Bobby and Conner, December 21
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om_mainKon drags Bobby outside to throw the football around, and Bobby, uh. Flies.
No really.
Since he'd learned to regulate his own body temperature, Bobby didn't feel the need to wrap up quite so warmly as he had previous winters when venturing through the school. It did mean some what of a heatwave followed him wherever he went but, thus far, no one had complained.
Mug of coffee in hand, he made his way to the rec room and smile when the familiar sounds of crowds and commentators met his ears through the door. It didn't matter hugely what sports was being watched, he could enjoy any really even if futbol was his one true love.
He nudged the door open to see who it was inside.
"Oh, no, are you freakin' kidding me, Tomlin?" Conner facepalmed; he couldn't even watch. They could not get beaten by the Chiefs! "Go for it! Go for it on fourth, don't pansy out!" He threw a piece of popcorn at the screen.
"It is easy to criticise from the couch." Bobby told the boy with some amusement, leaning on the back of said couch to look down to him.
"I'll have you know I am the world's most accomplished Armchair Quarterback," Conner said with a laugh before twisting in his seat to see who it was. He grinned. Dude seemed cool, and Kon had total respect for what he'd just been through and done. "Hey, Free-Bobby. Sup, man?"
With a chuckle, Bobby corrected lightly "Clear-Bobby, I was not Nelson Mandela. I am good, and you? Apart from your team troubles, that is." Easily, he vaulted the back of the couch and made himself comfortable. The half drunk coffee remained in it's cup, somewhat impressively.
Kon snorted at the comparison then nodded to the TV. "Roethlisberger--who is a dick, yes--is having a crazy awesome year stats-wise, but the team can't pull their shit together. It's killing me.
"Other than that, I guess it's okay. But I mean. Football." He sighed dramatically.
"American Football you mean." The Brazilian boy grinned back. "Which, I confess, I know little about but I can cheer at appropriate moments...or inappropriate depending on whom I wish to annoy. My real love is true futbol, however."
"Futbol is also excellent," Conner said agreeably. He never really got why people were so hardcore one or the other--all sports were awesome, as far as he was concerned. "And less likely to give you life-ruining injuries, which is a massive bonus.
"But--wait, your power makes you super strong, right?"
"I can convert solar energy into strength, yes. It can also make me invulnerable among other things though even with that I doubt I'd want to seriously try American Football." Bobby was grinning as he continued, mocking himself. "It would be a shame to ruin a pretty face such as mine."
"So true. I barely escaped with mine in tact." Conner gestured gun-style to his face. "And that woulda been a shame.
"But you gotta know how to throw a football, right? I mean, you'd be epic."
"I know how to throw a football, yes, but I tend to keep my mutation and sports separate to be honest." Bobby told him, his manifestation story was public knowledge now, he might as well not be coy.
"I getcha," Conner said, following along just fine with that train of thought. He glanced up at the TV, made a face as Big Ben missed yet another pass--totally not Brown's fault!--then returned his attention to Bobby. "Though, I mean. Around here there are some pretty awesome things you could do with your powers and sports. Like--dude you could chuck a football!"
"True, there are those with powers that can cope with mine. In truth, I have played what we called 'mutant ball' futbol organised by myself but no others sports really. Are you suggesting you wish to?" The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally scorch someone or take off their head but powers such as Lil's defended against such. He'd never seriously considered it before really.
"Hell yes, I do." Conner chuckled, then looked at the screen and frowned. "Ugh, these assholes. You busy? Because I really need to throw something right this very second."
"Is my pretty face at risk, then?" Berto joked back.
"Nah." Kon shook his head and jumped to his feet. "Your girlfriend is my Spanish TA, man. I don't wanna piss her off."
With a laugh, he agreed "Oh yes, you would not wish to see my Querida angry, trust me!"
"Seems like it runs in the family." Conner chuckled. Jean-Paul was a cool guy, but yeah, not someone he'd want to seriously piss off. "You're a brave dude, Bobby."
