Eat an Elephant {Kennedy}

[✿ngela wingrose]

Angela was now carrying Lucky the corgi puppy, one arm looped around Kennedy's elbow at the same time. The smell of food wafting toward her was overwhelming, and she was already fantasizing over the possible plates she'd pick. Her nose and stomach were completely indecisive. She's smell beef cooking but want a ham sandwich, and then she'd smell barbeque sauce and crave salad. Sure she'd figure it out once they got there, Angela stepped into the broad all-purpose room.

The pretty young lady put Lucky down before leaning up and giving Kennedy a swift peck on the corner of his mouth. Then she darted into the food line, hardly able to wait. Her eyes flicked from the grill to the salad bar to the ice cream cooler. Angela licked her lips.

Holding the spot in line for Kennedy to occupy next to her, she bounced on the balls of her feet impatiently.

"Of course the line is long when I'm hungry. I've never seen this many students want food at the same time I do. I hardly eat anyway! Why, the one time I feel like eating..." And for some reason this was really irritating the girl. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just because of how ravenous she was. But it was annoying all the same and she couldn't stop herself from shooting a look at the kids who surreptitiously turned at the sound of her familiar voice (using an unfamiliar tone).

Then her phone went off, and the aggravated blonde pouted as she fished it out of her purse. Rubbing her nose because the warm air was finally warming her up, hence making her nose itchy, Angela peered down at her cell phone and hit a button with her thumb. Pressing another one, a white screen with plain black text popped up.

Her appetite was temporarily pushed aside.

"Kennedy! My father's in town!"

She sounded excited and nervous. Her anxiety bounced with her when she turned to her boyfriend, eyes alight. She hadn't seen her father in forever. They rarely talked; Angela and Travis had never had a list of conversation topics they kept with them while they chatted. They'd never been the happy father/daughter set you saw on tv. But they were close, and even if Angela reminded Travis of his wife with her blonde hair and bright, bright smile, Travis was always there for Angela when she needed him. And for that reason, Angela respected him. Loved him.

Slipping a hand into Kennedy's, she squeezed it tightly and giggled.

"Well, I met your father..." She began suggestively, "I promise Travis won't hit on you or tell you how pretty you are..."

[ken]

Kennedy walked alongside Angela, pretending like he wasn't reading her thoughts. They were coming unbidden now, and he was certain that's what they were. Unless he was finally going crazy, which he was willing to accept.

But, no, there were more. The moment they got within range of the antechamber a half a dozen inner voices hit Kennedy. Fortunately his Gifts rearranged themselves, and instead he just found himself Phasing out of Angela's arm, and hovering slightly. Of course, he handled the flight easily enough, though adapting to the Phasing was something new.

His third Gift?

Well, the girls in the area were suddenly quite interested in Kennedy, and glaring at Angela.

Travis was in town?

It was about time Kennedy met Angela's father. Officially. They had met before, after all, though Kennedy wasn't certain how well Travis would remember him. Apparently Eoin and Travis had worked together at some point, and thus Kennedy could be safely labeled "Eoin's boy."

"You mean Travis won't find me pretty?" asked Kennedy. He opened his mouth and tried to look astonished. In actuality, he was more irritated: his hand kept phasing through Angela's. "I'm definitely up for meeting your father though. And any other family members. After all, it's only a matter of time before the Cavan Clan descends on you."

He gave her an apologetic smile, wishing he could give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Better make sure he knows who I am ahead of time though. Gonna be awkward enough as is."

[✿ngela wingrose]

_{Feck. I JUST finished replying to this and my laptop shut off. No warning, no nothing. FECK FECK FECK. It was really cute too.}


When Kennedy spoke about Travis not thinking he was pretty, her brows furrowed in confusion. Ohhh, it was a joke. Kennedy would be able to see how slow his girlfriend really was if he was still listening to her thoughts. She giggled.

"I'm sure he'll think you're quite the dapper young man," Angela assured him, going to pat him on the shoulder. When her hand went right through him, her eyes revealed her initial shock, then calmed.

