Owling {open}

[Max Rose]

Max crouched atop a fountain. Her flat tennis shoes kept slipping on the fountain head, sliding down the surface. Thankfully, she'd managed to get more or less above the water itself, meaning that she wasn't sitting in wet. Unthankfully, she was still perched above it, staring out at the passersby.

See, Max was practicing what's known as "owling." Meaning she was adopting a squatting position atop a point of some kind. She nearly sat on her haunches, both knees on either side of her face, her arms resting by her sides. This way, she could take a totally awesome picture to use as her Facebook photo, and/or make people stare and generally get attention for herself. Semi-perfect idea.

The problem being that Max hadn't exactly thought it through. There had been a Facebook status update: "Going to go owling. In the courtyard. Will be awesome." Which clearly meant that she expected anyone who was her Facebook friend to view. Truthfully, Max had figured that someone would show up and want to take her picture. It was just far, far too awesome not to. Right? Right.

Problem was that nobody had shown up yet. Max shifted, looking at one of the two watches she'd put on that morning. One showed Japan time (don't ask), the other showed current time. Both let Max know that she'd been there for more or less an hour now.

"This sucks," she muttered, lowering her arm and shifting uncomfortably. "This really sucks. Hey!" the last was directed at passersby. Max'd settle for anybody at this point. "Hey, don't you want to take a picture of all this awesome? What's keeping you? Phone broken?"

If nothing else, she could surely use this as grounds to start a fight. It had been far, far too long since she'd had a good one of those.

[Emma Cousins]

Emma was doing what she liked to call "irl trolling". She'd spent the entire morning scattering Evan Brackett's boxer shorts around the school, and had also pissed on Mia's plans on spying by giving Levi a bug detector she'd bought from some techy site. She'd also slipped a boob cake in the staff room, and then avoided security to stop her from getting punted off site for being an insufferable pest.

An inappropriately dressed pest, according to one of the guys. Whatev.

It had only been sheer chance she'd come across Max perching like she was giving birth to some sort of fish. The fact she was yelling at passers by for a photo was even more interesting, and so, sauntering over, she perched in an identical position, ripped fishnets wrinkled at the ankles, beside the redhead.

"Are we creating a flash mob?" She offered hopefully, wrinkling her nose and checking the other girl out. "Or giving birth to brine shrimp because of an accidental lobster tail masturbation incident. Yeah, I totally read snopes this morning." The skinny blonde rummaged in her pocket to drag out a pack of cigarettes and offered them over. Taking one for herself, she pursed her red coated lips around the stem and lit up.

"Brine shrimp aside, how you doin' babe?" Emma grinned, making a face at one of the more uptight girls tutting at her clothing. "Jesus, I feel like a hooker in a convent today, what's with the high collars and floor length skirts, did I miss a new dress code?"

[Max Rose]

Yeah, because Max totally wouldn't be checking out the nearly pure sex that was Emma Cousins.

"Nah, that was last week," said Max, waving a hand. "I even got a few people into that one. Twas e-pic." Max held up a hand, scissoring it slightly. This caused her to wobble slightly from the perch, which resulted in some cursing and adjusting from the athletic redhead.

"But no, I'm totally doing the whole owling thing," said Max. Adjustment was finished, and she was back to her Batman-esque posing. "It's the newest way to look utterly stupid while pretending to be totally cool. You know I'm all over that action. Besides, I need a new Facebook pic; the last one's all old and stuff."

What was with people and offering Max smokes? She was half tempted to drop them in the water with a subtle "oops," or to start lecturing Emma on the whole killing your body bit. If you were going to screw up your system anyway, why not use something exciting? The only benefit with smoking was that it made some people look aloof and slightly cool. Okay, yeah, it kinda did that for Emma, though Max sure as hell wouldn't admit it.

