K is for Kinda Kidnapping

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix opted to ignore the comments regarding his tickalish nature, decided that it would work out best for him in the long run; perhaps he could keep her distracted enough for her to not remember this "tickle torture" she seemed so proud of. That was something he'd deffiantly like to avoid, despite how bizzarely amausing the situation currently was. The radio host grinned widely as his truthfulness was decided upon, giving a nod of reassurance. "Exactly, I'm as trustworthy as they come," He replied. "Radio hosts are always truth worthy." He spoke sincerely, unsure if she was actually believing him or was simply running with it since it seemed a more fun route then what she had originally planned. He she kept her arm around him, something he was actually thankful for since he was still pretty much blind at this point. He was now no longer thinking about running away or attempting some valiant escape attempt, since the prospect of early morning pancakes was quite appealing; although the guise of being "kidnapped" did provide a get out of detention card if they were caught.
Felix walked slowly, still tentative of bashing into something else as he was led towards the cafeteria. He almost bumped heads with Frank when he turned to speak to her, chuckling a little at her comments. He then flinched as he was poked, before quickly trying to distract her so she didn't notice how sensitive to being poked and therefore tickled in the side he was.
"A pancake power?! I wish, that's far more awesome then my actual ability," He poke, pouting a little at the thought; the ability to maybe create pancakes out of thin air would be fantastic... Breakfast forever sorted. "I can manipulate sound, pretty boring overall, especially compared to others here."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I hadn't thought about radio hosts being trustworthy, but it does make sense," admitted Frank, tapping her fingers against her chin while considering it. Why else would they let the hosts get on the airwaves and talk to everyone? It definitely sounded like something that required trust. Plus, Frank was pretty sure that Felix was at least a friend of a friend, which gave him a good deal more leeway than just some schlub that Frank had randomly met.

She dodged as he almost rammed their heads together, giggling all the way. "Oh, c'mon," she said, then moved to tug the back so it mostly just stayed atop Felix's head, looking like a bum's hat or something. Frank did have to adjust it a little to make it just perfect, but she managed easily enough (seemed like she might have had practice at that, which shouldn't surprise anyone, least of all Felix). "There, now you don't gotta worry about runnin' into stuff. You're still being kidnapped though," she said, poking him, "pancake powers or---aww, no pancake powers!?" she would've practically talked over Felix too. It wasn't rude; it was more of Frank optimizing conversation time than anything else. Yet another of her more minor skills.

"Pfft, manipulating sounds is way cooler than some powers,' said Frank, waving a hand. "I mean, its not as awesome as mine, 'cuz I can eat whatever I want," she grinned wide at him, "but it's gotta be better than some. It's an awesome power for a DJ---heeeey, is that why you did it? That's smart! See, you're smart, and that's way better than a good power, though I suppose if your power was to make people do what you say, then that might be better than being--hey, there's the cafeteria!" Because now that Felix wasn't walking blind, they'd managed to go a somewhat faster, arriving at the cafeteria soon enough.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was certainly not surprised by now how easily he seemed to be able to get Frank to believe him, and she honestly seemed to believe everything he was saying. He was pretty sure now she wasn't just rolling with it, but was indeed as trusting as she seemed. It was pretty endearing, not a factor most would think of their apparent kidnapper in the midst of the actually kidnapping.
He took a welcome intake of breath and sigh of relief at having the bag pulled to the top of his head, blinking his eyes rapidly a moment as they adjusted to the little amount of light in the corridor as aposed to the complete blackness of the inside of the bag. He quirked a brow and grinned in her direction as she adjusted it, making it perhaps as close to aesthetically pleasing as a bag on the head could possibly be. It was quite the fashion statement.

"I think you could be a fashion designer with this level of style," He chuckled, looking upwards towards his new hat. "The hobo look could be next season's finest. Teamed with pink camo." He was thankful to now be able to see properly, even if he was still under the informal title of "kidnapped", since he now easily dodged the various bruise inducing corners of walls Frank seemed intent on leaning them towards.
"Wait, you can eat ANYTHING?" Felix spoke, the awe evident in his voice. "Like, really anything? Now that is a cool power. Kind of blows mine out of the water." He then paused, finding the next words she said kind of profound in an odd way; being smart was better then having a cool power... To be honest, he had to agree. What use was a fantastic ability if the person who used it didn't make intelligent discussions in regards to using it well? He had been about to comment on it when Frank suddenly pointed out the cafeteria, the radio host grinning widely; he clapped his hands together and rubbed them with delight. "Right, let's get into that kitchen. I've kind of secretly made pancakes before in the middle of the night with Erika," He shifted his eyes in silly attempt at looking sly, before throwing his arm around Frank's shoulders. "So I know my way around the kitchen. What kind of pancakes do you fancy? I have quite the repertoire!"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled at the thought of her being a fashion designer. Like she'd ever be able to get through fashion school, what with everything that could distract her. No, Frank knew that her life meant that she'd end up as an heiress, or at best a party planner, which was sort of something acceptable. She soon found herself nodding as Felix reasserted her power and how awesome it was. "totally," she agreed, adding verbal agreement. She likely would've gone on, since that was one of Frank's specialties, except she was already pushing open cafeteria doors and looking around.

