“When did I say I didn’t believe you?” Kitty was pretty sure one of his lasts texts actually confirmed that he believed everything he’d been told by the prince.
Even if the Animals thing was still a little confusing. Did they have… not People-Animals?
“But yes, the outfit kinda sells it. Very… extravagant? That’s probably a good word for it.”
"When you thought I was fucking with you," Fiyero points out, clearly not censoring his swears. But true, he seemed to have moved past that towards the end of them writing to each other.
Extravagant is probably accurate. All the gold detailing and buttons and straps. Though now he's opened it up and is slouching against the seat, he looks on the more haphazard side of debonair.
"I don't exactly have much of a wardrobe, seeing as I just got here," he explains.
“Okay but that was also when you were going on about hot air balloons and and the geography of Oz so you can understand why that would make no sense to someone who has no idea who you are.”
Seriously, if he didn’t believe Fiyero before, the wardrobe probably would have sold him on the alternate reality thing. “Yeahhhh. We need to get you some jeans.”
Fiyero merely grins at Kitty pointing out why it was difficult to believe him.
It is frustrating having to explain all this stuff to people, because he doesn't have a simple satisfying answer like 'I'm from Illinois' (which Fiyero is still pronouncing wrong in his head).
Kitty stares blankly at Fiyero for a moment before he arches a brow at him. “You don’t have jeans in Oz? What the heck do you wear then?”
Standing up and sliding out of the booth a bit, Kitty indicates to his jeans. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans that are form fitting around his hips, ass and thighs. “These are jeans. They’re pants made of denim.” He sits back down. “They come in all kinds of styles. These are slim fit.”
Fiyero gives him an amused look and just gestures at his own trousers when asked what they wear. There are other fabrics than denim, whatever that is exactly.
They are nice though, and Fiyero definitely checks Kitty the jeans out properly as he stands up. It does look similar to what he's seen around.
"Very fetching. So if I want to blend in a bit more, that's probably a good place to start, huh?"
“Jeans, t-shirts, button downs.” Kitty agrees, stretching out in his seat with one arm across the back of the booth and knee up on the seat. “Probably some sweatpants too, for when you’re just lazing about.
“And something is definitely gonna need to be done about ID.”
He does not know what a tee-shirt is either, but a button-down at least sounds like something they would have in Oz. 'Sweatpants' have an unpleasant name, but who knows what it means.
Fiyero can't help but smile at the way Kitty is already thinking of ways to help him.
"Yes, that one I have no idea how to fix," he answers. Clothes, he could figure out. Identification is so beyond him for what the rules are, what you need, where he would get it...
Kitty smiles at him around his drink. As it became more apparent that Fiyero hadn’t just been messing with him and truly didn’t have any kind of identification, Kitty had given it some thought about what could be done.
“I’ve had some thoughts but I need to talk to some people. Your accent makes things a bit easier to be honest.” Brow furrowing, a new question comes to mind. “Where have you been staying?”
Ah yes, he had noticed most people don't sound like him. Accents varied within Oz as well, so it's not too unfamiliar for him.
"With friends. New friends," he answers with a shrug. "Sort of a short term solution."
Fiyero is friendly and chatty, and once he mentioned he didn't have anywhere to stay, there were people who let him sleep on their couch. If it weren't so cold, it would be less of a problem - Fiyero isn't bothered by the outdoors and has slept under the stars. But given the weather, a slightly more stable residence would be preferable.
“You’re… staying with random people in New York, in a world you’re not familiar with?” Kitty raises a brow. “Oz is an incredibly safe place, by the sounds of it.”
That was somewhat concerning. What had Jubilee been thinking? Between providing his own number to a perfect stranger and letting him just wonder around in a world he doesn’t know? This was all so weird.
Fiyero quirks his head at the idea of Oz being safe - it's not, but perhaps the dangers are different. But Fiyero is used to being a well-known Prince who everyone would give hospitality to.
At the question of how long he's been here, he has to take a moment to think, squinting a little. "Nine days, I think?" he answers.
Yes, he's quite new. But at least he's been given one of these devices that lets him write to people.
“And you’ve just… stayed with random people? This is absolutely not the place for me to explain why there are serious risks doing that but remind me to do that at some point.” Which of course makes what he’s about to say more awkward but what kind of person would he be if he just left Fiyero to keep couch surfing?
“That won’t do. So we have two options. We can get you a hotel or you can come back to the Mansion and take one of those rooms until you find something more permanent. Or as long as you want. Whichever.”
"Not random! Just people I haven't known long." Specifically a bunch of drunk college boys who found him delightful and were a lot of fun to party with.
Fiyero has no money to steal, and he can in fact fight. He's tall and can be imposing. He's more of a threat to most people than the opposite, probably, right?
"The people at the Mansion, they're... strange, right?" he asks, not sure how to phrase that exactly.