"Busy in here," she commented, raising an eyebrow so he knew she was talking about the 'powers' rather than the number of students eating.

He was talking about other family members now. She shrugged.

"You only have Travis to worry about. I always wondered what it would be like to have a large family like yours," Angela added. Perhaps it sounded as though she were trying to divert the topic, or maybe she was hinting at possibly wanting to join the Cavan family for more than just Christmas dinner. Or it could just be Angela babbling like Angela.

Oblivious to the glares she was receiving, she turned to Kennedy and leaned up to try for a kiss. But it didn't work; he was still phasing. Pouting for only a brief moment, Angela found she couldn't stay upset over not being able to touch him. He smelled really really good, and it was very distracting.

"You smell nice," she commented to explain her staring, "new cologne?" Angela sniffed again, letting her eyes roll up dramatically. Oooh... he smelled really really really good. It was difficult to tell what she wanted more. Food or Kennedy.

Her stomach growled as though trying to sway her to the right choice. Okay, food then Kennedy, provided that the phasing was flushed from his system first. The 'Kennedy' she was thinking of would have a difficult time doing what she wanted him to do.

He was talking again. Travis. Guh.

"Yeah," she agreed, making a face, "I'd better talk to him beforehand..."

If Kennedy was still tuned into her thoughts, he'd hear the rest of her unfinished sentence.

...I wonder if Travis will like him. He liked Tristan. But then, Tristan sought Travis out on his own to make sure daddy knew how much he loved me... Oh Tristan...

But true to her word to Kennedy, everything thought went unspoken, and she cast him a sideways smile as she shuffled along in the line, picking up a tray and sliding it forward.

[ken]

If Travis remembered Kennedy at all from previous reports, than the young man was in trouble. Yes, he'd done well enough in recent history. But if you dug a little further into the past you'd find the Coven days, and those certainly weren't anything Kennedy cared to remember. Also wasn't something he wanted to be at the forefront of Travis's mind.

"Definitely busy," agreed Kennedy. He was far more irritated at not being able to kiss his girlfriend than she was. In fact, this gave him a good deal of encouragement toward finding a replacement Gift for this phasing thing fast. He shuffled around, trading places with Angela. This worked well enough to get rid of the phasing, though he still wasn't sure what Gift he'd picked up.

"Well, you're welcome to try it out for a while. My family's dying to meet you too, and you're definitely invited to spend Christmas with us. We can also try and spend some time with your dad too. Heck, you could probably invite him over. Distract my dad enough."

That would certainly be interesting to watch. Eoin and Travis talking to one another. It might even be enough to distract Patrick, who'd be interested if nothing else. They'd still have to worry about Desmond, Holly, Bridget, Mackenzie, heck, even Morgan to some extent.

Suddenly Kennedy really didn't want to think about his family.

"Don't worry about it, it's not that big of deal," he reassured Angela, responding to that look. He managed to hold her arms, giving her a squeeze to go along with his words. Certainly not phasing now.

[✿ngela wingrose]

The moment Kennedy was able to touch her again was the moment Angela spun around and planted a fast, surprise kiss on his mouth. How inappropriate would it be to strip him down right here, right now in front of all these people? She kissed him again, just a little slower, then a lot slower. Somebody passed them in line, and Angela didn't even notice until she broke the kiss.

Her playful little smile dropped however, when she did notice.

"Hey!" She protested, shooting an unfriendly look at the boy who'd cut in front of them. Angela crossed her arms, "We were here first! Go back to your spot."

The boy made a face. "You were too busy sucking face with Cavan to move."

Shocked, Angela dropped her arms and even slammed one tiny fist onto her tray. She looked genuinely angry and very very upset over this one little situation. With her other hand, she pointed to the back of the line.

"Get out of my spot right this instant!" She cried, making quite the scene. She was huffing and puffing with exertion, her face screwed up for only one emotion; anger. The boy raised an eyebrow, and looked as though he had no itention of moving. The emotional young woman stomped her foot. Not knowing what else to do besides scream at the top of her lungs, Angela turned to Kennedy for his help.

