Owner	Pose
Jax	It's that time of the year again. Or, to be more accurate, that time of the quarter. That time when a large package arrives for Jax, which he always either tosses away or seems to forget about after an hour or so. There's a stack of them in his room, piled any old how and gathering dust, unopened. But not this one...     This morning, when the mail call came, yet another package came for Jax, in the distinct brown envelope the size of a good sized legal pad, so thickly packed it seems to nearly burst at the seams. And today, for whatever reason, he hasn't forgotten about it. No, today, of all days, he decided to actually open it. And read. Oh my, was that a mistake!     It is now late in the evening, a time when most students are in bed or pretending to be, depending on temperament, age, and inclination. But Jax can be found in the rec room, sprawled upside down on the sofa, his legs along the back rest and his torso hanging off the cushions, while he's desperately trying to read a sheaf of papers. A stack of them are arranged nearby, in a pile that seems to threaten to slip soon, flanked by the now empty brown envelope, its wax seal broken.     And from the deep groaning coming from the sofa, it's either a pretty terrible read, or the text has utterly defeated the intrepid feline.
Kit Killovarras	Groaning and the scent of a feline in the rec room? Yeah, that's probably enough to get a yeens attention, even if he was just waking up. He's not in his usual attire, just shorts, a tank top and his tail not tucked away like it usually is when he's fully decked out. His abdomen and torso as well are wrapped in bandages, though there's not a hint of anything related to wounds on them. "Whatcha reading?" ke asks as he approaches the sofa, his typical wraith-like silence broken when he decides to finally speak. "Bit of fan mail?" he adds with a tilt of his head, studying the feline curiously as he leans on the back of the sofa from behind them.
Jax	"If fan mail is like this, kill me now." is the heartfelt response, and Jax theatrically lets his arms drop over his head, nearly but not quite dislodging the pile of paperwork. When he looks up at Kit, it's a nearly comical sight. The pupil of his left eye is a pinprick, the one of his right eye is as wide as it gets. Clearly, someone was trying to see if squinting at something with one eye would make it more comprehensible. Judging by the empty candy wrappers and cleaned out tub of ice cream, it didn't work.     "Why? Why did I decide to become responsible now? I'm not old enough to be responsible. I'm too old to be responsible. I don't wanna be responsible, it's no fun." And with that same theatrical flourish, he brandishes the page vaguely in Kit's direction... close enough to grab if the other mutant is /really/ determined, but far enough away that he can be excused not to make the effort. If it has this effect on Jax, the contents must be pretty bad.
Kit Killovarras	Kit studies the feline for a moment, then gives a little chuckle and leans over the back of the couch, picking the paper from his hand to take a look. "Oh, come on.. It can't be that bad." he says with a chuckle as he starts to read, tilting his head slightly. The rest of the papers eventually raise into the air, swirling around the aardwolf for a moment as he skims through it, his eyes unfocusing somewhat strangely before the pages go back to settle in the same order where they had been so precariously perched beforehand.
Jax	"It's worse. I thought, y'know, how bad can it be? After talking to Mister Da Costa about business, I thought, hey... let's read this thing for a change, y'know?" Another groan, and this time at least Jax sits up, the sweep of his tail as he does so pushing over the neatly rearranged pile of papers, which don't as much slide as thump. And for a moment it looks like he's suppressing a very primal urge to pounce and shred.     "I dunno how Uncle Alan makes sense of any of this. Or dad. I'd say or mom, but she's good with this sort of stuff. So is grandpa..." Slump. Jax looks utterly defeated, sitting limply on the couch. "... why am I such a dunce?"
Kit Killovarras	Kit watches the feline for a moment, then gives a little sigh and about the moment the poor boy is staring at the papers with that feral little 'DESTROY' look in his eyes? The yeen leans down and rests his chin on Jax's shoulder from behind asking, "And you've gone through how many years of study to be able to read these?" giving him a glance. "These papers look about as advanced as typical books on Arcane Theorem."
Jax	Cue another automatic response. With a chin on his shoulder, Jax reaches up and almost absently starts to scratch behind Kit's ear. It's a cat thing...     "Maybe I should try reading magic then? Start there, try to read this stuff afterwards?" It's a feeble joke, but hey... it's a start. "'s just that... y'know. I've always thought I wasn't just your average spoiled rich kid, y'know? Try to do some good, help out fellow mutants, that sort of thing. Turns out the most I know about money is that if I put the card in the pump I can fill up the Jeep, but I don't understand how that money got there." Another sigh. "How am I s'posed to manage all this when I'm older, if I can't even read my own trust fund?"
Kit Killovarras	The scritching gets a soft, low rumble from the Aardwolf and the feline gets his cheek nuzzles gently for a moment before Kit gives a little chuckle. "Magic might be easier.." he says with a little smile, reaching around the feline to draw a few runes in energy in front of him. "Again though, have you actually studied to be able to understand this sort of thing?" Theres a momentary pause as Kit turns his head, giving the feline a strange look for a moment before he noses at Jax's cheek, murmuring, "No one expects you to be able to deal with this sort of thing unless it's what you've studied for. There are likely specialists who study their entire lives to be able to read things like this who still have a hard time with it on occasion."
Jax	Shiny things drawn in the air? That gets Jax's attention, as his eyes swivel to the runes. He doesn't know what they say, but then he doesn't know what the papers say either and those are supposedly in English. On the whole, it makes him feel better to be ignorant about something he doesn't know and has never stu-....     Aaaaaand it clicks.     Another deep breath, and Kit gets a lick on his cheek back in exchange for the nuzzle, a sure sign that whatever malaise has taken Jax was rapidly disappearing over the horizon. "Point. So instead of just assuming I'm not just a spoiled rich kid, I should actually put some effort into understanding all this, properly?" Blink. "Okay, when you say it out loud, it's just so obvious. Thanks man."     And then, more quietly. "I just don't want to end up another broke football player."
Kit Killovarras	The lick actually causes Kit to pause for a moment, the edges of his ears flushing a little before he chuckles and wraps his arms around the feline. "No problem. Like I said, you can do anything you put your mind to, so long as you apply yourself and if you need someone to sit and study with? I'm more than willing to study away the nights with you." Then the Aardwolf gives an almost evil grin before giving Jax's cheek a lick, though his tongue is likely far from what most would consider normal. Canine slober is one thing, but an aardwolfs tongue is remarkably STICKY! Add to that the fact that it could likely be wrapped around the poor cat's head and it might end up being a rather weird sensation. At very least he's careful not to pull out any fur though. This might explain why his fur always has a dusty texture..