“Fiyero, you have no way of knowing who those people are. People here… sometimes they have really bad intentions.”
It’s not that Kitty doesn’t think Fiyero could handle himself, but in a world he doesn’t know, the level of trust he’s displaying is somewhat frightening.
“Mutants, yeah. People with a mutated gene that has resulted in the development of powers. We’re sometimes referred to as homosuperior.”
Fiyero is well aware that Kitty is probably right, and that he's got Fiyero's best intentions in mind, yet it's like a primal instinct of 'whatever, man' - the 'mindless and careless' mask being really ingrained in him - that forces Fiyero to roll his eyes just a little bit.
It's not like he hasn't thought the exact same thing, but then, what were his options? Acknowledging that Kitty's right would require acknowledging it's something he himself has been worried about, and he's been trying very hard not to worry, or share the worry.
He doesn't know what 'mutated genes' or 'homosuperior' means, but whatever. Also not worrying about that.
"Well, a hotel sounds comfortable and all, but it might be nice to be around people who won't be that surprised by.. You know, my lack of familiarity with this place."
Kitty rolls his eyes in response to Fiyero’s eye roll, brushing his fingers over the side of his glass to collect condensation that he then flicks at the prince.
“Here I am, just worrying about your safety and you roll your eyes. You’re a menace, you know that?”
Finishing off his drink, Kitty flags down a passing server and requests another round.
“Well, we have plenty of room. We can look at getting you some more clothes as well. Try and figure out the ID thing. And you’ll be in a safe environment, while you figure this world out.
“The younger kids may still be baffled by you’re lack of knowledge of this place but Gen Alpha are wild.”
Fiyero flinches and holds up his arm as a shield at the flicked water, but the playful response at least makes him grin, like it's all a fun joke and something he was just doing to mess with Kitty in a childish, friendly way. "Oh, my apologies, gentle protector," he teases.
But at least it's looking like he's got a bit of a plan going forward. And not having to worry about the basics.
"You know, you act as if I say the must surreal things, but you say a lot of weird shit too," he points out with a grin, finishing off his drink - though he takes advantage of the server being present to ask for something else this time.
“Yeah. You should be sorry. I’m like your knight in incorporeal armour.” Kitty laughs at the ridiculousness of his own words and shakes his head.
Kitty can also definitely concede that plenty of what he says would be super weird to the other man in the same way some of the things he says is super weird to Kitty. “I guess that’s what happens when you travel through dimensions. You can always ask if you don’t understand. I’m not gonna judge.”
Fiyero laughs too, actually understanding the incorporeal joke after Kitty has explained his abilities. The alcohol has also made that loose, relaxed attitude come a lot easier to him, for which he's grateful.
"Oh, I try to prioritise the questions where I think I'll actually be interested in the answers," he answers with a cheeky smile. Kitty hasn't judged him yet. He's been baffled and confused, but that's fine.
One drink isn’t enough to do a whole lot to Kitty but the good company and easy conversation has him relaxed in the booth as if he’s just sprawled out across the couch at home with his friends, gossiping and playing video games.
“Maybe if you were more interested in answers, you’d know what the heck I’m talking about all the time.”
"You say that as if every answer doesn't spawn four or five new questions," Fiyero points out. "It's like a spiderweb of infinite confusing words. We'd never get anywhere if I asked more than a couple."
He'll figure it out. Prioritising doesn't mean not asking at all, it just means he wants to talk about more than New York 101.
“Okay, valid. I’d set you loose on the internet but I’m pretty sure you’d fall down a rabbit hole of something more interesting and not actually learn anything helpful.” He realises there’s probably more confusing words in that sentence as well.
"Well, first you gotta tell me what 'the internet' is," he counters, grinning. He's relatively sure he understands 'rabbit hole' as a metaphor, but he could be wrong. It seems pretty self-explanatory with the context though.
“I knew you were going to ask that. It’s a global network that allows for the sharing of data and information. And in simpler terms, it’s this really cool technology thing that allows us to talk to people all over the world, shop, read, watch movies and tv and look up pretty much anything you could ever dream of.” Kitty smiles at the server who brings them their new drinks and pulls out his phone once she’s left.
“It used to only be on computers.” He pulls up an image of an older model computer and shows Fiyero. “But now we can use it on our phones or tablets - which is essentially just a big phone by designed for games and internet and not phone calls - and tvs.”
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Even if the Animals thing was still a little confusing. Did they have… not People-Animals?
“But yes, the outfit kinda sells it. Very… extravagant? That’s probably a good word for it.”
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Extravagant is probably accurate. All the gold detailing and buttons and straps. Though now he's opened it up and is slouching against the seat, he looks on the more haphazard side of debonair.
"I don't exactly have much of a wardrobe, seeing as I just got here," he explains.