"Awesome as an upright o-possum," replied Max, winking. "And you're the hottest hooker at the convent. The one that the priest is thinking about hiring and lying to the rest of them---shit, hold on a sec," Max had to adjust again. Turns out that being perched atop a fountain was not stable. Go figure. "But yeah, no new dress code as far as I know. Though it is cold. You're gonna bullet out or something," Max stuck a hand on the side of her breast, sticking out a finger and wiggling it slightly. Again, this disrupted her balance, but this time, she'd expected it, and used the other hand to balance.

"You gonna take a picture or am I gonna have to flash some idiot?" asked Max, grinning widely.

[Emma Cousins]

Thank god Emma wasn't a telepath because if she heard herself being called pure sex she pretty much would have streaked the school grounds just to prove it to everyone else.

"Careful peaches." Emma chided lightly, reaching out to help Max only to wobble herself. "Jesus fuckface, this is a total douche of a position." Making sure she wasn't going to topple either sideways into Max, forwards into the grass or backward into the water, she cleared her throat. "I'm bummed I missed out on a flash mob though. We should arrange another one. In the mall."

Owling? Okay, even Emma hadn't heard of that one, so she grabbed her phone out of her pocket - rather precariously at that - and typed it into urban dictionary for some examples. After a quick browse through some images, she burst out laughing and gave a thumbs up. "Oh hell yeah, I'm in." She concluded, before opening her hand. "Alright, gimme your phone and I'll take the best photo ever."

Smokes declined - not that it bothered her, Sean didn't smoke either - she hopped down onto terra firma with a little hoot of relief, then took a deep drag of nicotine. She flopped down into a position where Max looked pretty epic (in her opinion), then tried to position herself further to get the sun right for some awesome lighting.

"Aww, thanks babe." She said, cheered. "This owling shit is tricky." She added, watching Max readjust for the tenth time. "I never bullet out, I wear thick bras so my peanuts stay smuggled in secret." A top tip, in Emma's case. "Okay, just gonna snap this photo..." Emma's face scrunched, and she pressed the camera function once, before beaming. "Awesome hot sexballs." Rolling upright, she hovered over to Max and showed her the fruits of their labour. "If you'd been wearing a skirt, I would've aimed for pantie shot, but hey, we can't all get what we want."

Clapping a hand to her head dramatically, she nearly lost her cig in the fountain, and yelped, seizing it and taking an extra hard drag just to teach it a lesson. "How about taking a photo of me Owling it up..." She looked around thoughtfully. "On top of the school building?"

[Max Rose]

"Tell me about it. I've been here for like an hour, and people just stare or something. Knew I should've done the whole corset and skirt thing. We woulda matched then," insisted Max, grinning and tilting her head. Emma really worked the position, and Max was glad that she, meaning Max, was definitely sexy and good at this, or she would've totally felt shown up here. Leave it to Emma to nearly out-Max her.

"If we're doing it at the mall, I'm demanding a dance number. To Thriller, because, dammit, what else do you do a flash mob dance number to? Okay, maybe Sexy and I Know it, but I lent my banana hammock to Isaac. Still waiting to see if I can catch him in it," said Max. She shifted again, suddenly feeling cramped. Her eyes slid over to Emma, and Max was seriously considering a light tap. Getting rid of the cramp would help; just as long as Max wasn't abusing her position or anything.

But Emma moved out of position, pulling up her phone and getting ready to fulfill Max's request. The redhead moved into a more "posing" position. Though truly, she was torn between going sexy and going Batman. Except for, really, without a skirt or something, Owling really lent itself only to Batman.

Emma moved over, which meant that Max could finally shift into a more comfortable position. She splashed into the water, not caring about soaking the canvas shoes, then walked to the edge, leaning over. A light tap on Emma to slide a little of that strain over; though the pain did feel kinda good. Really, Max was just wanting to touch, since it had been like fifteen minutes since she'd done that last.

