15699/Hangouts and Hotdogs

Hangouts and Hotdogs
Date of Scene:	24 August 2023
Location:	Downtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	Mark and Bunny meet up for Gary's Dawgs, and chat about life and their own yardsticks. Conversation takes a surprising turn when Mark asks Bunny out to get to know her better, and takes her flying! Mark is awkward, Bunny is adorkable and nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
Cast of Characters:	Bunny Macleod, Mark Grayson

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Bunny Macleod has posed:
    There aren't a whole lot of twenty-four hour street dog vendors in Manhattan, but as Bunny knows the island like the back of her hand, she knows where to find them. The place was a repurposed airstream trailer tucked into the defunct loading dock of what used to be a paper company, but after two fires and getting hit with a large, unidentified flying object, it was being turned into high-end apartments with a parking lot built into the structure itself -- so the back was rented out to Gary's Dawgs.

    Gary himself was a short, wiry man who smelled pungently of onions due to the amount that he worked with. His dogs were deep-fried, crackling their skin and giving them a crunch. The dogs could be naked, on a stick and deepfried in corn bread batter, Chicago style, Texas style, or his speciality 'Manhattan Bull', which was an angus hot dog, pretzel bun, hot sauce, fried onions, deep fried onion strings, slices of bacon and a thick slice of pickle.

    Bunny has two of them, along with a basket of fries and a large cherry coke, and was seated up on the scaffolding of some building repair company because she was a *little* peopled out after the Statue of Liberty rescue. Her goggles were pushed up, smooshing her pink hair into every direction except down.

Mark Grayson has posed:
When they were fighting at the Staue of Liberty, Bunny had mentioned Gary's to Mark. He had been meaning to check it out and now that he had the time, he googled the location, flew to a couple of blocks out and landed on a rooftop. After changing into his civvies, which was a pair of jeans, sneakers, an Empire State University T-shirt and a baseball cap, he made his way down the fire escape and out the alley to head to the trailer.

As he stands in line, he noticed a blot of pink up on the scaffolding, but doesn't outright recognize her. Sometimes people just want their space, right? Ordering a Manhattan, a corny and a cherry lemonade, he moves to the side after paying to make room for the next person to order.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny doesn't recognize Mark yet; she is, fter all, in her 'patrol' gear, and he's in civvies.

    However, Mark might get a text with an adorable pink rabbit in it saying 'PEEKABOO' -- because THAT'S not creepy at all, is it?

    Meanwhile, she sips her cherry coke up in the scaffolding, her arms leaning out over one of the guard rails, her skate-clad feet waggling back and forth.

Mark Grayson has posed:
'Bing-bong!'

The alert goes off on Mark's phone and he reaches down to fish it out of his pocket. After reading it, he looks around again and then back at the pink-haired girl up on the scaffolding.

His thumbs move quickly in response and a picture of Mark pops up on her phone.

'Table for 2 on that scaffolding?'

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    'Table for two, hold the table. Figuratively.' is the response, and Bunny checks to make sure there is plent of room -- which there is, of course, she's barely five feet tall -- and she picks up her hotdog and takes a big ol' bite out of it.

    Mmm. Oniony

Mark Grayson has posed:
After getting his food, Mark makes his way over the scaffolding. Sure, he could just fly up, but that would defeat the whole secret identity thing. So up he trods, making his way around the pipes and boards to reach Bunny's side. "Hey." he greets, before plopping down to sit next to her.

"You were raving about this place, figured I'd take the time to try it out. Looks delish." he admits before he takes a bite and gets hot dog sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"How's things with you?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Hey, good to see you when there aren't boatloads of terrorists attacking." Bunny replies for a smile, and offers a fist-dap of greeting when Mark makes his way up. "Darn right I rave about this place, Gary's Dawgs is pretty much what I eat when I want a hot meal on the run. Part of my normal patrol route when I'm out, y'know?" she replies with a smile, and digs out some napkins from her pocket to offer Mark's way.

    "Oh well. Y'know. Leadin' the Life Sin-gal-ley. Played third wheel for a superhero and his date who are old enough to be my parents -- that was super-awkward." she jokes. "Trying to find an apartment in my price range is *murder*."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Dapping Bunny's fist, Mark works on his dawg and laughs. "Singally? Is that a word. I feel like it should be a word." Though there is a moment of concern. "Thought you had a thing with a speedster? That whole low blood sugar thing."