"Make him go awayy," she whined quietly to him, her eyes filling with unneccesary tears again.

[ken]

What. The. Hell.

Had someone replaced Angela with a demon of some sort?
Perhaps she'd been mind-wiped again?
Was a jealous female pushing emotions onto her?

Kennedy could just not figure this out. He looked around, trying to ascertain what exactly could be upsetting his girlfriend that much. Yes, having someone cut in front of them was quite annoying. But that was hardly reason to yell at someone.

Besides, Angela never yelled at anybody.

"Angela," he began, his voice calm and very reasonable, "it's just one spot in line. It's not that big of deal. Look, we're near the front as it is."

They were, actually. After several minutes of waiting in line, they'd nearly reached the actual food. Wouldn't be much longer before they were filling their bellies.

"Look," now Kennedy addressed the skipper, "could you just go back a few spots? We're moving and it's really not that big a deal."

The boy glared at Kennedy, muttering something along the lines of "whipped," and didn't move. Sighing, Kennedy looked down at Angela. He really, really didn't want her to be crying and throwing a fit. But over something like this? Some guy cutting in front of them in line? Sure, he was a jackass, but...

"Are you alright, Angela?"

[✿ngela wingrose]

Angela didn't look like she was in any sort of mood for very calm and very reasonable. She looked p'd off and on the verge of tears, and one ragged breath nearly undid her.

"We would be nearer if he hadn't cut!" She insisted, ignoring how trivial this 'argument' was. She shot another death glare at the boy while Kennedy tried to reason with words. Could he just make him go back in line? Angela sighed in her impatience, and when the twit refused to move, and when Kennedy asked if she was okay, Angela let out a loud an explosive noise.

"Of course I'm alright," she snapped, slamming the tray forward so it collided with the butting boy's tray. The student made a noise of protest and Angela stuck out her tongue childishly.

"I just need some of that rancid garlic bread, a tuna sandwich, a bowl of chocolate ice cream, and a six-inch sub," the model declared, urging her tray forward when the boy was late by 0.2 seconds to follow the line.

When they at last reached the food, Angela's tray was no longer visible under all the food. She was really hungry, and she couldn't remember what she'd had for breakfast. The aforementioned garlic bread had been ignored, and instead there was a chicken wrap, vanilla ice cream, a clementine, a footlong turkey sub, and a large Coke. She was also eyeing the pizza longingly.

"Why don't you get the pizza and we can share?" She suggested, pulling out the trademark and copyrighted only-seen-in-magazines Angela Wingrose 100 mega-watt smile.

[ken]

Garlic bread, tuna fish, ice cream and whaaaaat?

Kennedy may be a bit dense at times, but even he was beginning to connect the dots. After all, he had older sisters. And nieces. And nephews. Lots of nieces and nephews.

"Pizza, right," agreed Kennedy. He wisely grabbed the biggest pizza he could find and put it on his tray. Along with his own Coke, a salad, and several pieces of "rancid garlic bread." He then licked his lips, and tried to figure out how exactly he should broke this subject.

Angela, I think you might be pregnant.
How are you feeling today Angela? Nauseated? Exceptionally horny, perhaps?
Hey, honey, when's the last time you had, you know. Are you late?
It's almost like you're eating for two?
You know, this reminds me of the time my sister was carrying twins...

"Hungry?" asked Kennedy. He nodded to the tray, trying to pretend like his voice hadn't just jumped an octave up the register.

Well, good thing you were planning on marrying her anyway. Better do it quickly, or else your family will kill you.

"Garlic bread smells nice."

Yes, he was that lost for things to say.

[✿ngela wingrose]

"Yeah," Angela nodded, "I forgot breakfast this morning, and I didn't have a big dinner last night," her tone suggested she was still a little put-out over the whole line-jumper situation. As she moved up to pay for her lunch, she fumbled with her purse for a couple seconds before she produced the right bills and handed them over to the schoolworker at the cash register.

