolt against them because we're too fat and lazy off the chips. Not to mention, we don't want them to take the chips away... It's like an unwritten agreement. You give us chips, we won't overthrow you."
"That is so true on so many levels," Java agreed. "Aw, man, all of this talk of chips has gotten me all hungry and rebellious! Whatever happened to that pie plot, anyway?" She complained.
"I don't really feel like apple pie anymore... I'm more in a..." David scrunched his face a bit, thinking. "Lasagna kind of mood," he grinned.
"Yughh," Java wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at the thought of all that tomato sauce. She widened one eye at David and suddenly poked his nose lightly before turning over and poking Joselyn's nose too. She quickly covered her own nose to protect from retaliation.
David flicked his nose, as it itched post-poking. He then rolled over a little bit to comfortably situate himself for a stomach tickle attack on Java, which he promptly executed.
Joselyn rolled onto her side and merely observed the stomach tickling, deciding one attack on Java was enough for the moment. Instead, she waited for her turn to retaliate for the nose poke.
Java squealed at the barrage of tickling assaulting her tummy and curled up in attempt to defend herself, giggling furiously. She swatted at his tickly fingers and ended up kicking Joselyn by accident in her squirming.
"Oi!" Joselyn laughed, jumping up onto her bed out of the way of flailing limbs and watching from the safe vantage point. "Careful not to break anything down there, darlings!" She laughed and crossed her legs as she sat on the bed.
David grinned at Java's squirming, and laughed at Joselyn's comment as he pushed himself up with his elbow, sure not to stop at least attempting to tickle Java, and crawled over on top of her in an attempt to pin her down enough to continue successfully with his tickle barrage.
Joselyn picked up Deadpool from wherever he'd been recently and eyed him, shifting her gaze between the action figure and the tickling war unfolding on her floor. "Tell me, dear DP, would you join in the scuffle? And if so, which side would you choose?" She nodded at the action figure, as if deep in conversation with it, still shifting glances, before setting him down on the bed. "Right." And she slowly reached for her pillow...
"Nuu!" Java giggled, peals of laughter overflowing from her lips as she squirmed spastically underneath David, trying to escape his ticklish embrace. She poked him back, harder than she had meant to, in the ribs and chest, hoping that it would aid her in her defense.
"Hey!" David called out in response to the hard poking, he gave her a sly smile and just increased the force of his tickle attack.
Since Java and David were clearly occupied, Joselyn had no trouble pulling her pillow onto her lap and getting a firm grip on the fluffy pillow. She waited a few minutes, until there was a brief pause, and then jumped down off of the bed and into the battle, smacking both David and Java with the pillow. "AHA!"
David, genuinely shocked, fell off Java and ended up on his back on the floor, laughing and looking up at Jos.
Responding quickly, Joselyn jumped back onto her bed after she'd launched her surprise attack, taking shelter behind her body pillow against the headboard, incase either David or Java decided to take revenge upon her.
Java took this opportunity to scuttle away from David's tickly fingers up onto the bed. "Thanks!" She said to Joselyn, grinning widely, her face flushed red from all the laughing.
"You've won this battle," David said up to the two of them, with a look that spelt revenge.
Joselyn winked at Java and then stuck her tongue out at David. "We'll always prevail," she informed him, still mostly behind her body pillow.
"Don't mess with me," David warned. "The Hell's Angels and I... we're tight, man."
"I'd just blow 'em away," Joselyn retorted, placing her chin on top of the pillow. "And then Java and I would fly away."
Java illustrated Joselyn's words as she spoke by presenting her one hand, then the other, and bringing her thumbs together to make a bird and flapping her fingers up and away. She grinned widely.
"Exactly!" Joselyn said, grinning ear to ear as she pointed at Java's beautiful display.
"Cowards," David mumbled. "You'd have to come down sometime, and we'll be waiting. We'll be waiting..."
"But would you know where we were going to land? Eh?" Joselyn inquired, leaning forward and giving David a dramatic stare. "We could fly up into the clouds and you wouldn't be able to see us. Then where would you be, other than guessing?"
"I would befriend a skilled airplane pilot," David replied. "Pre-Hell's Angels fight."
"I think all of this is just a clever ruse to distract us while Harold eats all the pie," Java declared, folding her arms conspiratorially.
"I concur with this conspiracy," Joselyn said, nodding her head, the flying away and Hell's Angels disappearing from her mind as she stood up. "Off to retrieved Harold. And then pie for Java?"
~ And it is assumed they had loads of fun over the week that was jumped. ~
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