At least he remembered that. "Went to visit the girl I crushed on in high school. She's powered, way more awesomely than me. Ended up meeting her awesome boyfriend and the apartment that they decided to purchase together, so yeah, let's just dial up the awk in awkward."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "He and our girlfriend decided that it wasn't working out for them; she's a leader of another super group, and he can't stay still. So ah... yeah. She's got other places to stay and he can travel across the US like in five minutes, but I didn't really have a place to go when they decided to split."

    Definitely not back to her dad's house. That way layeth misery.

    "Ouch. Maximum levels of Awkward, Captain, when you meet the apartment and the boyfriend." she replies, sticking out her tongue as she folds her arms on the rail over the scaffolding, and looks out over the alley.

    "That's gotta suck, Mark. I'm sorry."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Owch, speaking of sucking. Third-wheeling babysitting date duties, split ups. Man, we are in the suck." Mark says with a laugh before sipping from the lemonade. "It's on me, really. After high school, we went our seperate ways. She went off to Africa -- and something happened. Something bad. She came home, decided she didn't want to be a hero anymore. One of those things."

A rolling shrug of his shoulders and he gives Bunny's shoulder a bump. "So, I'm just going to pull up my big-boy pants and be the best friend that I can be for them. I've moved on, have the whole college thing going with the dorm and the works. And the whole thing with the Titans." A grin and a wink. "And I meet pretty awesome people out of my own."

"I thought Young Avengers could live at the mansion?" he asks in some confusion as he muses over it.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I don't know if I'd be allowed to, 'cause I was only brought on because I was Speed's girlfriend at the time, and I wanted to do the heroing thing. I've kinda been crashing at the Young Avenger's HQ. And I'd be in the way of all the grown-up important Actual Avengers -- I don't wanna know what they're like before they've had their morning coffee!" Bunny offers as a joke, and she lets out a breath, and gives a smile. "Yeah. If Speed or Gabby need me for anything, I'll always be there to help them. They were my friends before and nothing's changed.

    "Also I'm kinda like a vampire where you have to actually specifically invite me in, or else I just stand awkwardly off to the side 'cause that's how I roll." she lifts a roller skate. "I have no idea if I'm actually allowed at the mansion. So... I just stay out of everyone's way if I can."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Lifting his cup to Bunny, Mark laughs. "To being the awkward party out." he offers in salute, before drinking heavily from the lemonade. "To be fair, I did date after that, but the girl got all pissed off after she figured out that I was who I was and didn't tell her so she broke up with me because I couldn't trust her with my secret or some shit."

He peers a little closer at her and checks, just to make sure. "You're not really a vampire, are you?" he asks curiously, though she can clearly see the smile on his face.

"I'm sure the butlers at the mansion would have a fit if you left roller skate marks all over the place. But yeah, can see the issue. Sorta the same thing with me. I'm a probationary member of the Titans. I mean, they have Superboy, Supergirl, all those types. I'm just coming into my powers."

A pause, and a mirthful look in his eyes. "When I was little, when I found out my dad was Omni-Man and he was sure that I was going to have powers, I was so excited. I broke my arm once, jumping from the roof, thinking that would be the day I would fly. Then one time, I covered myself in duct tape, convincined that controlling duct tape would be my power. Oh man, ten year old me was terrible."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I would be so much cooler if I was a vampire, but nah. Just a mutant." Bunny confirms with a snort of amusement, which then causes her to turn pink because she just snorted.

    "I have no idea if they have butlers. I mean, Tony Stark's an Avenger, right? Maybe they're all Robo-Butlers and staff?" and she looks over to Mark, and then down to the ground.

    "Mark, you're only just coming into your powers, but like the Super-people, and everyone who's trained under a Justice League member, you've got a legacy. They can look at you and say 'oh hey, he's probably gonna be able to lift this bus full of people'. I'm okay with being the super-colorful-party-girl. Gimmie anything to celebrate, I'll celebrate it. There's nothin' like skating around with two hundred of your best friends cheering 'cause the DJ put on a music track that makes everyone feel good... but... that doesn't make me a superhero." she gives a small smile.

    "... you put the sticky-side *out*, right? 'Cause oh man, if you put the sticky side in with nothing between you and the tape --" she winces.