His comment on the garlic bread made her wrinkle her nose.

"You can eat that one all by yourself. I don't think I could stomach garlic today."

She began searching out tables, and zeroed in on one.

"I'll go save us a spot," she said quickly when she saw the irritating line jumper closing in on her spot. Like a territorial lioness, she leapt through the air and gracefully landed on the table, clicking her boot heels loudly on the surface just before her lunch nemesis could plant his tray on it. Refraining from pushing him away with the toe of her boot, she resorted to making a triumphant face before she hopped off the table onto one of the chairs, grinning when the boy had to find himself another table.

But then her craving for food won the battle over her small victory, and soon she was chowing down on the chicken wrap.

[ken]

Fortunately Kennedy got his meals on a special account, so he didn't have to bother with a register. Technically neither did Angela, as long as she was with him. But if she felt like paying, he wasn't going to stop her. Not with her current... situation.

Now she was leaping on tables. what was next? Dressing up in a fashionable leotard and cape to chase after super-villains?

"Don't give her any ideas," muttered Kennedy under his breath. He hurried to catch up with her, dutifully ignoring the sudden shifting of Gifts he got. Unfortunately, he managed to pick up telepathy just as he reached the table, which was exactly what he didn't want right now.

"Nice job with the whole spot saving move," complimented Kennedy. He slid down next to the amazon formerly known as Angela.

And she wasn't even showing yet. Was she going to get progressively crazier as the pregnancy developed? Would Kennedy have nine months of table-leaping and attacks to look forward to? This was definitely not looking up.

He tore a piece of garlic bread, again searching for a decent conversation. Lucky. Where had the dog gone in all this?

Kennedy turned, just in time to see his dog dutifully walking over to the table. By now most of the students, faculty, and staff had grown used to seeing the occasional pet, and most of them liked Lucky. Still, they weren't entirely thrilled about sharing their meal with a corgi.

They also weren't about to approach the Queen of the Damned either.

Lucky wandered over to Angela, blissfully unaware of the girl's violent mood swings. The dog simply barked, head butting one of her favorite people a few times, and then sat down, patiently awaiting food.

[✿ngela wingrose]

_{I REPLIED TO THIS. I KNOW I DID! DID SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY DELETE IT? I KNOW I REPLIED TO THIS ALREADY.
*feck. I just checked the history. When my internet quit, it ate my amazing reply. Feckfeckfeck.}

"Thanks," Angela smiled, the victory not lost on her, "I had to beat an old woman for these seats, you better like 'em," she joked, however it was debateable whether or not she actually would have bullied and elderly lady for the table. Growing bored with her chicken wrap, she set it aside and popped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Then she picked up the clementine and began peeling a perfectly OCD strip off until it all unravelled in her palm. Taking the spoon out of her mouth and setting it firmly in the vanilla, she started ripping apart the little orange slices and consuming them like popcorn kernels.

When Lucky reappeared, Angela relinquished some of her chicken wrap and patted the dog fondly on the top of her head.

"Do you think Molly is going to get along with Lucky?" Angela asked thoughtfully around a mouthful of clementine. Then she discovered the fruit was completely gone, and she furrowed her brows. Okay, ice cream. That soon vanished too, and Angela was picking up the first half of her turkey sub with two hands.

"This is the last time I skip meals. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and they won't be too happy if they have to digitally edit out a belly!" Angela joked, giggling a little, "If I stay away from the pizza I won't have to worry about my skin..." this thought saddened her, because Kennedy's pizza looked delicious.

_{Sorry, this post doesn't compare to what I initially wrote and I can't muster up the strength to write anything better.}

[ken]

For a few moments, Kennedy couldn't help but picture Angela going toe-to-toe with an elderly woman. Something told him that she would, in her current mood. Probably win too. And shout. A lot.

Just please no leotards.

Great, now Kennedy was picturing that.