"Jeez, if you want a panty shot, just ask sometime," said Max, winking. She gave instructions to text the pic to her own phone. Once that was done, Max was listening to Emma's plan, her own head tilted. "I thought about that, actually. Even tried it a little; second choice after the whole fountain thing. Better light. But the place is locked; you'd have to telep---holy teleporting hotties, Batman!"

Now Max outright slapped Emma's arm, grinning and hopping anxiously. "This is going to be the shit. Just pop on up there and I'll give you the pic of your freakin' life. Hey, can you drag me along to, or is this strictly a one hottie ride?"

[Emma Cousins]

Emma totally thought she could work any position, even planking, in the right outfit. "A double owl experience?" She offered with a massive grin, squatting further down and then flapping her legs like wings. She did cheekily nudge Max to see if she'd topple into the water, but, with no such luck, she simply tried to master the position of owling. Maybe she could owl at Sean tonight over dinner, or maybe she could get Josh to Owl with her. It sounded hilarious.

"Ohmygod. Yes to Sexy and I know it. I'll get a message up on facebook and buy myself some horrendous looking piece of men's underwear and stuff it with a golf ball or something. Verax'll be in. So would Robbie, I bet. Doesn't take much to get those two into anything." She laughed, moving her hand up to finish puffing on the cigarette, before jabbing it into a spare carton, dead. "Bonus points if you can get a teacher on board, seriously." She grinned wide, before frisking herself for a stick of gum - no one liked smoker breath EVER.

Sitting comfortably on the floor, Emma happily took as many snaps as she possibly could without looking like some weird stalker with a redhead fetish. "Okayokay, one more then we're totally done." Snapping the final shot, she rolled up and then willingly pinged them over for Max's approval on her phone. She moved up on the fountain, giving a slight flinch at the tap, and wrinkling her nose.

"Alright, I will. Gives me something to look at for inspiration." She smirked, winking as she waited to see the pictures on Max's phone. "Yeah, locks can't keep me out of anything these days, you should see the places I can get into - though, it's easier if I can see the thing. Still misfire sometimes, last month I tried to teleport to the toilet and ended up in my sister's bedroom. Fail."

"I would totes love to bring you up with me, but my old trainer always gave me this lecture about splicing, so I've never really tried it with anything bigger than a python. As much as I love you, darlin', I don't feel like having two heads and half of your leg attached to mine. So I'll pop on up alone." Which she promptly did, with a loud bamf and a holler the second she was high up on the building.

Posing and beaming, she tipped her head back. "Alright firefox, I'm up here. Do your sexiest!"

[Max Rose]

"Yeah, their brains would just explode with the sheer sexy though. Or, you know, at least the head that does all the thinking parts," said Max. She let out a small shrug, moving into position for the pictures again. Emma could snap as many shots as she wanted; Max could most certainly pose for an extended period of time. Plus, conversation:

"Dude! How did I not think of that? We totally gotta do it now. Call your people; I'll bully mine. Because obviously, we totally share a brain or something. You don't not-so-secretly write fanfiction too, do ya? Because we might just have to get married. Like, now. This state totally allows it."

Max would know; most of her fanfiction targets got to experience that joy at some point in their lives. Back to owling: Max was totally doing it, alternating slightly and letting Emma snap, all while Max was busy thinking of any teachers she could possibly bribe into going along. Supposedly there was a recruiter or two who were complete screwballs, but Max had never met them. Right now, she was busy picturing Dr. Campbell and his delicious husband doing that (can't blame Max for consistency).

Back to the ground, and the super awesome owling plan. Max ended up scrunching up her face and sticking out her tongue, clearly communicating just how much she fancied Emma's little explanation. Splicing sucked; and sounded like splinching, and they didn't have Hermione's special little healing crap.

"Make with the bamfing!" insisted Max, waving her hand. Like Emma wouldn't have done that anyway. She certainly did so now, hitting the top of the roof and posing. Max had to zoom as much as possible, already wishing she had a real camera instead of her stupid (cheap) phone one. She was still snapping and zooming away, years of practice giving her skill.