He clicked off the TV and waved for Bobby to follow him out into the hall. He had on a hoodie, himself, but cold wasn't really a problem for Kon these days, anyhow, and he was pretty sure there was a football somewhere in the front closet.
Meanwhile as he followed Bobby was subconsciously cranking up the heat around him. This was his third American winter but he still hadn't truly learnt to stand the cold. Perhaps all the recent trips to Brazil had not helped, however.
"Brave? Eh, the Beaubier twins are pussycats when you know how to treat them!" He did, however, look over his shoulder after saying that. Just in case.
"Yeahhhhh, I'll just bet!" Conner chuckled and swooped down to grab a ball from the closet, then got the front door and pulled it open. His TTK was in full force, but he tightened it up a little to keep himself warm, just in case the hoodie wouldn't. "I'll take your word for it and just try and stay on their good side."
"This is a good plan to stick to, I only wish I could more often!" Bobby chuckled a little though it falter as they stepped outside. "I doubt I shall ever get used to this cold."
"My TTK can block it out." Kon flexed his free hand and waggled the fingers, testing to see if he was letting air through. He knocked the door shut with a booted foot behind him. "But not totally, because I gotta let some stuff through or--you know. Suffocation would suck."
"I can imagine, yes." Bobby smirked back as he zipped up his hoodie fully. "I can play with the temperature in and around me, raising and lowering it. Around this time of year I become a bit of a magnet for Victor, he's the only one who suffers in the winter more than me, I think."
"Victor?" Kon made a face. What even? Not that Kon claimed to know if Bobby was into dudes and/or others not women or not, but--what?
Bobby shrugged, not realising the way Conner was taking his words. "He is a lizard, he therefore relies on outside bodyheat, when I am in the room I make the room hotter. Like a hot lamp or so on. It makes him less sluggish so in cold months he's often but not always nearby, it helps him I think and I do not mind it. He is a good kid."
"Oh, right!" Kon should've known that, what with the sun-bathing conversation and all. Duh. He tossed the football up in the air and caught it. "Makes total sense. I thought you meant--something else. Was thinking Jeanne-Marie was a way more, uh, open-minded girlfriend than I woulda thought. Nevermind.
"You ever thrown one of these?" Kon held the ball just right, fingers over the laces, his large hands having zero problem getting comfy with it.
"I am certainly only Jeanne-Marie's, it might be fun to make Victor blush sometimes and oh so easy too, but no I do not....I think the phase is 'play for that team'?" Bobby told him with a smile and an easy shrug before answering the real question. "And I have, of course, and personally I do find it ridiculous that you people insist on calling it football and then throw the ball instead!"
"Right?" Kon laughed. "What the hell is up with that?
"Well, I play for all teams--sports and otherwise." Now his grin was downright cheeky. "But I get that some people like to specialize. Still, if you're willing to branch out..." Conner tossed Bobby the football--gently, for now. "Sports-wise, that is."
Okay, he wasn't really flirting. Or maybe just a little. But hey, Bobby didn't like dudes, and he seemed chill enough to get a joke, so it was all good!
"I am perfectly content on my own branch but if you are happy with incurring the wrath of the twins, why not?" Bobby teased back, not minding at all.
"What, Quebecois have something against football?" Kon did his best innocent face for a full two seconds before bursting into laughter. He held up both hands for a pass. "Hit me!"
"They have something against sharing, I think," Bobby grinned back before warning "You asked for it, remember this!" It took a moment to prepare, when there was no clear sun in the sky it was harder for him but not impossible. There was still a bundle of nerves as his hand went back and then the supercharged throw happened and the world did not end.
Laughing, Kon ramped up his TK field to push him into hyperspeed. It wasn't Northstar-fast, but his legs definitely got a little blurry and he became something of a black hoodie-streak before appearing across the yard. He held out his hands and jumped to catch the (pretty decent, actually) spiral Bobby had chucked. It hit him hard--which, of course, didn't hurt in the least, but he gave a little 'uff!' for good measure as his feet hit the ground, arms hugging the ball.
With a whoop and a laugh, Bobby called over "Bravo! Well done for surviving, my friend!"