"I know just where the kitchen---heeeey," she turned mid-step, beginning to walk backward, still facing Felix, "'making pancakes,'" and yes, she did do air quotes. "Is that what you call it? That's so cool! I bet you put your sausage in her batter, amiright," she winked and made a lip-smacking noise that was somehow a little suggestive and a lot comic. She turned back around without missing a step, merely pivoting on one foot and using the motion to carry forward, clearly having done this far, far too often.

"I want real pancakes though. With chocolate chips! It's cool, I totally know where they are. And maple syrup, which I also know. It's okay: I'm in here all the time. I think my parents paid for, like, a wing of the school anyway," Frank gestured vaguely. That was what the Coxes usually did whenever they burdened someone: they overcompensated with funds. Frank pushed open the door to the kitchen, and was soon attacking pots with the type of energy usually reserved for squirrels and/or cartoon animals.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was now quite excited, and rather peckish, for this pancake early morning feast, donned of course in what he assumed Frank likely would call breakfast finest. The radio host suddenly leant back slightly, blinking at Frank with confusion as she rounded on him. The radio host was now compleately thrown by the girl's next few sentences, staring at her, his expression quickly shifting from confusion to embarrassment. "H-Hey!" He piped up in reply, trying to fight back a rush of warmth to his cheeks. "I'll have you know that I am a gentleman! Me and Erika don't... "Make pancakes" He copied her air quoting, "In the way you think! It's strictly confectionary." He gave a nod to assert this, his makeshift hobo hat slipping down to cover his eyes as he did so, the radio host quickly pushing back up again, flinching slightly at the sudden loud ensemble of pan clattering from the kitchen. It was a wonder she didn't wake up the entire Academy.

He quickly followed suit, slipping into the kitchen, dodging the franticly moving Frank as he made his way towards the stove, bending down to it's controls in order to bring the appliance to life. "So that's one order of an all round pancake feast, with extra toppings?" He grinned widely up at the female. He wouldn't be surprised if she asked him for some bizarre food combinations. "Your every pancake desire shall be my command, oh Lady Frank!" He heard the tell tale electric crackle inform him that the cooker had flared into action, the radio host standing back up and putting his hands on his hips. "Right! I need eggs, flour, milk... Fetch me a bowl and the electric whisk!" He declared, in a jokingly over dramatic manner, raising a clenched fist towards the ceiling. 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Riiiight, sure you don't," said Frank, winking a very obvious wink at Felix. "Don't worry, I get it. She's totally hot. I'd do her if I were into girls. Sex is kinda fun after all," she shrugged, "but I'm not sure that Erika really needs something like that right now. She totally obviously does the whole party girl thing and stuff, so we'd definitely hook up, I dunno," Frank shrugged. She really hadn't given much thought to what was going on with Erika. They were friends, sure, but not really share your secrets kind of friends. Maybe if they were, like, locked in a room together they'd really buckle down and talk it out, figure things out.

Felix darted around Frank, Frank moving out of his way to give him full access to the kitchen. She clapped and let out a woo at Felix's suggestion, clearly not caring about volume or anything as logical as that. Soon he was giving orders as the lord high master of the kitchen, and Frank was off and running. She produced the good with almost alarming speed, as though her ability consisted of producing matter instead of consuming it. Eggs, Milk, flour, they all appeared in a flurry, though Frank stopped at the mixer.

"Mixer's over here, o pancake master!" she intoned, gesturing and stepping aside to reveal the industrial strength mixer the school had bolted to the wall. She'd used it before, but Frank knew that it could be a little intimidating. There might have been a smaller one about, but why use it when there was an absolutely massive, totally cool one just sitting there, begging to be used?

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix ran a hand through his hair, feeling a flurry of warmth to his cheeks at Frank's assumptions on his and Erika's private activities. "Call me old fashioned, but I don't really go for that whole casual sex thing," He spoke with a chuckle, before deciding it was best to quickly change the subject. It wasn't due to any sort of established morals by his parents, but more a choice by Felix. He didn't exactly see sex as a big focus in his life, and once he began to develop feelings towards Erika, decided he wanted to wait for any confirmed yes or no from her before looking for anyone else. He furrowed his brow as his thoughts mused on his best friend, feeling a tangled mess of feelings whenever he did; He gave a quick shake of his head, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind for now.

