Pairing: Off-Ramp/Frostbite implied.
Rating: 'T', because I'm not sure anyone younger should be reading the 'Young Heroes in Love' SERIES, much less the fanfiction based on it.
"Hi!"
-CRACK!-
Off Ramp wondered for a moment if it might be a better idea to stay under the car. Then he reached down, grabbed Frostbite's ankle, and yanked himself out from under Roadshow by it. His forehead hurt like hell.
"Think you can walk in here any more quietly?" Off-Ramp growled.
"Hey, you're the one who forgot he had powers and brained himself on the chassis. I didn't even touch you," Frostbite returned.
"Do tell," Off-Ramp relented, without really admitting anything.
"-And don't think that was easy," asserted Frostbite. Off-Ramp smirked, and Frostbite gave him a hand up from the floor. "-What were you doing, anyway?" he held up Off-Ramp's none-too-clean hand between thumb and forefinger. There was a patchy mixture of oil and what appeared to be green slime covering it.
"Putting in new antifreeze," shrugged Off-Ramp.
Frostbite looked from George's hand to the car, then put George's hand down and rubbed his fingers together experimentally.
"This stuff works."
Off-Ramp noticed the faint shimmer of ice crystals beginning to form in the air around Frostbite's hand, though the antifreeze remained viscous.
"Yeah. Even up in Canada, probably."
"It's slippery," Frostbite arched his eyebrows speculatively.
"Don't even think about it."
"Why not? Everybody know to leave you alone while you're working on Roadshow..."
"Present company ignored, of course."
"It even smells nice," Frostbite observed, innocently.
"It's poisonous."
"You've got it all over your hand..." Frostbite argued.
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Notes: No, this will not be finished. Yes, I am being evil. (shrugs.)