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Seriously, if he didn’t believe Fiyero before, the wardrobe probably would have sold him on the alternate reality thing. “Yeahhhh. We need to get you some jeans.”
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It is frustrating having to explain all this stuff to people, because he doesn't have a simple satisfying answer like 'I'm from Illinois' (which Fiyero is still pronouncing wrong in his head).
"What are jeans?" he asks with a curious frown.
Yeah, he really is pretty lost around here.
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Standing up and sliding out of the booth a bit, Kitty indicates to his jeans. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans that are form fitting around his hips, ass and thighs. “These are jeans. They’re pants made of denim.” He sits back down. “They come in all kinds of styles. These are slim fit.”
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They are nice though, and Fiyero definitely checks
Kittythe jeans out properly as he stands up. It does look similar to what he's seen around."Very fetching. So if I want to blend in a bit more, that's probably a good place to start, huh?"
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“And something is definitely gonna need to be done about ID.”
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Fiyero can't help but smile at the way Kitty is already thinking of ways to help him.
"Yes, that one I have no idea how to fix," he answers. Clothes, he could figure out. Identification is so beyond him for what the rules are, what you need, where he would get it...
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“I’ve had some thoughts but I need to talk to some people. Your accent makes things a bit easier to be honest.” Brow furrowing, a new question comes to mind. “Where have you been staying?”
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"With friends. New friends," he answers with a shrug. "Sort of a short term solution."
Fiyero is friendly and chatty, and once he mentioned he didn't have anywhere to stay, there were people who let him sleep on their couch. If it weren't so cold, it would be less of a problem - Fiyero isn't bothered by the outdoors and has slept under the stars. But given the weather, a slightly more stable residence would be preferable.
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That was somewhat concerning. What had Jubilee been thinking? Between providing his own number to a perfect stranger and letting him just wonder around in a world he doesn’t know? This was all so weird.
“How long have you been here?”
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At the question of how long he's been here, he has to take a moment to think, squinting a little. "Nine days, I think?" he answers.
Yes, he's quite new. But at least he's been given one of these devices that lets him write to people.
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“That won’t do. So we have two options. We can get you a hotel or you can come back to the Mansion and take one of those rooms until you find something more permanent. Or as long as you want. Whichever.”
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Fiyero has no money to steal, and he can in fact fight. He's tall and can be imposing. He's more of a threat to most people than the opposite, probably, right?
"The people at the Mansion, they're... strange, right?" he asks, not sure how to phrase that exactly.
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It’s not that Kitty doesn’t think Fiyero could handle himself, but in a world he doesn’t know, the level of trust he’s displaying is somewhat frightening.
“Mutants, yeah. People with a mutated gene that has resulted in the development of powers. We’re sometimes referred to as homosuperior.”
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It's not like he hasn't thought the exact same thing, but then, what were his options? Acknowledging that Kitty's right would require acknowledging it's something he himself has been worried about, and he's been trying very hard not to worry, or share the worry.
He doesn't know what 'mutated genes' or 'homosuperior' means, but whatever. Also not worrying about that.
"Well, a hotel sounds comfortable and all, but it might be nice to be around people who won't be that surprised by.. You know, my lack of familiarity with this place."
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“Here I am, just worrying about your safety and you roll your eyes. You’re a menace, you know that?”
Finishing off his drink, Kitty flags down a passing server and requests another round.
“Well, we have plenty of room. We can look at getting you some more clothes as well. Try and figure out the ID thing. And you’ll be in a safe environment, while you figure this world out.
“The younger kids may still be baffled by you’re lack of knowledge of this place but Gen Alpha are wild.”
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But at least it's looking like he's got a bit of a plan going forward. And not having to worry about the basics.
"You know, you act as if I say the must surreal things, but you say a lot of weird shit too," he points out with a grin, finishing off his drink - though he takes advantage of the server being present to ask for something else this time.
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Kitty can also definitely concede that plenty of what he says would be super weird to the other man in the same way some of the things he says is super weird to Kitty. “I guess that’s what happens when you travel through dimensions. You can always ask if you don’t understand. I’m not gonna judge.”
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"Oh, I try to prioritise the questions where I think I'll actually be interested in the answers," he answers with a cheeky smile. Kitty hasn't judged him yet. He's been baffled and confused, but that's fine.
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“Maybe if you were more interested in answers, you’d know what the heck I’m talking about all the time.”
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He'll figure it out. Prioritising doesn't mean not asking at all, it just means he wants to talk about more than New York 101.
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“It used to only be on computers.” He pulls up an image of an older model computer and shows Fiyero. “But now we can use it on our phones or tablets - which is essentially just a big phone by designed for games and internet and not phone calls - and tvs.”
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of course Kitty wants to know Fiyero's size and preferences-- i mean
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