Mark Grayson has posed:
The snort makes Mark grin more. "Cute." he comments, but doesn't elaborate on what was cute about it as his attention turns back to her. He sets down the food and gives Bunny's hand a squeeze. "I need you to listen and listen well. Yeah, I can lift a bus. Yeah, I have a legacy. But you know what makes you a hero? It's that you care. I saw you at the battle. You were overwhelmed, but you saved way more lives than anyone else with those shields of yours. You were pretty f-ing amazing, truth be told. So celebrate that. Because you were... pretty amazing." Then he realizes he's probably held her hand a bit /too/ long and his cheeks darken as he pulls his hand back and attempts to change the subject.

"Nope, sticky side in. It was /not/ fun." Mark admits with amusement. "Mom had to shave my head because I thought I needed a duct-tape head band to control my new found duct-tape powers."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny's blue eyes turn to focus on Mark, her shoulders drawing up a little bit as he holds her hand, and gives it a squeeze. She finds herself giving a hard swallow as she attempts to find words, and mumbles something that might have been a thank you, that starts off in an actual word, maybe, and then draws sharply up into a squeak as her ears and cheeks turn red. And She turns her head away, looking up to the city as she rubs the back of her neck.

    "Sticky-side in. All over. And your hair -- aw man. That's definitely a story someone tells at your graduation party. I would *not* let on with that if you join a frat." Bunny jokes.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Frat? I'm not frat material. I mean, can you imagine a frat figuring out what I am?" Mark shakes his head at that. "I'm just going to do my college thing and figure out what fast-food restraunt I can work at with the degree I get." he teases before he looks back down at the food. And he feels it. "Didn't mean to put you on the spot and all." he manages.

And awkward becomes more awkward for the moment as he tries to find his own way through. "I tend to repeat the same word a lot. Need to work on expanding my vocabulary."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Dunno, I can imagine a lot of things to do in college. Superhero frat doesn't seem too out of the question." Bunny replies with a smile, nd she examines the remains of her hot dogs -- reduced now to a quarter or so of a hot dog with a pickle hanging out of it.

    "You're good, Mark." she replies, and then she takes a deep breath, and lets it out.

    "I was on track to be a concert pianist. It was my dream to work for the Metropolitan Opera, or the Symphony Orchestra. Record jazz albums. Music was kinda my whole life, before my dad was framed for embezzlement, and we lost our million-dollar penthouse in manhattan and had to move into a two bedroom, fifth-story walk-up. I had to drop outta school to help run my dad's messenger service -- it's why I skate everywhere. To me? Skating feels more natural than walking."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Taking the last bite of his hot dog, Mark takes a napkin and daps his face, before he considers her. "I'd like to hear you play sometime, Bunny." he offers her with a genuine smile. "I can see you rocking it out in a dive bar someplace."

But as she continues her story, he nods. There's no easy fix there. "Fortunately, I can jog quick enough to keep up with you." comes the teasing response. "Though I suppose I better learn to skate if it's going to look more natural. I still crash sometimes when I try flying. Control issues and all."

"Oh yeah, I just turned twenty, like earlier this week. Whole life in front of me."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "oh man, happy birthday! If you'd let me known I woulda paid for your dog, my man." Bunny replies, straightening up a bit as she looks back to Mark. And she gives a laugh, rubbing ad the back of her neck again.

    "I play at the Gayest Dueling Piano Bar. It's called Rain Beau Brite's, and it looks like 1980's Miami and Oriental Express had a kid on the inside. But yeah, I play there, and sometimes there's a band accompanyment. I'll shoot you a text of my performance schedule? Maybe if you find time between your obviously stellar superhero and social life, I'd love to see you there."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Naw, birthday's over, going to have to pay for my own food." Mark laughs lightly in response. "I'll just have to figure out when yours is so we don't have this mistake again." Because that is clearly the solution here.

At the offer to come watch her play. "I can do that." he agrees easily enough. "I mean, I'd have to carve out the time in my superhero, social... and maybe seeing if you want to hang out again sometime."

Too soon? Probably too soon.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny blinks a moment, those bright blue eyes looking up at Mark for a heartbeat before it clicks.

    And when it does she turns a brilliant shade of red, from her cheeks to her ears. And her power activates and she gets a skin-sheen that looks like a gasoline layer on a puddle, dull prismatic swirls before she she brings her hands up and covers her embarrassed face!

    "I'd like that a lot!" she squeaks.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"So that's what color you turn when you're embarassed." Mark says with amusement as he watches her go through the flurry of her shields. "Careful, you're positiviely radiating at this point." His own grey eyes dance with mirth as he watches her a moment longer.

