Nori and Pietro at Shinobi's Party
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om_mainNoriko and Pietro catch up on current events (okay, mostly Philip issues, but also the birthday boy!) at Shinobi's party. Also, they dance.
"I'm sooooo glad you're here," Pietro said sincerely, holding out one of the two Jack-and-Cokes he'd brought with him. "I mean I guessed that Shinobi had finally groveled sufficiently to make it up to you, but seriously, that must've been some epic groveling. Amiright?"
Noriko had been pretty good at watching her alcohol intake, making sure not to drink too quickly. Being tipsy was fine; being drunk, really not. She took the offered glass with a nod of thanks, and took a first sip to ascertain how much alcohol was in it, even as Pietro talked on. She ended up frowning in confusion. "I thought you knew. He said you told him to do something epic." Or whatever adjective Shinobi had actually used; epic felt right to her.
Pietro grinned, sipping at his drink. He was dressed with all his usual flare: a Marilyn tank top with skinny jeans, his favorite "fuck" earring, and heavy black Docs. He'd expected their host to get fancied up--that had never stopped him before and never would again. "Well, I knew he'd done something epic--I told him you deserved some serious effort and so he'd better make it. But I knew better than to demand details. His pride is so delicate, you know." Smirk.
Noriko rolled her eyes, but it was good-natured, especially given what she was about to tell Pietro. "He arranged for several classes from Tokyo to come over to New York on a school trip. Including Keitaro's class."
"Wow," Pietro said, actually pausing to hold completely still for a very visible two seconds. "It's really, really hard for Shinobi to outdo himself, but... he did it. Good on him.
"When's Keitaro heading this way?"
"It happened this summer," she answered after taking another sip of her drink. "It's Shinobi," she added pointedly. "He wasn't going to give me advance warning." Better surprise her with it in the middle of New York City.
"Oh my god, that jerk," but Pietro said it with absolute affection in his voice. "That's amazing."
"It was - really fucking good," Noriko settled on giving him the simple truth. "So. Yeah. I'm here. But he's under strict orders not to fuck with my life anymore - not even in really fucking good ways, not without my go-ahead."
"I'd say I'd keep an eye on him for you, but let's face it, even I'm not fast enough to catch all of Shinobi's bad ideas." Pietro smirked, then looked around. "Where's Phil?"
"Fuck you," Noriko very pointedly retorted, without any kind of heat to it. On the contrary, she was almost smiling, albeit wryly. "He's around."
"Oh right, I guess waiting on you hand and foot would give up the game, and you two are still being all super-sekrit about it, yeah?" Pietro smirked. Hard.
"You mean, by opposition to the way I normally let the whole school know about my personal life?" Noriko retorted with raised eyebrows, apparently completely unfazed.
"Just not saying something is one thing," Pietro said with a laugh. "You two like actively hide it. Which is cool, I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sick to fucking death of the school drama so you probably have the right idea..."
"Damn right we do," Noriko confirmed, although she honestly wasn't certain what Philip's idea was exactly. But hers was definitely the this-isn't-anybody's-business kind.
"I'm just saying, I like that Remy's here to wait on me hand and foot and everyone knows it." Pietro redirected his gaze to the Cajun in question. "He hardly even knows Shinobi, but he's such a good sport about parties." Even if there's nothing to steal. Which there is, here, but he won't. Probably.
"I'm pretty sure the last thing either of us wants is somebody waiting on us hand and foot," Noriko replied, with a small wince. Really not her idea of a good time, as much as it worked for other people. Anyway, she wasn't sure she even wanted everything that normally came with being in a couple. What they had, whatever it was, was way easier to handle.
"Not literally," Pietro said with a good-natured eye roll. "But whatever. I'm just glad everyone got everything worked out and it's all good. Wait. Is it all good?"
Noriko couldn't help her lips from twitching up at that. "It's all good," she confirmed. She wouldn't want it any other way than it was, anyway, so it qualified as 'all good' in her book.
"Good." Pietro grinned. "You're well-matched. In most ways. Is he a good kisser? He kinda looks like he should be but then he's kinda robotic so..."
Noriko gave him a look, but then added - and she was blaming it on the alcohol - "He's good at a lot of things."
"Ooooh, girl, just what I wanted to hear." Pietro's grin morphed into a smirk right quick and he held out his fist for a gauntlet bump. "You deserve it. All of it."
