Jono and Vulpe
Angelo, also known as Skin, made his way up to the room he'd been told was Jono's, after dumping his stuff in the room he'd been given. He hesitated for a moment, hearing a girl's husky laughter then opened the door. A red haired girl...with red fur and a fox's tail was lounging on the only bed in the room...practically naked. Skin blinked. Jonothon's eyes were crinkled round the edges in the way he had come to learn meant the other boy was laughing...not something he saw that often.
Skin! Jonothon's voice reverberated in his mind. The girl on the bed looked over, stretching.
"Ciao!" Vulpe said chirpily. "Call me Vulpe. And you would be...?"
"Angelo. Or Skin."
"So you are the most famous Skin. Pleased to meet you. Come, lie down on the bed while gufo sits on the chair like the good boy he is." She blew Jonothon a kiss and he raised an eyebrow.
Are you tryin' to seduce my mate?
"Oh no, never, how could I dream of doing something like that?" Vulpe said innocently. "I am a good Italian Catholic girl and I would never ever think of doing something like that." Skin came in and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. Her tail brushed his leg.
So, wot are ya doin' 'ere, mate? JOnothon asked.
"Came to see you, but I see you been doin' fine." Skin shrugged. "I got transferred."
"Oh, you have a sweet voice. I like him, let's keep him." Vulpe laid her head in Skin's lap. He stiffened in shock.
Vulpe, you're freaking him out...
"So? Bite me, bandageboy!" She slapped her ass with a hand. "Right on de ass. I'll bend over to make it easier for you too." Skin stared at her in horror. Jonothon just laughed. "So. Sit. Tell." Skin started to talk about what had been happening back at Emma Frost's School and what had happened to Jonothon while he had been at Xavier's.
By the end of it, Skin was lying on the bed with Vulpe cradled in one arm while Jonothon was slumped in a beanbag rather then the computer chair. Skin had been christened with a nickname from Vulpe as well. Toro. He still didn't understand why...