His smile warms up and looks from her back towards the ground. "I'm looking forward to it, Bunny. And to getting to know you better."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Aaaaah shut up you're just gonna make it woooooorse." Bunny protests, before she takes a deep breath, and lets it out, trying to figuratively chill so that her powers don't stay on in panic mode. "I'm a regular disco ball. LUCKILY --" Bunny states, pointing at Mark. "I don't get embarrassed very often!" she lies just a little bit there, and she gives a smile so big that her cheeks hurt a little bit.

    "I look forward to it too, I think it could be a lot of fun. And we both kinda know what we're getting into, with the whole superhero thing."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark is laughing heartily by this point, enjoying the gambit that Bunny is running through as he waits for her to calm down and nods. "Yeah. No secrets and all that stuff. It's kind of liberating, really." he admits with an easy tone.

"So besides playing piano and being a hellion on wheels, what other things do you like to do? We can play whatever we decided to do by ear, I'm not really the type that wants a schedule and all of that."

A pause, a beat, and then a playful smile. "I'll accept the challenge of seeing what other interesting colors you'll turn."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I... uh... I'm still kind of exploring what I like to do? My dad kept me on a pretty short leash through the last four years, so mostly it was 'cooking, cleaning, laundry for eight people and rollerskating to deliver stuff and sneak off to play piano at bars for tips'." she smiles, kicking her feet a little bit as she looks back to Mark. And she gives a grin.

    "Are turning different colors in *your* power set, Mark?" she asks innocently, batting her eyes. "Just so I'm not shocked."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Oh, dirty play! Mark's cheeks darken at her so-innocent comment.

"J-just the standard flight, super-speed, invulerability and strength..." he manages as he clears his throat and returns fire.

"So a great constitution and stamina..." and a pause as he leans in, as if sharing a secret with her and her alone.

"And in no hurry to finish up."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    She tries. She honestly, truly tries. Her lips purse as he leans in, and she leans in, nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him as her eyes narrow.

    ANd she just turns bright red again, and she gives a squeak of a giggle, nd then covers her face again.

    "Okay, okay, I'm good, really." she wheezes, "Just so we're absolutely, positively clear, that was *not* about the Gary's Dawg and drink, right?" she adds a little levity, but her eyes are half closed. She's definitely thinking with her mind in the gutter.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Oh, you thought it was about the dawg?" Now it's Mark's turn to feign innocence as he bumps her shoulder again. He doesn't speak for several seconds and then...

"I'll leave it to your imagination."

He's obviously not going to be the one to fish her out of the gutter. But he's not exactly rushing to join her there. His hand, however, does reach around and gives her side a gentle squeeze, a sweet little moment to off-set the other topics that they are drifting off into.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I dunno, my imagination can get pretty wild." Bunny comments, and she feels his hand come around her side and give a squeeze, and she lightly leans into his space. This was nice. It was peaceful. She didn't have to craft lies or half-truths. Everything was there and in the open.

    "What would you even *do* with the flamingo floatie?" she questions, eyes scanning the horizon as if it was a serious thought, and not a throw-away funny comment.

Mark Grayson has posed:
It is nice. Way nicer than having to come up with an excuse to leave, lame as they may be. His hand continues to ret on her side and then she makes her comment and Mark is left in a bit of confusion.

"Flamingo floatie?" he asks her with a curious lift of his brow. Clearly he has no idea what he would do with one, either!

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Pre/cise/ly. Told you, my imagination? All wild. One of the reasons I dress in All The colors. I got bored with UPS-imitating-brown. Pink hair? 'Cause everyone else in my family is blonde." she states, and then she wrinkles her nose, eyes scrunching up as she laughs.

    "And besides, I know what *I* was thinking. I don't have fantastic speed, so I gotta come up with a way to keep you on your toes."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Trust me, I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways, Bunny." Mark responds with amusement before releasing her a little. "I like the way you look. It makes it easy to find you. Me, I'm just generic Asian-American guy." he comments with a laugh. "Though the grey eyes are from my dad. The whole Viltrumite thing." Just in case she forgot that he's half-alien.