"Tactile Telekinesis, bro!" Conner threw the ball up in the air, spiraling it up and then down again. "Can take whatever hits me."
"I feel that there is a kink joke there but I am not sure my English fully covers it." Bobby laughed back.
"Ha!" Yep, Conner had a feeling he was gonna like this guy, all right. Hilarious! He pulled back his arm and let fly a huge spiral in a perfect arc for Bobby... and overthrew him a little, but whatever, dude was an athlete, he could make it!
Which he did, with a short run and a dive. Ok, he didn't land on his feet but this wasn't his game anyway!
"It is official, you are trying to ruin my face!" He accused, laughing as he pulled himself up and brushed himself off.
"That'd only benefit me if I was worried about competition." Conner trotted back to Bobby, laughing with him.
"Of course you are threatened, look at me!" Bobby joked as he threw the ball back.
"You're pretty, but--" Kon blurred again, making a run for the ball and catching it with some of his best wide receiver moves--in spite of having been a quarterback for all of his short career. "--Not pretty enough to steal my boyfriend. So it's all good."
Seriously, Conner knew it was usually the kind of thing people rolled their eyes at, but once someone literally refused to let death part you, it was safe to say you were gonna be together forever. Even at the age of 16.
"Well, since I would not know what to do with him even if I tried, this is likely a good thing I think." Watching Conner was, well, like watching nothing else in the world really. It gave Bobby more confidence that he did not need to hold back as he took more solar energy into himself, looking less human and moving into his other form.
Conner lifted off the ground briefly, spun and re-landed, mouth open for another smart remark. But it died on his lips when he saw the... not exactly flaming, because flames weren't pitch black like that but... damn, dude. That was epic. He grinned and chucked the ball again, this time waaaaay past Bobby, wanting to see what he could do.
Bobby launched himself after the ball and didn't come back down, which startled him more than anything else really. Flying, he was flying. The ball was melting in his hot hands but who cared because FLYING.
"Woooo-hoooo!" Kon launched himself off the ground and raced to catch up, ball all-but-forgotten. "Dude, I had no idea you could do this! Bad-ass!"
"I did not either!" Bobby shocked back, his shock very obvious. "And I am not sure how to stop it!"
"No shit?!" But as soon as it was out of Kon's mouth, he realized, of course no shit. his expression was harder to make out with this weird blackfire form thing he had going on, but still, dude was clearly not joking. "Okay, no problem man, I'll catch you! Just do what you gotta do and don't worry about it. I'll stick with you."
"This is not another 'mash the pretty boy' thing, is it?" Bobby joked in a poor attempt to cover his nerves.
Even Conner could feel the nerves, there, but he laughed anyhow, knowing better than to show it. He had his pride, too. Loads of it. "Nah, man, no mashing I swear, even if I am indestructible. Also, you feel super hot--I can shut that out too if I want to, so don't worry okay? I'm the best guy in the world when it comes to catching people mid-air."
"Ok, ok, right. How do we do this then? And not crash?" Because however he was doing this, and he wasn't too sure right now, it would run out soon without him controlling it, surely?
"Well, I guess--whatever you're doing, just stop doing it?" Kon guessed, face screwed up. "I'm not really a plan guy. I'm good on the fly. Pun intended."
"Your puns are awful!" Bobby told him immediately "I am not sure how this is happening, if I change back to me perhaps I will stop?" He wasn't hugely high up but it was still daunting.
"Okay, so A, my puns are awesome," Conner said immediately. "And B, go for it dude. Less talking, more doing. You'll see, it'll be great."
Pride refusing to show his fear, as confidently as he could Bobby started letting the energy flow out of his body, the heat started dissipating and, as predicted, he started losing height almost immediately.
Kon dropped with him. "There you go, just like that! Whatever it is, keep doing--the thing."
Freefalling was not Roberto idea of fun however and he failed to reply since his teeth were gritted and body tensed in anticipation of a very nasty impact on the ground.
