Baba O’Riley | Closed




“Magic?” Johnny raised a skeptical brow.

“Nah, I’m good… so wait. You can sense emotions? That sounds nifty. What am I feeling?” He grinned childishly waggling his eyebrows. He was actually feeling slightly stressed out. He knew that at any minute, Sue was bound to come looking for him in the jet, freaking out over nothing. That and then there was that thing with Charlotte, whom he definitely was not falling for at all, no sir-ee. NOT HAPPENING. Except it kinda was.

“Excitement, curiosity on top.” Summer’s eyes went half-lidded, and one hand reached out toward him, fingers spread. After a moment, she licked her lips and said, “Stress. You’re worried about something … several things. Protective … you want to protect someone. It’s very focused. It’s all … blurry, though.”

She opened her eyes, and her mouth quirked. “Amusingly, you don’t actually seem to be thinking about sex. That reputation of yours all made up, then?”

Of course at the mention of sex… Johnny grinned devilishly.

“It’s all a crock. I am a good Christian soldier, ma’am.” Johnny did his best Captain America impersonation, complete with salute. Flame shot off his hand, forming little patriotic stars.

“It’s actually kind of hard to fly, I can’t get off on too many brain tangents or I run into things.” Johnny smiled fondly, recalling the time he had scared the crap out of all the passengers on a Delta passenger plane.

Summer laughed. “Easily distractable. Oh, well.” She winked. “I /was/ looking forward to finding out about that reputation, but if you’re as good as all that, and so distractable too, I guess I’ll just have to accept that it’s all a lie.” Shrugging and pouting, she started to juggle little fireballs, watching Johnny through them.