"Go vogue!" she yelled. "Cuz you a sexy bitch!"

She turned, seeing someone staring at her. Her eyes narrowed. "What? You never seen a girl owling on a roof of a building? Stare at the model, not the photographer. Nut job voyeur perv."

Back to owling and shouting, clearly ignoring. You know, unless there was a fight there...

[Emma Cousins]

"Pfft, I doubt this. It'll just be spontaneous male orgasms everywhere." Emma laughed, making an orgasm face and grunting like she imagined all the guys would. Especially if they had serious brain-in-cock problems like most of the guys the skinny blonde hung out with.

Nodding in agreement, Emma quickly tapped up a facebook group from her phone, frantically inviting everyone she could think of that'd actually turn up. "Nah, I'm not a fanfic-er. Too busy with my own fiction." A cheeky wink followed, and she picked a thread from her top. "Honey, if we got married you do realise the entire world would spunk over itself with the sheer levels of sexy coming from both of us." She gestured with another orgasm face, then smirked. She didn't think Nyk would approve though. Shame. No hot lesbian threesomes.

Once on the roof, Emma owled to the best of her ability. She tossed her hair back, stuck out her chest and made sexy faces. She posed like she'd never posed before, since she was on a roof, and that definitely meant there needed to be sexy chanel style shots, even if she was kind of squatting like she needed to take a dump. Which then made her reckon there should be maybe a little more variety in the posing.

Standing up on the roof and sticking out a hip, she blew a kiss down to Max. "How vogue we going for?" She called with a massive grin. "Like, so vogue I should be showing more boob?" She tugged at her top, trying to reveal her bra.

Of course, there was now quite a few people pointing and staring at her as she stood on the roof, so she did what Emma Cousins always did in the face of attention - stripped off. Soon, she was just standing in her bra and undies on top of Hammel's main building, arms pulled back behind her head.

"Fuck it's chilly up here." She shouted down, rubbing her arms a moment. "I think my clit just folded in on itself. Jesus shit."

Hopping from one leg to the other, she ran backwards and forwards to warm herself up, occasionally doing a rather risky spin jump. She wasn't bothered if she fell - she could teleport back up before she fell down with a splat anyway.

"Maybe we'll get on the news." She added, mostly to herself. She could see that headline. Streaker on Institute Roof or Is Hammel Child Friendly? with a photo of her and her awesomeness right underneath. Epic.

[Max Rose]

"That's the plan, babe. But I do that on my own, soooo you'd just be an extra," explained Max, winking herself. She was already thinking about pulling up her own Facebook and letting everyone and their brother know of the future plans. She'd already sent out a twitter to let people know of the crazy/sexy that was going on atop of the school building.

Poses, sexy ones, and Emma yelled down about boobs. Naturally, Max had a response: "Just remember to keep it rated PG-13! People are watching, and I don't fancy getting all censored or something like that! But yeah, that's good! Distract the hell outta 'em!"

Max had started crowing, causing nearly as much disturbance as Emma herself would. This was, naturally, more because Max was on the ground and practically in the middle of the crowd, as opposed to high up and the full center of attention. Max wasn't about to let Emma steal all the glory though, and was more than willing to yell and point at the crowd. Phones and cameras would be flying upward, and there was little doubt that there would be something up on the internet before the night was done.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Max yelled back. "Were you expecting balmy weather in the freakin' stratosphere up there? Hope you're ready for me to tag the hell out of this on Facebook."

More pictures. Max was even sending out the pic in one of her Twitter posts, with a great big:
IT'S HAPPENING NOW, BITCHZ!
As the tag line. She was half tempted to start messaging some of her friends, get some of the crazy in here. But really, most of them were already milling about anyway.

"I think I'm gonna mail this to some of the staff!" yelled Max, half kidding. "'Cuz you know they need some excitement in their freakin' lives!"

