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Junk to Kick Start The Day; -Avery-open-
Topic Started: Nov 5 2008, 09:08 AM (148 Views)
Hank McCoy
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Time of day: 6:02 AM
Place in the time-line: October 23



It was an over cast day, making it seem later then it really was. It didn’t matter in the slightest as Beast still woke early. Eager to get the ball rolling for the day, the large blue man jumped out of bed with gusto and, after having changed into his X-Suit, headed straight for the Danger Room. He didn’t spend much time there as the grumblings of his stomach were soon echoing so loudly around the room that it could no longer be ignored. If there was one thing Hank had learnt from his mother it was how breakfast was the most important meal of the deal and that skipping it caused your eyes to roll backing your head and your brain to boil. Alright, so she’d get a little carried away with the old wives’ tails but Hank remembered the story fondly as he made his way to the Kitchen, clean and refreshed after a shower.

As he walked the corridors of the Institute, he spied a clock. It told the time as being six o’clock. That meant that if he’d spend up to an hour in the Danger Room, he’d been up since five. Running a claw through his neatly combed back hair, Hank took in a deep breath. Was his bed not comfortable? Was he not given everything he needed? And still he was early to rise most mornings. As he thought about it, his large feet falling heavy on the floor as he plodded towards the kitchen, he’d never needed much sleep and there was nothing wrong with that. Hank looked down at himself: his thick-set legs were covered in dark corduroy trousers held up with a dark brown leather belt and the fur that covered his arms and torso were neatly brushed. According to him he looked quite respectable. He pushed the kitchen door open and headed straight for the fridge.

Gently wrapping his large clawed hand around the fridge door handle, Hank pulled it open and looked inside. He wasn’t certain what he wanted but he knew that when he saw it, it would jump out at him. And it did too. There it was, the world’s best triple-decker mousse fudge cake with only three pieces taken from it. Hank had received it from one of the students he had lectured to that had contacted him recently and he saw that no one had touched it since he had the night before. It wouldn’t have mattered if they had but the thought that a heavenly dessert suck at the cake would go untouched by everyone else was disgraceful with a cheeky grin on his face, of course. Without realising it, Hank had stuck his head into the fridge, his large hands still on the doors of the fridge, and as he pulled out his head, Hank brought the cake with him.

Placing it on the counter, Hank fished out a small plate, a fork and a knife. Though he didn’t really needed it, Hank still used the utensils to cut a large slice of the cake and put it on the plate he had retrieved. With some amount of haste, Hank put what was left of the cake in the fridge before taking out the milk and pouring himself a glass. The best kind of breakfast one could have. Pulling out a seat, Hank dropped his mass onto it. Why move a few feet when he could just sit in the kitchen and eat. Licking his chops, Hank looked eagerly at the piece of cake before taking the first bite.

The soft flavours that were released exploded in his mouth and Beast purred contently. He reached for his class of milk just as the door to the kitchen swung open. Hank’s blue eyes were on it like a light.
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Avery
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There was a groan as violet orbs opened to read the clock in her pitch dark room. She frowned at the time, knowing that even five-thirty was kind of late for her. She knew what it meant. The nights were growing longer, amount of sun she received dwindled each day. Her body retaliated it’s lack of uv with extra hours of sleep. Come winter she would need a whole eight hours instead of the four she had been used to in the warmer months. Looks like it was time to crack out the uv lamps again. She put them in the closet, hadn’t she?

With another groan, she stretched the full length of her body from its curled up position and nearly fell out of bed. Hastily grabbing for the sheets she shifted her body before she fell, finding herself half wrapped in the sheets, in but a button-up man’s shirt and the worst mess her bed had ever been. What in the world had hap- Oh. Right. With a sheepish grin for no one to see she untangled herself and got dressed for the day…Or at least so that she could head down stairs and get her morning tea. Most of the students didn’t rise until at least seven o’ clock and she’d be back to her room before anyone seen her dressed in a pair of fitting gray lounging pants, a white tanktop and a light cardigan jacket. Rather sloppy clothes in her opinion. Pinning her long hunter hair half up, the slender girl padded down the hallway and towards the kitchen in her naked feet as if not to be heard.