"So when do you plan to share this fantastical little world with me?" comes the querry as he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his hand moving up her back to give her pink locks a light tossle. "Does this count as a date?" he asks finally. "Or should we actually plan something to meet up and do a thing?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I dunno, I might leave you hanging about the flamingo floatie for a while." Bunny gives a grin, and she motions to herself "Yeah, without the pink hair I kinda look like every other blonde girl from Brooklyn. Hairdye and rollerskates are like my two real luxuries in life." she laughs, and then gives a soft 'eeeee' sound as her locks get tosseled. They are now a bit all over the place, her pink goggles askew as she reaches up to take them off.

    "I mean, technically I'm supposed to be out on patrol, but I've got an earbud in to listen to the police radios or get buzzed in should anything official happen... but this is a coffee-date? Hotdog date? General agreement to date date? Relationships are *weird* and complex." she smiles up at him.

    "Also you are not generic Asian-American guy. You haven't asked me for my blood type." she sticks her tongue out.

    "But yeah,I mean, we cn count this as a date if you want to mark it?" she finishes, and her voice does that little getting-higher until she squeaks thing again.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Mark it, that a Mark joke?" comes his response as Mark teases her anew. "A hot dog, drink and hand holding counts as a date, I think." he finally decides to agree as he ohs. "I didn't mean to interrupt your patrol. If you give me a hot second, I could change and give you a real view of the patrol area."

"And for what it's worth, I don't really want weird and complex. We do things together. If we decide to make out and other things later, great. If we decide we're better friends, that's good too. This is easy. Complex means secrets and weirdness. I don't like secrets and weirdness. I get enough of that from the villains I face."

"And trust me, they are weird." He returns her smile and uses his free hand to brush a thumb over her cheek. "No rush, no weirdness. Just a couple of adults having the time of their life while they're still young."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Relationships are weird and complex because people are weird and complex, and that was totally a Mark joke. Well Marked, Mark." Bunny gives a bright smile, and grabs her arm to crack her shoulder, goggles dangling from her thumb, but she pauses as Mark cups her cheek, feeling that thumb. And she goes red again, and purses her lips petulantly.

    "I think you just like seeing me turn colors." she accuses playfully, "But you're right. A couple of adults having the time of their lives..." she smiles, and laughs.

    "Make out is definitely on the 'later' possibilities list -- I just had two Manhattan Bull Dawgs which is like, four onions worth of onions. I'd need Super Tic-Tacs." she jokes, poking fun at herself as she stands, and grabbing onto another rail of the scaffolding she offers a hand to Mark.

    "If you wanna patrol with me, you'd better get your suit."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Wait, did she just assume that he wanted to make out right now? He laughs nervously, his cheeks turning dark red. "I didn't mean r-right now! Just... if." he manages, stammering and stuttering a step. She found a crack in his armor. Or amor. One of the two.

Fortunately, for Mark, Bunny offers him a life-line in her next statement. "Oh, I keep it in my backpack." he manages, patting the bag and then opening it slightly so that Bunny can see the blue and yellow within. A beat and...

"You're not scared of heights, right?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny gives a grin.

    "I know you didn't mean right now, that's... ah... " she glows pink "That'd be really quick." she laughs.

    "Ah... heights?" she asks, and she looks down a moment.

    "Nnnnnooooooooo?" she replies, not a hundred percent sure.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Disengaging from Bunny, Mark polices up his trash and grins. "Be right back." he offers as he makes his way down the scaffolding, throwing away his food and disappears around the corner into a nearby alley.

A few minutes later, she gets a text.

'I'd suggest wearing those goggles'

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had hopped down from the scaffolding to throw away her trash and recycle a water bottle when she got the text. And she grins.

    She pulls down her goggles from her forehead.

    She lights up a trio of platforms, prismatic and clear as she skates and jumps -- one platform, two, three -- and at two and a half stories tall, she'd probably not get hurt too bad from falling at this height, but she does take a LEap of Faith.

    Insert eagle sound here.

Mark Grayson has posed:
And just as Bunny leaps into the air, a blur of blue and yellow sweeps her up into his arms. Pulling her close and snug, Mark grins down at her, his own goggles mirroring her face. "Next stop, three thousand feet!" he announces. "Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times."

And with that, he launches skywards, up past the rooftops, higher and higher, until they are well over the borough and he loosens his grip just slightly so that she can wiggle and look around. "A whole new way to look over the patrol area, right?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    OK, she was expecting flight, that was cool -- rapid acceleration and altitude was new. Three thousand feet, over half a mile straight up, and Bunny gives a soft 'eeeeeeeeeeeee--!!!' sound as her arms hold tightly to Mark -- INVINCIBLE! -- and they climb up over Manhattan, seeing it disappear below them as she holds to him, and once they reach height, she looks down. High above the city it glitters like topaz and diamonds below them. Her fingers curl against Mark's shoulders as she turns, looking over the city. And Brooklyn, the Bronx, the green spaces and beyond.