[Emma Cousins]

"Pfft, PG-13 can suck it." Emma hollered back, making a face. "I've gotten naked and skateboarded down the corridor, everyone should be totally accustomed to my boobs by now." It was true, Hammel had seen more than it's fair share of naked Emma - and naked Vincent for that matter.

The crowd was making Emma just act up even more, she couldn't help but play up for large groups of people, so she began twirling and prancing like an idiot, before doing her own little model catwalk back and forth across the roof. Eventually, however, she realised she needed to ramp up her game, so she pinged her bra off and continued flaunting herself without much shame (read: any) to the gathering.

"My nipples are picking up the local radio station." She grinned, grabbing her clothes and bamfing back down. "C'mon babe, lets go find a way up on the roof together." She offered her hand out, trying to get the redhead to come along.

Generally speaking, Emma knew the school's most helpful little slots - and she liked to imagine she was the Weasley Twins combined into one awesome sexy blonde girl. "Staff've seen it before, maybe I should wear pasties with their faces on." She offered, grinning, before running along the outside of the building to try and find her favourite leg up, arms still full of clothes.

For a horrible minute, she thought they'd removed the sturdy trellis from just next to the trees, but a quick rustle in an overgrown hedge pulled it back up, and she gave a thumbs up. "Verax and I used to climb up here all the time as kids, get halfway up the trellis, climb up the tree and there's a branch that goes over onto the main building." She grinned, giving a thumbs up. "Then you can get on the main roof pretty easy."

Emma noted the crowd were following them, and she waved them back. "Get back to the courtyard fuckfaces." She scoffed, redressing and then showing Max how to scale the trellis. "God, they're like sheep." Scooting all the way to the tree, she, again, offered her hand down and beamed.

I sense a lot of nudity in the future.

[Max Rose]

"First, that's awesome, though you'd think we'd have the YouTube vid. Second, how the hell did I miss that?" Max must have actually been attending class or something. That had been part of the deal she'd had to cut with her uncle and aunt: go to class every once in a while, at least enough to graduate, and you could do whatever you wanted. They'd lived with Max for years, after all.

"So is tonight gonna be a good night?" Max yelled. "Oh, and they wanna know if those are fake, or you're just born that way."

Doubtless, Max would continue for a while like this, except Emma bamf-ed down. The redhead blinked, even reaching up to rub her eyes for a bit. But ah, there she was, standing just a few feet away. Max favored her with a winning smile, already starting to turn the phone to show the best picture: one that caught Emma right at the prime moment of discarding the top. Legendary.

Emma was apparently pleased, or something, and she also had another plan, one that Max was all for. She nodded, already thinking of a few tricks she'd tried to get there. But it seemed unlikely that she'd be able to catch Dylan sleeping two times in a row, or that she could pick the lock again (the last two times had just been luck).

Trellis, secret path, used as kids. "Oh, yeah, this totally looks safe. If I die, I'm gonna make sure you feel it," said Max. She was popping out her arms, stretching. A quick tap on Emma's shoulder and a wink, and Max was already starting up the trellis. She was doing an admirable job too, moving pretty quickly. it was creaking though, and that was enough to make Max pause and glare at it. If she wound up falling, she was so making sure her arm was glued to Emma. See her teleport out of that one.

"I swear to G---ahk!" Max was wobbling, and lunged out, snagging Emma's hand almost roughly. She was nearly ramming into the tree now, grunting. "I f**kin' hate this plan. This is a crappy plan. I like my "beat the crap out of a janitor" plan better. Seriously, one's laidback, and the other uses dancing furniture..."

Despite her complaining, Max was more or less on the tree, and already clambering to the extending branch. Things were creaking and shaking, and she was glaring at Emma. "This route is even makin' me feel fat. Jeez."

[Emma Cousins]

"I think Verax has the entire thing on his phone, maybe he'll show up when he realises there's casual nudity on the roof." Which was more than likely - Vincent seemed to have this magical ability to show up whenever Emma, or anyone else for that matter, was parading around being a hooligan. It was a case of when, not if. Much like her dubious association with said leather-pant-wearing goth.

