Momoko's Apartment, El Paso, Texas, Saturday

[weldedtomyspine]

Saturday morning cartoons started way too early. Milagro "wasn't into that kiddy stuff", but she was still up early enough to watch some shows from that time block. Which meant she was up before Jaime. Which meant that there was no way he could sneak out of the house without her noticing that something really weird had happened over night.

He knew because he'd tried.

Unfortunately, girl!him was shorter than boy!him. And had a different center of gravity. And that had been enough to cause him (her?) to misjudge how easy it would be to step over the pile Milagro's stuff had made on the floor when she tossed it there after school on Friday, and falling down was loud enough to hear even over the corny-joke-and-laughter that signaled the end of whatever episode Milagro was watching.

Once she'd finally stopped laughing, Jaime had managed to swear her to secrecy, but she'd managed to extract some pretty extravagant promises for it. It would be worth the price if she didn't mention this whole episode to anyone, though.

With Milagro's silence purchased, all that was left to do was to dash off a quick note to his (her?) mother that he (she?, ugh, this was confusing) was heading over to Momoko's for the weekend to deal with some weirdness that had arisen, possibly connected to Fandom.

Not too much later there was a knock on the door of Momoko's apartment, and the person doing the knocking wore baggy pants, a shirt that was clearly too large (neither of which managed to conceal that said person was female), and an expression that practically dared anyone to laugh. Or even smile in amusement.

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[heromaniac]

Momoko ran to the door as quick as she could... it was a commercial break, after all! And this Tween Heroes Go-Go was a good cartoon, for all that it wasn't anime.

"Who is it?" She called, then frowned. Actually who would be visiting her on a Saturday morning? Without calling ahead, even! Okay, now she was tiptoeing up to see through the peeop hole in her door.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Let me in, Momoko," a voice called through the door, trying to simultaneously be loud enough to be heard and quiet enough that no neighbors would get curious.

[heromaniac]

That voice sounded kind of familiar? But the only thing she could see was a hand blocking her view. Although whoever it was, they knew her name, so...

"I don't let in strange hands," she temporized, trying to place the voice. That accent was totally El Paso, so someone from work, maybe?

[weldedtomyspine]

"Momoko!" That was a very frustrated voice. "Come on! We don't have time for this!"

You could practically hear the hopping up and down impatiently.

[heromaniac]

Ok that frustrated tone totally made the difference and Momoko had to choke back her laughter...

"Jaime!" She unlocked and opened the door, leaning against it. Her smile was HUGE. "You came to visit!"

NOT LAUGHING.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Not. One. Word." It was a bit rude, but Momoko was totally getting pushed aside so that someone wouldn't be out in public any longer.

[heromaniac]

Momoko let a giggle escape as she steadied herself with the door. "And I wondered where Elena got her attitude..."

She let the door close behind her as she followed Jaime into the apartment. "At least we're not in Glacia?" She offered. "When this last happened to me, it lasted four days. I had a beard!"

Well, scruff. But if Jaime could claim his chin growth was a beard...

[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't know. Karla might not kick me in the shins if I'm a girl," Jaime countered, not really grinning, and barely relaxing.

She sighed. "At least I didn't have any major plans this weekend."

[heromaniac]

"She'd probably try to kiss you," Momoko chuckled as she reached to turn off the cartoons. "No major plans, huh? Don't you usually have a study session with Amanda on Saturday?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Noooooo?"

Yes.

[heromaniac]

Momoko simply eyed him.

Well, and smirked.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Text messages are really useful," she sighed.

[heromaniac]

"You chickened out!" She sang with glee as she sat and reached for Jaime's hand.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*Ringtone of Dinah-ness, somewhere in the vicinity of the couch, probably*

Dinah was doing laundry. Because even superhero private eyes need to do that occasionally. Well, more than occasionally. But having Alfred work out how to clean her uniform was one thing. Delicates were another.

*Ring of boredom of Dinah!*

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had to spend a couple of seconds debating whether or not to even answer.

With a sigh, she reached out and picked up her phone. "You couldn't have called yesterday, could you?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I-- what?" Dinah blinked, and looked at her phone again. Nope, right number. "Uh, I was trying to call Jaime, is he around?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Another long, frustrated sigh.

"Not at the moment. I think he's out for the weekend..."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's eyes narrowed. "Uh-hunh. And why should I have called yesterday, mystery girl? How'd you get his phone?"

[weldedtomyspine]

It wasn't really fair, but Dinahs' evident confusion somehow made Jaime feel just a bit better about things. Just a bit. But enough to smile slightly and relax a bit.

"Because he would have answered yesterday." Duh, silly. "Calling today gets you me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Which returns us to 'who' are you, and uh, the 'why' question of why you have his phone," Dinah added. "Is he off doing something brave and possibly life-threatening?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, if only." Jaime sighed. "Unfortunately, he," just a bit of emphasis on that pronoun, "has apparently disappeared for the weekend. At least I hope it's just the weekend."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Frown. Frown. Frown.

"...yeah no, you're gonna have to explain some more. Or I'm going to show up really soon so you can explain in person."

[weldedtomyspine]

The sound of a facepalm was pretty clear over the phone. "I shouldn't even have answered. You could have left a funny voicemail and I could have called you back on Monday and made up some story about why it took me all weekend to get back to you."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

...two, three, four...

"Jaime?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Um... hi?"

Yeah.

Hi, Dinah. How's life?