Not that being quiet mattered when Beast was padding around in the kitchen. Not hardly quite there yet and she had already picked up on the sound of his footsteps. Of course, with his weight and the size of his feet, the pattern of which he walked, it was not hard to figure out who was in there. Slowly she peeked in through the kitchen doorway, meek little smile upon her face as she spied out what he had placed before him and the delightful purr that he had let out. Oh my.

His blue eyes flickered up immediately at her presence and she revealed herself, opening the door fully and entering the room. Her head tilted ever so coyly as she looked at him and the cake before a brow was risen.

“Ooooh Hank.” She chided with a smile and a shake of her head. “Are you going to eat all that?”

Avery teased as she moved towards the electric kettle. Knowing Hank for so long, he was the most senior X-man and staff member that was most comfortable around. Granted there were times that she was still shy around him, the man was so brilliant that sometimes she fell into utter awe of him. But for the most part, as they spent a lot of time together on the job, she found him to be a good friend and confidant. There was almost nothing she couldn’t tell him. Furthermore, Avery was by far his biggest fan.

“And cake for breakfast? Tsk tsk.” Avery carried on her tease with a smirk. “Setting a bad example for the impressionable minds, aren’t we?”
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Hank McCoy
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Having a heightened sense of smell often came in handy and as the blue man’s eyes flicked to the doorway he was certain who it was. And sure enough it was, as he had suspected, Avery Doyal who’s bright and cheery face that greeted him. His furred face crinkled into a grin as he took another mouthful of the divine cake. He knew that he shouldn’t but it was too good to resist. Avery knew this and teased him about it. Guilty pleasures were always worth mocking after all.

“All of it,” Hank chimed gently, “to be sure but not all at once. I do have some sense after all … or –” he tapped the air about his nose thoughtfully with the spoon he was using “– at least that’s what people keep telling me.” Hank shrugged his heavy shoulders and scooped some more cake up. Being the big man he was and having the metabolism to compensate for it meant that Hank should eat a lot of food and he did. Food was a way of bringing people together and he’d always found that feasting people were happy people, even when the air was tense and the atmosphere ponged of resentment. Furthermore, food was good! What more could a furry, blue Beast ask for?

Hank let out a loud guffaw of laughter – something that he couldn’t do every day but surely Avery had seen much of this side of him. “Avery, I’m blue,” Hank said with an earnest glint in his smiling blue eyes, “I’m sure that a little mischievousness so early in the morning cannot be denied me, especially when the cake is this good. You should have some.” This last he said with a fortitudinous nod of his head. “It is, after all, the best cake I’ve ever had.” It was true, Hank had a weakness for cakes and sweet things, perhaps that was why he had such time for Avery, perhaps that was why he’d taken such a large slice of the cake for his morning jump start.

Another mouthful was shoveled down this throat before he picked up his glass of milk, the all essential glass with any breakfast that the Beast might have. There were a number of routines that Hank had developed of the years that he’d become unable to shake. They didn’t bother him in the slightest, and nor should they; if they did bother him he’d have kicked the habit long ago. These were, however, simple little things such as a glass of milk every morning or turning down his bed before brushing his fang-like teeth. Small things that were in all honesty inconsequential.

A moments pause and a rather heavy frown for so early in the morning, Hank slowly turned his head towards Avery while his glass found its way onto the counter in front of him. “And you’re awake early for such a morning?” he questioned concerned. “Nothing’s wrong, is it? If you need me to mix up that concision for you all you have to do is say so, I can have it done within the hour … if I got Quicksliver to help me.” As Hank dropped the name of the speedy man, he gave Avery a small smile. An unlikely couple but they worked and that was all that mattered. He himself was blue and had been in relationship of unconventional natures that had been good while they lasted. “Have I ever told you that I like how happy he makes you?” Hank wasn’t one for over dramatics but always the most candid sincerity.