Noriko rolled her eyes - but still gauntlet-bumped him.
"And since you're actually fast enough to punch me, I will not ask for details," Pietro chirped before taking a nice, long drink. "But seriously, I'm glad your weird secret-but-not thing is working out awesome and everyone's getting some and rainbows and flowers.
"Moving on before you can punch me anyway: when can we expect an invasion from Scott's team?" Pietro had kind of just been waiting for it, honestly. He was less than a month away from eighteen, himself, but like hell he was going to join Team Cyclops. Ever.
An invasion? Noriko frowned - much as she was glad for the change of topic. "You mean training sessions in common?"
Pietro smirked and nodded. "Yes, in brat-speak, that's what I meant."
"He wants more time on their own," she replied, easing into the new topic. This was always easy to talk about - especially to Pietro, despite their disagreements. "To solidify their dynamics, first."
"Well that's good news, anyhow." But before she could say anything, Pietro held up both hands. "I know, I know, I'll behave--just for you. I'm just saying, we're getting along great without them."
"We are," Noriko agreed. They'd made amazing progress, if you asked her. "But we should take all the help we can get." Which included help from - her lips twitched at the thought - 'Les X-quis', no matter how bitchy Pietro wanted to get about it. She knew he'd behave when it mattered.
"I knowwww." But Pietro's already-pouty lips twisted up like he'd just tasted something sour. "And so should they, I'm betting." What--they totally had their shit together!
"So should all of us," Noriko confirmed. "But we might do other stuff together. Shielding lessons with Betsy, and psych training."
"I could totally get behind that, anyhow," Pietro decided. "But I'd get behind like anything with Betsy. I totally trust her priorities." Scott, and most of Scott's team, for that matter... Not so much.
"I barely know her," Noriko admitted, "but she helped, back when that mess with Anders happened." She was glad he was now on the other side of the freaking ocean.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Pietro said, though he did feel a slight twinge of regret for the people of Middle Earth, now that the Creepiest Hobbit was returned to them. "But yeah, Betsy's solid like that. Brian too, even if he's a little more, uh. Well. Less fun until you get him drunk."
"Braddock family trait, huh?" Noriko stated, eyebrows raised. She knew him even less than she knew Betsy, though, for all that they'd once been on the same squad. The guy was private. Probably another family trait.
"Probably. God knows Wanda and I have the same kind of ideas about those things. And to be fair, there isn't a whole lot we have the same kind of ideas about, so that is actually saying something."
"Those things?" Noriko echoed, suddenly unsure what they were talking about. It didn't sound like they were talking about the Braddocks anymore, but she could be wrong.
"General priorities, especially when it comes to how to treat people, their lives, etc," Pietro clarified. "Siblings tend to have similar stances on that kind of values crap, if nothing else."
"Right," Noriko nodded, thoughtful. She'd never thought about it much, but, yeah. "That makes sense." Keitaro and she were pretty much cut from the same cloth in that regard, despite her father's best efforts, she was pretty sure.
"I gotta admit that I'm naturally super judgy of people from backgrounds like the Braddocks. I mean, old rich families like that got that way by stepping on the necks of generations of poor people, you know?" Pietro made a face, sipping at his drink thoughtfully. "But at least the modern generations seem really aware of that. Well, some of them. Then you have dick-faces like Regulus Black, but whatever."
"The sins of the father and all that, right?" Noriko stated. She didn't know Sirius very well, but he seemed nothing like what she'd heard about his family.
"They haunt us all one way or the other," Pietro supposed. He wondered sometimes if it was lucky he'd only met Erik in his teens; those sins had been communicated to him, so he hadn't had to live them. Maybe he'd feel really differently about them if he had. Maybe he'd really think they were, you know. Sins. "Some of us just get the good end. Some the bad. Too bad, but hey. Family." He smiled slightly. "Glad you got to see yours."
"Glad I only got to see the part that's happy to see me," Noriko retorted with a hint of a smile. Seriously. Thankfully, she could trust Shinobi with one thing, given his history - knowing better than to arrange a meeting between her and her father. But the music shifted to something a little more punky than it had been so far, and she downed the rest of her drink. "Come on. You wanna dance, white boy?"
