Jay pivoted at a familiar voice saying 'hot stuff.' He did it so fast he nearly took out a dog walker with his backpack. He ignored the startled outburst. His hand went toward his pocket where his phone was at and then winced. He hadn't taken his phone off silent from the study group.
"Lunch sounds good, gorgeous. Lead the way. Though... a little slowly. So I don't knock someone into a ravenous pack of corgis."
"Barracudas," he agreed. He grinned at the kiss. The whole being vertical made the kissing a lot more acrobatic. Not that he remotely minded her her body lightly brushing his.
He tried to slip an arm around her waist. "Mm. Thai. Just stop me from getting Spiciness 10. I needed the green Pepto last time."
There were certain bits about climbing him, Jay would have approved of. The claw line was not one of those bits.
He huffed out a breath. "They're going. I study hard and then have mind blanking panic at essay questions. Then I bullshit like mad. So, we'll see how that works."
"Last time there was me and a press conference in the same sentence, my mother was lawyering about my rampage through the city. Then there was the Godstorm. And then the Kang/Ultron love affair. I've safely slid to page 13 news."
Or wherever those nude shots of big, green him got him. He shrugged.
"I'm on page nothing these days, but that's cool. It's not like I made that giant bull statue come to life and stampede down Wall Street. Just because I was riding it when it trampled that guy's Lamborghini..."
Liza shrugged.
"Dad had to threaten him and his insurance company with a plague of boils. I think they wrote it off as an act of definitely-not-God."
Sometimes having Satan in the family was as good as having a lawyer.
"I've been pretty good. Winning friends and influencing people Defendering and in Hell's Kitchen. You know how it goes."
"Is this where I say you can ride my bull for even less publicity and insurance claims?" Well, she could. Jay wasn't lying. He obviously wasn't green or that wouldn't have been a question.
"Defenders have been doing more lately, huh?" The Hellkitten in Hell's Kitchen never ceased to amuse Jay. That part of town seemed to draw in justice-minded redheads. Though his arm around her waist try to pull her a little closer.
Both of them had bits they didn't like to lose control of. He couldn't help the concern more Defender action meant Liza's could come to the surface more easily.
"I like me without boils, too." Jay paused as he glanced around. "He doesn't have like that supernatural listen if someone mentions him thing does he?"
It was a valid concern. Daimon Hellstrom was a very different person to deal with than Peter Parker. Jay didn't wear underoos of him as a kid for starters.
"Demon-y magic?" Jay was more accustomed to spirits more than angels and demons. "Does that... uhm."
How does one ask if a demon locked inside got roused for murder death kill without getting an elbow into the ribs?
"No. You can summon him, if you use the right combination of names and titles. I could probably do it just by screaming 'Dad!' with the right intent. And then there's this ritual, kind of like a party line for Demon Lords. You never know who's going to answer that one, could be Dad, could be Grandpa, could be Mephisto. They all hate that one."
Liza gave him a look.
"You mean the B word? It's interested. But, it wants out all the time, so no big. Nothing I can't handle."
Jay blinked and sussed out the information given to him. "Well, I'll just make sure you don't have the right intent. Lawyer versus Son of Satan probably would rip the world in two..."
He never underestimated his mother's abilities. Particularly ones honed in a court of law. He was walking around free instead of in a jail cell on the rez after all.
"I don't use the B word," he commented dryly. Unless there was a giant lizard that killed people with a look in front of him. From the look he just got from Liza, she obviously wasn't one. "Sorry. Just concerned is all."
"Lawyers get cranky when they're summoned too, don't they? It would be epic. Worse than Manhattan getting Kanged."
Liza gave him yet another look, then sighed.
"I know, you worry, and it's sweet. But it is what it is, the B word is gonna attach itself to someone, and better me than someone who has no idea how to handle it. Or doesn't mind letting it out to play."
"Add in gamma radiation and we're talking lots of popcorn mixed with Tums."
He got another look, a sigh, and labeled sweet. He was falling into the nice guy trap. And his girlfriend still had a murder demon attached to her. Time to...
"Boring and predictable? You? Phht. Nah," Jay dismissed with an eyeroll. Of the two of them, he figured he was the most predictable... when not an uninhibited green monster. So... maybe two-thirds of the time?
"But at least I know I don't have to steal anything exciting off your plate."
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"Hey, hot stuff. You didn't answer my text, and I was nearby, so I thought I'd come and ask you in person. Wanna go grab lunch?"
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"Lunch sounds good, gorgeous. Lead the way. Though... a little slowly. So I don't knock someone into a ravenous pack of corgis."
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She put her hand on Jay's shoulder and hopped up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"So. What are you in the mood for? Pizza? Burgers? Thai?"
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He tried to slip an arm around her waist. "Mm. Thai. Just stop me from getting Spiciness 10. I needed the green Pepto last time."
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Acrobatic was no problem for Liza, although she thought using her claw line to climb Jay was probably a little over the top.
"How's finals going?"
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He huffed out a breath. "They're going. I study hard and then have mind blanking panic at essay questions. Then I bullshit like mad. So, we'll see how that works."
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Or wherever those nude shots of big, green him got him. He shrugged.
"How're you doing?"
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Liza shrugged.
"Dad had to threaten him and his insurance company with a plague of boils. I think they wrote it off as an act of definitely-not-God."
Sometimes having Satan in the family was as good as having a lawyer.
"I've been pretty good. Winning friends and influencing people Defendering and in Hell's Kitchen. You know how it goes."
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"Defenders have been doing more lately, huh?" The Hellkitten in Hell's Kitchen never ceased to amuse Jay. That part of town seemed to draw in justice-minded redheads. Though his arm around her waist try to pull her a little closer.
Both of them had bits they didn't like to lose control of. He couldn't help the concern more Defender action meant Liza's could come to the surface more easily.
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Liza let him pull her closer, and snuggled in.
"Well. Sorta. Maybe. There's been an increase in demon-y magic stuff lately, but nobody knows what's going on yet."
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It was a valid concern. Daimon Hellstrom was a very different person to deal with than Peter Parker. Jay didn't wear underoos of him as a kid for starters.
"Demon-y magic?" Jay was more accustomed to spirits more than angels and demons. "Does that... uhm."
How does one ask if a demon locked inside got roused for murder death kill without getting an elbow into the ribs?
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Liza gave him a look.
"You mean the B word? It's interested. But, it wants out all the time, so no big. Nothing I can't handle."
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He never underestimated his mother's abilities. Particularly ones honed in a court of law. He was walking around free instead of in a jail cell on the rez after all.
"I don't use the B word," he commented dryly. Unless there was a giant lizard that killed people with a look in front of him. From the look he just got from Liza, she obviously wasn't one. "Sorry. Just concerned is all."
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Liza gave him yet another look, then sighed.
"I know, you worry, and it's sweet. But it is what it is, the B word is gonna attach itself to someone, and better me than someone who has no idea how to handle it. Or doesn't mind letting it out to play."
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He got another look, a sigh, and labeled sweet. He was falling into the nice guy trap. And his girlfriend still had a murder demon attached to her. Time to...
"So, Thai food. What're you getting?"
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"But at least I know I don't have to steal anything exciting off your plate."