Now, when Emma was faced by her best photo, the skinny blonde let out a whoop of excitement, then elbowed Max lightly in the ribs. "Hot side boob action." She hummed the theme to the McDonalds advert, then gave a thumbs up. "I'm McLovin' it." Her grin wouldn't get off her face - this was one of her better days at Hammel since her return. Someone was definitely going on her Christmas list for rude presents.

Perching atop the branch, Emma kept her arms down so if Max did fall, she could catch her. "Blah it's not THAT far. Maybe eight foot?" She snorted, tugging the redhead till she was securely on the tree. "Okay now it's more like ten. Still survivable if we plummeted down. We could always aim at the crowd for some cushioning." She offered cheerily, before walking rather quickly across a worryingly slim branch and leaping onto the lower roof.

"Et voila. Like a fuckin' pro." She flexed, then frisked herself for her phone. "Gonna text the Verax to see if he'll come and bring us some food. Y'know, pizza, coffee, chocolate condoms, whatev." Emma had epic munchies from all this parading around wearing very little, and she reckoned Max was hungry too. Everyone got munchies when they were being an obnoxious attention seeker.

"Oh hell no, I'm not getting tangled up with Dylan." Emma said, raising her eyebrows. "Met him in a bar brawl once, the guy's like fucking Terminator. Animated a keg of beer and it was just rolling around beating people, and he bottled a few fucks in the face. Okay so I was just as bad but seriously, messing with that guy is like messing with a hornets nest." She flailed her arms, then waited for Max to get across to the roof.

"Ignore it, the tree has never failed me. Or any of my crew either." She paused then, and scratched her head. "Yet, anyway." Peering across the school, she spied the access ladder up to the main peak, and scrambled up it, perching crosslegged next to a chimney. "Alright, now all we need is sleeping bags and we're set for life." As for toilet problems? Emma reckoned they could always crap down the guttering.

[Max Rose]

Triumphant crowing would have to wait: they had a mission to complete. Yes, that was exactly how Max was seeing this. A mission to disrupt school behavior as normal. For things were far, far too tame without people like Emma and Max around to spice things up. Plus, Emma seemed like she was trying to pull Verax in too, which would result in a lethal combination.

"Please, the only reason we'd need the condoms is if you're secretly packin' something in there," said Max. "Because I'm not touching the cess pool which is Verax's junk with a ten foot pole. I don't see how Moe takes it."

Max watched as the lighter Emma easily handled the gap, jumping across and landing safe. Max took a deep breath and followed suit, making sure to scream as she managed it. There was a slight smattering of applause, and the redhead turned and bowed to the crowd, giving them two fingers up before falling back to full safety, giggling like a fool.

"Tellin' you, the janitors aren't that hard to screw with. You just gotta catch 'em at the right time,' insisted Max. She worked to a much safer perch on the roof, eventually ending up imitating her owling position again. The wind just caught her hair, flapping the curled red strand and generally getting them in Max's face.

"This is freakin' nuts," said Max, leaning over and looking down. She stared at the crowd of people, grinning broadly and practicing her super hero wave. She was seriously wishing that she'd brought her Spider-Man costume or something. This was the perfect setup for something epic, and all she really had as a trump card was stripping off, and Emma had already done that one.

"Speak for yourself," said Max, looking back where Emma had been. Seeing that the blonde had moved, Max craned her head till she found her. Then, Max cautiously walked that way herself, both arms extended out to keep her balanced. Soon enough, she'd be leaning against the chimney. "Set some kinda record or something? Yeah, like they aren't gonna pull someone up here. But I'm game," Max shrugged, leaning to look down. "I'm also wishing I brought a thing of water balloons or something. Seriously, I'm feeling underprepared. About all I got left is a dance number, some prancing on the rooftops shit."

Because a fall wouldn't likely be lethal. As for the pain? Pfft, what was the point in having a power like Max's if you weren't taking advantage of it?