    Her expression softens as she looks at the city from this height, and everything is reflected in the rose-colored lenses. THe lights, Mark's face and the glimmer off his yellow goggles as she looks back to him with a smile.

    "It's beautiful --!" she whispers.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Isn't it, though?" Mark agrees as he rests slightly to just float and allow Bunny to take in everything around them. "I just come up here and float sometimes when I need to think. There's also the flights, I mean, I can go from here to Los Angeles in about three hours. That's if I don't stop to grab something to eat on the way."

A momentary pause, and he adds. "My dad could go around the world in ten minutes." How much further he has to go, in that simple statement. "I should havr brought you up here at night. The difference is startling."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny at that just.. laughs. "It'd probably be all the lights and darks at night instead of the landscape, yeah?" she grins, and she keeps one arm looped around Mark's neck.

    "I wish I could do that. Just... fly away sometimes. I bury myself in music when I have to think." she replies quietly.

    "... so -- you go about a thousand miles an hour, top speed?" she asks, turning to look up to Mark with a grin. "Pretty fast!"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"We all have to have our ways to get out and just... destress, right?" Mark asks in response. "And hey, just send me a text, we can fly somewhere." he points out. "Snowing here? Go to a beach in Miami. Visiting Oktoberfest in Germany, not that my mom would agree with that, since the drinking age is much much lower."

Then, he comes around to her question. "About Mach 2, at the max. Dad's convinced I can go much faster. I just need to apply myself." She's not the only one under pressure to perform, apparently, judging by the faint frown that touches his lips.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Want snow and it's the summer? Swiss Alps. Oh man, do you *ski*? I haven't been skiing in ages!" Bunny sounds pretty excited about the prospect of free, personal airfaire, and she gives a small grin.

    "Hey, who's to say that because you're a hybrid, you don't develop powers your dad doesn't have? Maybe you develop like, cryogenesis and start lobbing ice at mach two at people with deadly prescision. Or you somehow have a power that makes *every* Kernel in a microwave popcorn bag pop. Or psionic powers that let you talk to ramen packets to determine which has the lowest salt content." Bunny gives a bright smile, and her pink gloved hand comes up to tossel Mark's hair!

    "We both kinda measure unfairly, maybe."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"And maybe some unrealistic expectations of ourselves." Mark agrees and then laughs. "Never been skiing, but I make a mean snowman!" he remarks, the smile returning, Bunny disarming him quickly enough as he chuckles at the idea of other powers.

"I /did/ think I could control duct tape at one point..." he responds with more than a little more amusement as he gives her a squeeze, not too tight, just enough to almost be considered a hug as his hair is tosseled about. "You wouldn't believe how long I spend in the mirror in the morning to get the look down right." he says teasingly.

As he prepares to say more, his phone starts to chime at him and he groans. "Figures. I have to cut this short, I have class in thirty minutes." he grumbles before looking at her again. "But this has been great!"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "This has been great!" Bunny replies, giving a bright smile, and she leans her head lightly against Mark's shoulder -- both to hide her blushing face and to ease a sense of vertigo from being up so high.

    "Better bring me back down though, so you can change and get back to class and I can finish up my route before face-crashing into a yoga mat." she jokes.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark laughs, "Anyplace you want to be dropped off?" he asks as he looks around for a place to land, and finally settles on a rooftop of a nearby building, settling down and placing Bunny on her feet, finally releasing her and stepping back. "Text me the deets when you're performing again, in case we don't get a chance with our oh so busy schedules to go out again."

"Hopefully, it won't be that long though..." And with that, he gives her a little wave and starts to rise back into the sky. "See you later, Bunny."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    She's set down, and she treads a little on her skates to get her ground-legs back, and she pushes up her goggles a little to look back to Mark.

    "You'll have it within a couple of hours." she grins, pushing herself backwards on her skates as he rises back up. "Have fun at class. We'll see each other soon!" she promises, and then she nimbly hops off the side of the building, her shield forming another ramp downwards, and she skates away.

    Going 'eeeeeeeeeeeeee!' in excitement.