(I learned that Robin torture, according to most authors, is as fun as heck.
Unfortunately, I am not putting Robin in here, and not because he isn't fun to torture, its because these guys need an ego boost. So sorry.)
"Elliot?" Kyd Wykkyd looked up at his girlfriend. It was one of those rare mornings when a lot of HIVE was awake. Billy had been roused to make breakfast because he was a really good cook. The others there were Johnny, Punk Rocket, Blackfire, Cheshire, and Kitten. "Ever think about having kids?"
Unfortunately, Angel said this line when Kyd had just swallowed. The piece of bacon went down the wrong tube and Kyd choked for a couple seconds. When he finally got the bit of food in the correct area, he signed, 'What on earth gave you this thought at BREAKFAST?' The rest of the villains were practically cracking up, but didn't do so loudly because Angel might kill them.
Angel shrugged. "I have personally no idea. It was just something floating around my skull for the past couple days." Cheshire snickered and said, "Lets hope they get your fashion sense and his powers. We do not want any fallen angels walking around." Angel nodded and shuddered. "So, do you?" Angel said, returning to the previous subject.
Kyd shook his head rapidly no. 'I'm a teenage boy, Angela. Things like that normally do not cross my mind.' He signed. Angel narrowed her eyes slightly. "So, what does cross you mind?" She asked icily.
Johnny stuck his plate in the sink and stood up. "I'm out. Sorry, Kyd." He walked off, snickering. Blackfire all of a sudden looked slightly nervous and walked out after him.
Kyd slightly sunk down in his chair. 'Uh... definite commitment in the future. That's for sure. But not kids. I mean, I am only seventeen.' He signed quickly. Angel nodded. "Okay. What about when you are say... twenty five?" Kyd shrugged. 'I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.'
Angel nodded again. "Okay, I'm good now." She said, sticking her plate in the sink and skipping off. Billy's shoulders were still shaking with repressed laughter as he threw another pancake on Kyd's plate. 'Billy, I swear, if you make one comment about the previous discussion, I will not bail you out for a month. And then Kitten might miss you.' Kyd signed, a slight smirk on his face for the last part. Billy's smile fell. "We are FRIENDS, Kyd. Nothing else, got it?"
Kitten looked confused. "Okay, I saw the sign for my name. And something about bailing out... do I want to know?" Billy shook his head rapidly no. "I really need to learn sign language." She growled, shoving her plate in the sink. "See you later, guys."
Billy turned towards Punk. "You have been awfully quiet." Billy remarked. Punk shrugged. "I'm just wondering when my next bloody pancake is getting here." Billy snickered. "I don't do Bloody pancakes, I do Billy Pancakes."
Billy narrowly dodged a sticky fork thrown at him.
(Ah, that embarrassing question. I remember reading a story about Argent asking Hotspot a similar question... couldn't tell you who wrote it. I also jacked the line about fashion sense and powers from somewhere. Also, foreshadowing with Blackfire a bit? Maybe?
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