Pietro followed her example, and reached out to take one of her gauntlets in his hand. "You're on, sugar. Let's show 'em how speedsters do."
"I'm sooooo glad you're here," Pietro said sincerely, holding out one of the two Jack-and-Cokes he'd brought with him. "I mean I guessed that Shinobi had finally groveled sufficiently to make it up to you, but seriously, that must've been some epic groveling. Amiright?"
Noriko had been pretty good at watching her alcohol intake, making sure not to drink too quickly. Being tipsy was fine; being drunk, really not. She took the offered glass with a nod of thanks, and took a first sip to ascertain how much alcohol was in it, even as Pietro talked on. She ended up frowning in confusion. "I thought you knew. He said you told him to do something epic." Or whatever adjective Shinobi had actually used; epic felt right to her.
Pietro grinned, sipping at his drink. He was dressed with all his usual flare: a Marilyn tank top with skinny jeans, his favorite "fuck" earring, and heavy black Docs. He'd expected their host to get fancied up--that had never stopped him before and never would again. "Well, I knew he'd done something epic--I told him you deserved some serious effort and so he'd better make it. But I knew better than to demand details. His pride is so delicate, you know." Smirk.
Noriko rolled her eyes, but it was good-natured, especially given what she was about to tell Pietro. "He arranged for several classes from Tokyo to come over to New York on a school trip. Including Keitaro's class."
"Wow," Pietro said, actually pausing to hold completely still for a very visible two seconds. "It's really, really hard for Shinobi to outdo himself, but... he did it. Good on him.
"When's Keitaro heading this way?"
"It happened this summer," she answered after taking another sip of her drink. "It's Shinobi," she added pointedly. "He wasn't going to give me advance warning." Better surprise her with it in the middle of New York City.
"Oh my god, that jerk," but Pietro said it with absolute affection in his voice. "That's amazing."
"It was - really fucking good," Noriko settled on giving him the simple truth. "So. Yeah. I'm here. But he's under strict orders not to fuck with my life anymore - not even in really fucking good ways, not without my go-ahead."
"I'd say I'd keep an eye on him for you, but let's face it, even I'm not fast enough to catch all of Shinobi's bad ideas." Pietro smirked, then looked around. "Where's Phil?"
"Fuck you," Noriko very pointedly retorted, without any kind of heat to it. On the contrary, she was almost smiling, albeit wryly. "He's around."
"Oh right, I guess waiting on you hand and foot would give up the game, and you two are still being all super-sekrit about it, yeah?" Pietro smirked. Hard.
"You mean, by opposition to the way I normally let the whole school know about my personal life?" Noriko retorted with raised eyebrows, apparently completely unfazed.
"Just not saying something is one thing," Pietro said with a laugh. "You two like actively hide it. Which is cool, I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sick to fucking death of the school drama so you probably have the right idea..."
"Damn right we do," Noriko confirmed, although she honestly wasn't certain what Philip's idea was exactly. But hers was definitely the this-isn't-anybody's-business kind.
"I'm just saying, I like that Remy's here to wait on me hand and foot and everyone knows it." Pietro redirected his gaze to the Cajun in question. "He hardly even knows Shinobi, but he's such a good sport about parties." Even if there's nothing to steal. Which there is, here, but he won't. Probably.
"I'm pretty sure the last thing either of us wants is somebody waiting on us hand and foot," Noriko replied, with a small wince. Really not her idea of a good time, as much as it worked for other people. Anyway, she wasn't sure she even wanted everything that normally came with being in a couple. What they had, whatever it was, was way easier to handle.
"Not literally," Pietro said with a good-natured eye roll. "But whatever. I'm just glad everyone got everything worked out and it's all good. Wait. Is it all good?"
Noriko couldn't help her lips from twitching up at that. "It's all good," she confirmed. She wouldn't want it any other way than it was, anyway, so it qualified as 'all good' in her book.
"Good." Pietro grinned. "You're well-matched. In most ways. Is he a good kisser? He kinda looks like he should be but then he's kinda robotic so..."
Noriko gave him a look, but then added - and she was blaming it on the alcohol - "He's good at a lot of things."
"Ooooh, girl, just what I wanted to hear." Pietro's grin morphed into a smirk right quick and he held out his fist for a gauntlet bump. "You deserve it. All of it."