[Vincent Verax]

Vacuum the carpets, put away the dishes, put the clothes in the dryer, and pick up your pants. Vincent hated chores. Moe was out doing... Moe things. (Vincent didn't know what he did when he was out. He always figured it had something to with makeup or panties or other girly things.) But Vin was stuck in the house cleaning and Sulphie just seemed to mock him with the way he laid sprawled out over the couch, watching TV and the insides of his eyelids.

When it came down to the last two things on his honey-do list, shopping and a pickup at the dryc cleaners, Vincent was entirely ready to get out of the apartment. He even took a few moments (read: an hour) to pretty himself up. But of course, just as he was walking out the door, he got the text from one of his most favorite people: Emma. "We're on the roof having naked time ;D"

She was naked and he wasn't there? What blasphemy was this?!

Immediately forgetting the shopping list, Vincent made a beeline to their favorite pizza place and ordered two large, extra greasy pizzas. Being naked was hungry work, after all. While he waited for them, he texted Emma back. "B rite thare getn pizza don go no wur" His ultimate failure at the English language has never been more apparent.

Once he loaded himself up with the pizza boxes, he rerouted back up to the school, grinning from ear to ear. His day may have started out sucky, but it was already looking up. Hooker, pizza, nudity, and their favorite hangout, what else could he ask for? ... well, there were things involving Moe that are most definitely not PG-13, but he's not getting those.

He waved up at Emma and Max as he approached the building, then flipped them off, then disappeared back inside the school. There was no way he'd be going the usual way while carrying two boxes of pizza, so he chose the shortcut. He found the door with the broken handle, then headed up the staircase, singing something loud and nonsensical as he paraded on up to the roof. (He liked the sound of his voice echoing.) He leaped the gate at the top of of the stairwell and busted the door to the roof open with his shoulder.

"YER FAVRIT SEX GOD HAS ARRIVED!" He shouted proudly as he burst forth onto the roof, holding out the pizza. "AN' HE GOTS EATS!" If that wasn't enough to get him all the naked ladies ever, then he didn't know what would.

[Emma Cousins]

"Aww, his dick isn't that bad. Coming from the expert. He's not bad in bed." Emma grinned and offered a shrug. "Neither's Henners, but a bit awkward and robotic." She thrust her hips forward and let out a guttural grunt. "It was kind of like having sex with an android. Like Will Smith from i Robot with more robot and less i." She laughed and leant back.

Said relaxed position didn't last long when Max leapt over, and she clapped her hands and let out a wolf whistle. "Amazing. You and I should be in an aerial ballet team or something." She flailed, and then propped herself further up against the chimney with a low sigh.

"And I'm telling you Dylan is a scary mofo." Emma insisted, routing through her bag to get out a nail file and sort out a little snag. "Levi's a big sap though, pretty sure he'd do anything for a crying face." She paused and pulled a big sad face, wiping her eyes. "P... please Lev... I..." She sniffled dramatically, then burst into laughter.

She was about to respond to Max with a suggestion of teleporting off somewhere to get water pistols and maybe a load of chicken nuggets. She'd watched some TV in the UK called Balls of Steel involving people throwing fast food at people and trying to tally up a score. But Verax appeared with his foghorn voice and Emma yelped, standing up with a wobble and opening her arms.

"Hey tinydick!" She called, snatching the pizza boxes and setting them down on the roof and tugging her favourite goth down to sit beside them in their little campout on the school building. "Did you bring drink too? 'Cause I'm telling you I am totally up for coffee." She wrinkled her nose suspiciously, then nudged Max.

"He's wearing the velcro pants, we're gonna see his dick." She explained with a roll of the eyes, before snatching up a slice of pizza and investigating what flavour. "Triple meat? Totally predictable." She snorted and wolfed a slice. "Anyhoo, we're thinkin' of something to do involving being irritating. How about a nude pose or something?"