Conner, however, swept under him and, matching his descent speed so he didn't fuck up dude's neck, slipped an arm around his waist and started to put on the breaks. "Gotcha! Just hold on, we got this."
Fear overruled pride and Roberto clung tightly to the other boy. Yes, he knew Connor could fly but after the fall instinct and adrenaline ruled the brain not logic
Dude seemed to be, like, back to himself now, so Kon eased them both back to the ground, then patted his back. "Nice, dude!"
After taking a few long moments to realise he was indeed back on solid ground, Bobby released Conner and let out a surprised stream of Brazilian. Mostly curse words and religious exclamations.
Kon ran a hand through his wild hair. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'm guessing something about how awesome flying is. Because it's awesome. And you just did it."
"I did not expect that!" Roberto half laughed, both still startled and exhilarated by the discovery. !And I...I appear to have killed your football." There was a melted mess on the floor.
"Worth it!" Kon held up his fist for a bump.
Laughing, Roberto bumped fists and looked around as though as a momentary loss. So, he could fly too. That wasn't even something it had occurred to him to try, why would it?
"You know what we should do now?" Conner raised his eyebrows. "We should do it again."
"You think?" He wasn't certain, he wasn't going to back down at all but he was quite pleased to be back on solid ground.
"Hell yeah!" First thing Kon had done when he realized he could fly was--okay, crash land. But then he flew again! "I'll spot you, come on. It'll be amazing!"
"You are a terrible idea in the shape of a person. I like you." Berto decided.
"What's not to like, right?" Kon slapped him companionably on the back. "C'mon, bro. Let's fly!"
The second take off (was that what he should call it? He made a mental note to checking flying terminology with Jeanne-Marie) was not smooth at all since the first had been accidental. It quickly became clear that he could only fly in his 'Sunspot' form and beyond that the only setting he seemed to be able to find was 'seriously fast' but he was figuring it out. Slowly but surely.
And Conner just stuck beside him all the while, whoo-hooing and clapping out encouragement. It had been awesome, when Tim figured out that he could fly--it was kinda cool to be able to help someone else figure out that they could. Even if it was a total accident!
No really.
Since he'd learned to regulate his own body temperature, Bobby didn't feel the need to wrap up quite so warmly as he had previous winters when venturing through the school. It did mean some what of a heatwave followed him wherever he went but, thus far, no one had complained.
Mug of coffee in hand, he made his way to the rec room and smile when the familiar sounds of crowds and commentators met his ears through the door. It didn't matter hugely what sports was being watched, he could enjoy any really even if futbol was his one true love.
He nudged the door open to see who it was inside.
"Oh, no, are you freakin' kidding me, Tomlin?" Conner facepalmed; he couldn't even watch. They could not get beaten by the Chiefs! "Go for it! Go for it on fourth, don't pansy out!" He threw a piece of popcorn at the screen.
"It is easy to criticise from the couch." Bobby told the boy with some amusement, leaning on the back of said couch to look down to him.
"I'll have you know I am the world's most accomplished Armchair Quarterback," Conner said with a laugh before twisting in his seat to see who it was. He grinned. Dude seemed cool, and Kon had total respect for what he'd just been through and done. "Hey, Free-Bobby. Sup, man?"
With a chuckle, Bobby corrected lightly "Clear-Bobby, I was not Nelson Mandela. I am good, and you? Apart from your team troubles, that is." Easily, he vaulted the back of the couch and made himself comfortable. The half drunk coffee remained in it's cup, somewhat impressively.
Kon snorted at the comparison then nodded to the TV. "Roethlisberger--who is a dick, yes--is having a crazy awesome year stats-wise, but the team can't pull their shit together. It's killing me.
"Other than that, I guess it's okay. But I mean. Football." He sighed dramatically.
"American Football you mean." The Brazilian boy grinned back. "Which, I confess, I know little about but I can cheer at appropriate moments...or inappropriate depending on whom I wish to annoy. My real love is true futbol, however."
"Futbol is also excellent," Conner said agreeably. He never really got why people were so hardcore one or the other--all sports were awesome, as far as he was concerned. "And less likely to give you life-ruining injuries, which is a massive bonus.