The blue man took another bite of his cake, trying to keep his purring to a minimum. It was a sort of reflex, like when he growled during combat. Habit. Life seemed to boil down to it completely.
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Flicking on the kettle she moved to the cabinet where she kept her special glass crystal tea cups. It was one of her cherished possessions, given to her as a gift from her best friend Ari who knew Avery was a big tea drinker. Avery flashed Hank as smile as he replied to her playful teasing. As he offered her a peace she shook her head and waved her hand away in a ‘shoo’ gesture. “No thanks,” she declined politely. “I’m never hungry in the mornings.”

Actually it wasn’t very often that one saw Avery eating for her body didn’t require the same sustenance that normal people required. Throughout the day she would sometimes snack on things, fruit, chips, sweets, and the like that she picked out in small proportions. When she did eat it was generally for the enjoyment of doing so.

Opening up another cupboard, her long finger skimmed over a number of boxes of specialty teas until it stopped upon the one that caught her fancy this morning. Pulling out an individual packet she glanced over to Hank who was happily enjoying his cake and milk and she smiled still at the sight of it. Having known him for almost four years now, this was a scene that she had seen many times. When Avery felt compelled to bring Hank a special treat she knew exactly what to get.

Now it was quite common for Avery to remain quiet instead of making conversation. She was content to sit in silence with Hank and just enjoy his company. Hank, however, was chalk full of conversation starters. All the interesting this he knew and fascinated him he was willing to share and explain to her. There was perhaps not a day that passed that she didn’t learn something from him as he had a way of capturing her attention and keeping it. Avery thought he was a very good story teller.

Her eyes flickering to him once more she found him with an empty glass and a frown. “And you’re awake early for such a morning?” he questioned concerned. “Nothing’s wrong, is it? If you need me to mix up that concision for you all you have to do is say so, I can have it done within the hour … if I got Quicksliver to help me.”

Her head had tilted softly as he began to spoke and she began to give him a reassuring smile until he dropped her boyfriend’s code name. Her hand hovered over her steaming teacup held the string of the tea bag, causing it to swing slowly like a pendulum. Was he teasing her? Of course he was. The slight blush that began kiss her cheeks became nothing more. Distracting herself with her tea to pretend as if she thought nothing of it, she shook her head as she added the milk and sugar.

“I’m okay…really,” she said, looking up to him for barely a moment. “It’s still early in the season and I’m making sure I’m getting sufficient rest. But I’m always up this early in the morning. I just make it a point to run down to get my tea and get back in my room before anyone sees me like this.” She flashed him a smile, making a light joke of her ‘lounging’ clothes.

“Have I ever told you that I like how happy he makes you?”

This time, she was totally caught off guard. Her mouth parted and her bight eyes blinked many times as she looked for a way to make her tongue work. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him. The two spent a lot of time together and he was more than aware that she looked up to him, admired him and cared for him as if he was something like family to her. In the absence of her actual parents, there had been really no one around to seek out approval from. Thus Avery wasn’t sure how anyone else thought about her relationship with Pietro, if he was good for her or not…At least no one with would look at her with the same over-protectiveness that a mother or father would. The fact that Hank had made a point to tell her such a thing deeply tugged at her heart. It meant a lot.

“N…..No…” She admitted meekly, blush on her cheeks more apparent now. She knew one day it would come up, just not when. Smoothing her hair a thought occurred to her and she suddenly looked started. “I’m.…Not acting funny am I? I mean, did I seem unhappy before, did I?” Normally Avery always seemed in a pleasant mood, she hadn’t noticed the change in her as most became happier than usual. For all the growing up that she had done since coming to the institute, it was times like these that her innocence shined through.
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