Noriko rolled her eyes - but still gauntlet-bumped him.
"And since you're actually fast enough to punch me, I will not ask for details," Pietro chirped before taking a nice, long drink. "But seriously, I'm glad your weird secret-but-not thing is working out awesome and everyone's getting some and rainbows and flowers.
"Moving on before you can punch me anyway: when can we expect an invasion from Scott's team?" Pietro had kind of just been waiting for it, honestly. He was less than a month away from eighteen, himself, but like hell he was going to join Team Cyclops. Ever.
An invasion? Noriko frowned - much as she was glad for the change of topic. "You mean training sessions in common?"
Pietro smirked and nodded. "Yes, in brat-speak, that's what I meant."
"He wants more time on their own," she replied, easing into the new topic. This was always easy to talk about - especially to Pietro, despite their disagreements. "To solidify their dynamics, first."
"Well that's good news, anyhow." But before she could say anything, Pietro held up both hands. "I know, I know, I'll behave--just for you. I'm just saying, we're getting along great without them."
"We are," Noriko agreed. They'd made amazing progress, if you asked her. "But we should take all the help we can get." Which included help from - her lips twitched at the thought - 'Les X-quis', no matter how bitchy Pietro wanted to get about it. She knew he'd behave when it mattered.
"I knowwww." But Pietro's already-pouty lips twisted up like he'd just tasted something sour. "And so should they, I'm betting." What--they totally had their shit together!
"So should all of us," Noriko confirmed. "But we might do other stuff together. Shielding lessons with Betsy, and psych training."
"I could totally get behind that, anyhow," Pietro decided. "But I'd get behind like anything with Betsy. I totally trust her priorities." Scott, and most of Scott's team, for that matter... Not so much.
"I barely know her," Noriko admitted, "but she helped, back when that mess with Anders happened." She was glad he was now on the other side of the freaking ocean.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Pietro said, though he did feel a slight twinge of regret for the people of Middle Earth, now that the Creepiest Hobbit was returned to them. "But yeah, Betsy's solid like that. Brian too, even if he's a little more, uh. Well. Less fun until you get him drunk."
"Braddock family trait, huh?" Noriko stated, eyebrows raised. She knew him even less than she knew Betsy, though, for all that they'd once been on the same squad. The guy was private. Probably another family trait.
"Probably. God knows Wanda and I have the same kind of ideas about those things. And to be fair, there isn't a whole lot we have the same kind of ideas about, so that is actually saying something."
"Those things?" Noriko echoed, suddenly unsure what they were talking about. It didn't sound like they were talking about the Braddocks anymore, but she could be wrong.
"General priorities, especially when it comes to how to treat people, their lives, etc," Pietro clarified. "Siblings tend to have similar stances on that kind of values crap, if nothing else."
"Right," Noriko nodded, thoughtful. She'd never thought about it much, but, yeah. "That makes sense." Keitaro and she were pretty much cut from the same cloth in that regard, despite her father's best efforts, she was pretty sure.
"I gotta admit that I'm naturally super judgy of people from backgrounds like the Braddocks. I mean, old rich families like that got that way by stepping on the necks of generations of poor people, you know?" Pietro made a face, sipping at his drink thoughtfully. "But at least the modern generations seem really aware of that. Well, some of them. Then you have dick-faces like Regulus Black, but whatever."
"The sins of the father and all that, right?" Noriko stated. She didn't know Sirius very well, but he seemed nothing like what she'd heard about his family.
"They haunt us all one way or the other," Pietro supposed. He wondered sometimes if it was lucky he'd only met Erik in his teens; those sins had been communicated to him, so he hadn't had to live them. Maybe he'd feel really differently about them if he had. Maybe he'd really think they were, you know. Sins. "Some of us just get the good end. Some the bad. Too bad, but hey. Family." He smiled slightly. "Glad you got to see yours."
"Glad I only got to see the part that's happy to see me," Noriko retorted with a hint of a smile. Seriously. Thankfully, she could trust Shinobi with one thing, given his history - knowing better than to arrange a meeting between her and her father. But the music shifted to something a little more punky than it had been so far, and she downed the rest of her drink. "Come on. You wanna dance, white boy?"
Pietro followed her example, and reached out to take one of her gauntlets in his hand. "You're on, sugar. Let's show 'em how speedsters do."