"But--wait, your power makes you super strong, right?"
"I can convert solar energy into strength, yes. It can also make me invulnerable among other things though even with that I doubt I'd want to seriously try American Football." Bobby was grinning as he continued, mocking himself. "It would be a shame to ruin a pretty face such as mine."
"So true. I barely escaped with mine in tact." Conner gestured gun-style to his face. "And that woulda been a shame.
"But you gotta know how to throw a football, right? I mean, you'd be epic."
"I know how to throw a football, yes, but I tend to keep my mutation and sports separate to be honest." Bobby told him, his manifestation story was public knowledge now, he might as well not be coy.
"I getcha," Conner said, following along just fine with that train of thought. He glanced up at the TV, made a face as Big Ben missed yet another pass--totally not Brown's fault!--then returned his attention to Bobby. "Though, I mean. Around here there are some pretty awesome things you could do with your powers and sports. Like--dude you could chuck a football!"
"True, there are those with powers that can cope with mine. In truth, I have played what we called 'mutant ball' futbol organised by myself but no others sports really. Are you suggesting you wish to?" The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally scorch someone or take off their head but powers such as Lil's defended against such. He'd never seriously considered it before really.
"Hell yes, I do." Conner chuckled, then looked at the screen and frowned. "Ugh, these assholes. You busy? Because I really need to throw something right this very second."
"Is my pretty face at risk, then?" Berto joked back.
"Nah." Kon shook his head and jumped to his feet. "Your girlfriend is my Spanish TA, man. I don't wanna piss her off."
With a laugh, he agreed "Oh yes, you would not wish to see my Querida angry, trust me!"
"Seems like it runs in the family." Conner chuckled. Jean-Paul was a cool guy, but yeah, not someone he'd want to seriously piss off. "You're a brave dude, Bobby."
He clicked off the TV and waved for Bobby to follow him out into the hall. He had on a hoodie, himself, but cold wasn't really a problem for Kon these days, anyhow, and he was pretty sure there was a football somewhere in the front closet.
Meanwhile as he followed Bobby was subconsciously cranking up the heat around him. This was his third American winter but he still hadn't truly learnt to stand the cold. Perhaps all the recent trips to Brazil had not helped, however.
"Brave? Eh, the Beaubier twins are pussycats when you know how to treat them!" He did, however, look over his shoulder after saying that. Just in case.
"Yeahhhhh, I'll just bet!" Conner chuckled and swooped down to grab a ball from the closet, then got the front door and pulled it open. His TTK was in full force, but he tightened it up a little to keep himself warm, just in case the hoodie wouldn't. "I'll take your word for it and just try and stay on their good side."
"This is a good plan to stick to, I only wish I could more often!" Bobby chuckled a little though it falter as they stepped outside. "I doubt I shall ever get used to this cold."
"My TTK can block it out." Kon flexed his free hand and waggled the fingers, testing to see if he was letting air through. He knocked the door shut with a booted foot behind him. "But not totally, because I gotta let some stuff through or--you know. Suffocation would suck."
"I can imagine, yes." Bobby smirked back as he zipped up his hoodie fully. "I can play with the temperature in and around me, raising and lowering it. Around this time of year I become a bit of a magnet for Victor, he's the only one who suffers in the winter more than me, I think."
"Victor?" Kon made a face. What even? Not that Kon claimed to know if Bobby was into dudes and/or others not women or not, but--what?
Bobby shrugged, not realising the way Conner was taking his words. "He is a lizard, he therefore relies on outside bodyheat, when I am in the room I make the room hotter. Like a hot lamp or so on. It makes him less sluggish so in cold months he's often but not always nearby, it helps him I think and I do not mind it. He is a good kid."
"Oh, right!" Kon should've known that, what with the sun-bathing conversation and all. Duh. He tossed the football up in the air and caught it. "Makes total sense. I thought you meant--something else. Was thinking Jeanne-Marie was a way more, uh, open-minded girlfriend than I woulda thought. Nevermind.
