"Do you think you can tuck your legs up enough for us to make it through your window? Elbows in, too, and there is over an eighty percent chance that we will make it. A nineteen percent chance that we will have to turn back, and a one percent chance that one or both of use will be sent plummeting to our doom. In the event of such an occurrence, there is a forty percent chance that it would be you, thirty that it would be me, and thirty that we would both lose our grip."
Matt had better tuck his legs in fast. That window is coming up quickly.
He pulls in his legs just in time, tightening his grip around L's waist and ducking his head until his forehead is pressed against the back of his neck. But they make it through, and Matt can't hear the sounds of any major destruction of his stuff, so...
Forty percent of that one percent chance. L wouldn't actually let him get hurt. He might even have been overstating the danger; rounding up, a little, for effect.
Trying very hard not to laugh, he coasts them over the equipment in the room, looking for a clear place to land. His shoulders shake with the repressed humour.
Matt's laughing too, now, though some of it might be from relief. His room is pretty small, and they're effectively flying in tight little circles over everything - lucky the ceiling is so high.
"I think you're going to have to hover over the bed," he says. "Then we can just jump onto it."
He hasn't lifted his head yet. Because he's tired.
"And then you will not have to move. I think it is about time you got some rest."
He sets them down on the bed as best he can; it's not easy, the mattress has too much give for him to get much of a foothold. Oh well, if they fall, the landing is soft.
L is too tall to comfortably stand on furniture. He drops to his knees instead, and then clambers down so he can swing his legs off the side of the bed.
Matt sort of flumps down, pushing his goggles up to rub his eyes briefly. He'd forgotten that L was still wearing a pair, and the sight makes him grin.
"I still can't believe you didn't buy that yellow shirt."
"I dunno. You're fun. You don't care what people think. You try on stupid sweaters and hit passers-by with boxes and buy random kittens." Matt probably wouldn't say all this if he was fully awake, but right now it seems like a good idea.
"Sounds good," he murmurs. Since L took off his goggles Matt remembers to do the same, and he pulls off the gloves, too. He leans back against the wall.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:26 am (UTC)He's supposed to be Justice, and all. They're now off of the forest, flying over the grass.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:29 am (UTC)He'd say that even on motorbikes, but come on. Magical flying brooms versus police cars.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:31 am (UTC)"Maybe so, but probably not for them."
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:35 am (UTC)Matt peers around L's head (there is a lot of hair!) and blinks. "You know you're flying straight at the castle, right?"
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:39 am (UTC)Matt had better tuck his legs in fast. That window is coming up quickly.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:43 am (UTC)He pulls in his legs just in time, tightening his grip around L's waist and ducking his head until his forehead is pressed against the back of his neck. But they make it through, and Matt can't hear the sounds of any major destruction of his stuff, so...
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:45 am (UTC)Trying very hard not to laugh, he coasts them over the equipment in the room, looking for a clear place to land. His shoulders shake with the repressed humour.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:53 am (UTC)"I think you're going to have to hover over the bed," he says. "Then we can just jump onto it."
He hasn't lifted his head yet. Because he's tired.
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Date: 2008-04-11 07:55 am (UTC)He sets them down on the bed as best he can; it's not easy, the mattress has too much give for him to get much of a foothold. Oh well, if they fall, the landing is soft.
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-11 08:10 am (UTC)L is too tall to comfortably stand on furniture. He drops to his knees instead, and then clambers down so he can swing his legs off the side of the bed.
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:12 am (UTC)"I still can't believe you didn't buy that yellow shirt."
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-11 08:21 am (UTC)"Maybe a little. But in a good way."
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:22 am (UTC)He's never heard it called that, before.
"How?"
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:30 am (UTC)He likes L a lot, he realises.
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:33 am (UTC)"I will come find you tomorrow. We can go flying again, or... or some such thing."
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:42 am (UTC)"See you then, then. And thanks."
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