"Can you imagine another living creature not getting along with Lucky? I think the only thing she's ever met that she didn't like was Rae," said Kennedy, waving at the animal in question.

Lucky recognized that she was being talked about, and fed. Therefore she yapped cutely and began nibbling on chicken wrap.

"One meal isn't going to give you any belly," protested Kennedy. He smiled and shifted his tray of pizza closer to her. He'd already begun eating the garlic bread, which tasted better than it had smelled.

Yes, one meal wasn't going to give her a belly. But something else would. But Angela was the type of girl who'd probably look absolutely beautiful pregnant. Glowing and all that. Just have to shift her modeling for a few months. No big deal.

"And if you wash up, you won't have to worry about pizza either. Besides," he leaned in to peck her cheek, "I think you're beautiful no matter what."

Yes, he was trying very hard, thank you for noticing.

[✿ngela wingrose]

"True," Angela said after swallowing whatever food item she was chewing. She could definitely see her cat playing with Lucky, violence-free. Molly was such a fun-loving and peaceful animal. Her snuggle-bunny and protector of things that went bump in the night. Molly and Lucky were going to be bffls, she was sure.

When the pizza was pushed closer to her, she grinned at him. "You're not reading my mind right now, are you?" The blonde teased, putting down the sub in favour for a couple bites of pizza. She avoided anything green, and returned the slice to Kennedy's tray, a few bites smaller.

When he reasoned that she could 'wash up' and she'd be fine, her smile turned mischevious. But then he called her beautiful, and her heart melted.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that," Angela admitted, taking one of his hands. She marvelled at how his fingers swallowed hers up; Angela was so tiny in comparison to Kennedy. Luckily they fit perfectly together... which reminded her.

"What do you say we... wash up after this?" Her eyebrows raised and dropped once, which would hopefully be all the suggestion she'd need to use to let her boyfriend know what she had in mind.

[ken]

The picture of cat and dog frolicking and playing was just fun to see. And entirely possible, given the dispositions of both animals. They'd have to arrange a play date and see what happened.

At the mention of mind reading, Kennedy tried very hard not to panic. Some people got very touchy about that sort of thing; he had when he'd dated Adelaide. "Uh, I might be..."

He gulped, reaching for a slice of pizza. He quickly crammed most of it into his mouth, buying time with the chewing. Unfortunately he almost gagged on it. Didn't help that Angela took his hand and started smiling at him. Simply wasn't fair that they were this far into their relationship and he still got all wobbly when she did that.

"We could definitely, uh, wash up," agreed Kennedy, once he'd finally managed to swallow his food. He didn't even need his mind reading power to understand what Angela was hinting there. Certainly helped, and made things very clear.

"Might want to wait a bit for the food to digest," he suggested, nodding at Angela's plate. She was already further along then he, but then again, she hadn't been freaking out through most of the meal. And she was probably eating for two.

Kennedy tried not to pass out at that thought. More pizza, stat!

[✿ngela wingrose]

Angela made a mock disappointed face when he awkwardly may or may not have admitted to reading her mind. She didn't feel intruded upon, not now at least. She wasn't thinking of anything personal, in fact she was thinking of something involving the two of them, alone, in the showers, with warm water beating down on them... Kennedy could peek all he wanted.

"It's not like we're going to be swimming," Angela cooed, tracing the lines in his palms with soft, delicate fingers. With her other hand she tore a small piece of her sub off and popped it into her mouth, smiling roguishly with her lips. She waited until she'd swallowed before she let some teeth slip into her little vixen grin.

"How long do you think we should wait?" Angela asked, still drawing aimless doodles in his hand. She ran her index finger all the way up his middle finger, letting her manicured nail press into his fingertip lightly before flicking away. How many nerve-endings had she just electrified? That coy smile suggested that she might know the answer to that.

"Or... how long can you wait?"

Withdrawing her hand completely, she used it to lift the long sandwich up to her mouth, where she took a big bite. Eating a sub had never been so sexy!