"You ever thrown one of these?" Kon held the ball just right, fingers over the laces, his large hands having zero problem getting comfy with it.
"I am certainly only Jeanne-Marie's, it might be fun to make Victor blush sometimes and oh so easy too, but no I do not....I think the phase is 'play for that team'?" Bobby told him with a smile and an easy shrug before answering the real question. "And I have, of course, and personally I do find it ridiculous that you people insist on calling it football and then throw the ball instead!"
"Right?" Kon laughed. "What the hell is up with that?
"Well, I play for all teams--sports and otherwise." Now his grin was downright cheeky. "But I get that some people like to specialize. Still, if you're willing to branch out..." Conner tossed Bobby the football--gently, for now. "Sports-wise, that is."
Okay, he wasn't really flirting. Or maybe just a little. But hey, Bobby didn't like dudes, and he seemed chill enough to get a joke, so it was all good!
"I am perfectly content on my own branch but if you are happy with incurring the wrath of the twins, why not?" Bobby teased back, not minding at all.
"What, Quebecois have something against football?" Kon did his best innocent face for a full two seconds before bursting into laughter. He held up both hands for a pass. "Hit me!"
"They have something against sharing, I think," Bobby grinned back before warning "You asked for it, remember this!" It took a moment to prepare, when there was no clear sun in the sky it was harder for him but not impossible. There was still a bundle of nerves as his hand went back and then the supercharged throw happened and the world did not end.
Laughing, Kon ramped up his TK field to push him into hyperspeed. It wasn't Northstar-fast, but his legs definitely got a little blurry and he became something of a black hoodie-streak before appearing across the yard. He held out his hands and jumped to catch the (pretty decent, actually) spiral Bobby had chucked. It hit him hard--which, of course, didn't hurt in the least, but he gave a little 'uff!' for good measure as his feet hit the ground, arms hugging the ball.
With a whoop and a laugh, Bobby called over "Bravo! Well done for surviving, my friend!"
"Tactile Telekinesis, bro!" Conner threw the ball up in the air, spiraling it up and then down again. "Can take whatever hits me."
"I feel that there is a kink joke there but I am not sure my English fully covers it." Bobby laughed back.
"Ha!" Yep, Conner had a feeling he was gonna like this guy, all right. Hilarious! He pulled back his arm and let fly a huge spiral in a perfect arc for Bobby... and overthrew him a little, but whatever, dude was an athlete, he could make it!
Which he did, with a short run and a dive. Ok, he didn't land on his feet but this wasn't his game anyway!
"It is official, you are trying to ruin my face!" He accused, laughing as he pulled himself up and brushed himself off.
"That'd only benefit me if I was worried about competition." Conner trotted back to Bobby, laughing with him.
"Of course you are threatened, look at me!" Bobby joked as he threw the ball back.
"You're pretty, but--" Kon blurred again, making a run for the ball and catching it with some of his best wide receiver moves--in spite of having been a quarterback for all of his short career. "--Not pretty enough to steal my boyfriend. So it's all good."
Seriously, Conner knew it was usually the kind of thing people rolled their eyes at, but once someone literally refused to let death part you, it was safe to say you were gonna be together forever. Even at the age of 16.
"Well, since I would not know what to do with him even if I tried, this is likely a good thing I think." Watching Conner was, well, like watching nothing else in the world really. It gave Bobby more confidence that he did not need to hold back as he took more solar energy into himself, looking less human and moving into his other form.
Conner lifted off the ground briefly, spun and re-landed, mouth open for another smart remark. But it died on his lips when he saw the... not exactly flaming, because flames weren't pitch black like that but... damn, dude. That was epic. He grinned and chucked the ball again, this time waaaaay past Bobby, wanting to see what he could do.
Bobby launched himself after the ball and didn't come back down, which startled him more than anything else really. Flying, he was flying. The ball was melting in his hot hands but who cared because FLYING.
"Woooo-hoooo!" Kon launched himself off the ground and raced to catch up, ball all-but-forgotten. "Dude, I had no idea you could do this! Bad-ass!"
"I did not either!" Bobby shocked back, his shock very obvious. "And I am not sure how to stop it!"
"No shit?!" But as soon as it was out of Kon's mouth, he realized, of course no shit. his expression was harder to make out with this weird blackfire form thing he had going on, but still, dude was clearly not joking. "Okay, no problem man, I'll catch you! Just do what you gotta do and don't worry about it. I'll stick with you."
"This is not another 'mash the pretty boy' thing, is it?" Bobby joked in a poor attempt to cover his nerves.
Even Conner could feel the nerves, there, but he laughed anyhow, knowing better than to show it. He had his pride, too. Loads of it. "Nah, man, no mashing I swear, even if I am indestructible. Also, you feel super hot--I can shut that out too if I want to, so don't worry okay? I'm the best guy in the world when it comes to catching people mid-air."
"Ok, ok, right. How do we do this then? And not crash?" Because however he was doing this, and he wasn't too sure right now, it would run out soon without him controlling it, surely?
"Well, I guess--whatever you're doing, just stop doing it?" Kon guessed, face screwed up. "I'm not really a plan guy. I'm good on the fly. Pun intended."
"Your puns are awful!" Bobby told him immediately "I am not sure how this is happening, if I change back to me perhaps I will stop?" He wasn't hugely high up but it was still daunting.
"Okay, so A, my puns are awesome," Conner said immediately. "And B, go for it dude. Less talking, more doing. You'll see, it'll be great."
Pride refusing to show his fear, as confidently as he could Bobby started letting the energy flow out of his body, the heat started dissipating and, as predicted, he started losing height almost immediately.
Kon dropped with him. "There you go, just like that! Whatever it is, keep doing--the thing."
Freefalling was not Roberto idea of fun however and he failed to reply since his teeth were gritted and body tensed in anticipation of a very nasty impact on the ground.
Conner, however, swept under him and, matching his descent speed so he didn't fuck up dude's neck, slipped an arm around his waist and started to put on the breaks. "Gotcha! Just hold on, we got this."
Fear overruled pride and Roberto clung tightly to the other boy. Yes, he knew Connor could fly but after the fall instinct and adrenaline ruled the brain not logic
Dude seemed to be, like, back to himself now, so Kon eased them both back to the ground, then patted his back. "Nice, dude!"
After taking a few long moments to realise he was indeed back on solid ground, Bobby released Conner and let out a surprised stream of Brazilian. Mostly curse words and religious exclamations.
Kon ran a hand through his wild hair. "I have no idea what you just said, but I'm guessing something about how awesome flying is. Because it's awesome. And you just did it."
"I did not expect that!" Roberto half laughed, both still startled and exhilarated by the discovery. !And I...I appear to have killed your football." There was a melted mess on the floor.
"Worth it!" Kon held up his fist for a bump.
Laughing, Roberto bumped fists and looked around as though as a momentary loss. So, he could fly too. That wasn't even something it had occurred to him to try, why would it?
"You know what we should do now?" Conner raised his eyebrows. "We should do it again."
"You think?" He wasn't certain, he wasn't going to back down at all but he was quite pleased to be back on solid ground.
"Hell yeah!" First thing Kon had done when he realized he could fly was--okay, crash land. But then he flew again! "I'll spot you, come on. It'll be amazing!"
"You are a terrible idea in the shape of a person. I like you." Berto decided.
"What's not to like, right?" Kon slapped him companionably on the back. "C'mon, bro. Let's fly!"
The second take off (was that what he should call it? He made a mental note to checking flying terminology with Jeanne-Marie) was not smooth at all since the first had been accidental. It quickly became clear that he could only fly in his 'Sunspot' form and beyond that the only setting he seemed to be able to find was 'seriously fast' but he was figuring it out. Slowly but surely.
And Conner just stuck beside him all the while, whoo-hooing and clapping out encouragement. It had been awesome, when Tim figured out that he could fly--it was kinda cool to be able to help someone else figure out that they could. Even if it was a total accident!