He flinched when his pink donning kidnapper gave an excited squeal of delight, noting that she clearly had no concept of volume... Best keep her focused on some task or other to try and avoid any further outbursts of excitement. He watched with impressed enthusiasm as she began to retrieve the ingredients with lightning fast speed, giving a nod of appreciation as each one was brought to him. "Right, and that's-" He trailed off, staring with widened eyes at the sight of the industrial mixer; He knew it was there, he'd sneaked into the kitchen enough times to know of it's existence, but had never thought to use it before... It looked as though it could produce a colossal amount of pancakes, an idea which was to be honest quite an intriguing one. "... You know what? Yes. Let's make us some pancakes!" He went over to examine the equipment, giving it a quick look over to try an familiarise himself with it's workings. "... You think you can manage eating the mountain of food I'm going to make with this thing?" He grinned jokingly, tossing her a wink. With her ability she could likely eat the entire kitchen if she was so inclined to. "Fetch me the flour and I'll set this industrial monstrosity up."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Bummer, you are so missing out," replied Frank, obviously referencing Felix's reluctance to engage in random acts of coitus. "Sex is totally fun and stuff; everyone just makes a lot more out of it then they need to. You and Erika are buds, and you're hot, so I don't see why you shouldn't be bumping uglies with one another," and Frank ended with a shrug. She might have gotten a little more philosophical about the whole thing but, well, there were pancakes, and let's face it, Frank didn't have the best of attention spans at the best of times, let alone when she was completely sleep deprived and craving the awesome goodness which was the made from scratch pancake.

Or in this case, likely several pancakes, what with the discovery of the totally awesome industrial mixer. Saner heads would've suggested they find another mixer, or possibly said that the whole thing was just straight up done with. Not Felix, and definitely not Frank. No, they thought it a challenge. "Pancakes!" she squealed, throwing her hands into the air and waving them around like she just don't care. "All the pancakes! I can totally eat a mountain of them. I will eat so many pancakes! Pancaaaaaaaaaaaaakes!"

And it's safe to assume that she just held the "A" all the way to the flour, even when she picked it up and leaned back, and then sort of ran/hobbled her way back to the mixer. She did slow down a bit as she drew closer, even deepening it a little as she went for added affect. 'cuz that's how Frank Cox rolls, yo.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix selected to ignore the bright colour donning female's second set of comments regarding him and Erika's lack of sexual relationship, choosing instead ot pretend he was too focused on fiddling with the large mixer. He did understand Frank's point, by all accounts the obvious closeness him and Erika had shared certainly implied that perhaps they'd done more then just be friends, and he suspected that rumour had circled the Academy once or twice... But he'd never considered the idea, and certainly wouldn't let his thoughts drift now. Erika meant more to the radio host then to just have sex for the sake of pleasure and nothing more.
How he hoped the flush of heat to his cheeks was hopefully hidden by the dull lighting.

"That's one mountain of make from scratch pancakes featuring various toppings coming right up!" He grinned, trailing the industrial electrical power cord to it's source and switching it on, the dull hum now emitting from the machine informing the boy that that mechanical monstrosity had now roared into life. An almost child like delight eclipsed Felix at this point as he fully realised what they were about to do, rubbing his hands together as he cast the mixer an almost evil genius style smirk. "Right, my lab assistant, let's do this." He took hold of the top of the mixer, heaving it upwards to allow better access to the colossal steel bowl beneath. He quickly ripped open the top of the bag once Frank had retrieved the ingredient, before heaving it out of her arms, pouring the bag into the bowl. "Now, get me about three of the smaller boxes of eggs!" He declared, scrunching up the remains of the bag in a flurry of remaining flour before tossing it into the nearby bin. He put his hands on hi hips, grinning over at his companion. "Just call me Dr.Felixstein! We shall create the world's largest, most creative pile of pancakes!" High hopes perhaps, but he had to admit this was more fun then fixing a broken speaker.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Wheee!" cried Frank, throwing her hands up in the air and smiling with yet more manic glee. She was already picturing herself eating her way through a stack of pancakes with a vigor generally left to cartoon characters. This vision only became further solidified as Felix moved to set up the giant mixer. Frank, proving herself incapable of being still, buzzed about him, darting here and there, offering to help where she could and eager to start poking and prodding to see what results she could achieve.

She'd barely started when Felix addressed her as a lab assistant. Naturally Frank giggled at this, before hunching over, lolling a tongue out, "yesh maasssster," she groaned in a fairly decent Igor impersonation that was only slightly dulled by the giggles that kept leaking out of Frank, as if she were some kind of deflating balloon. She lurched forward, watching as Felix got to work at the bag and started pouring. The next command came and Frank nodded, letting out another groan. Frank proved devoted to the act too: she dragged/limped her way across the room. True, she probably moved quicker than most Igors would, but there was a decided lack of Frank's usual bounce and dash.

Soon enough she had three sets of eggs, one balanced on her head, and one in each hand. She only lurched for a step or two before realizing that wouldn't work. Still giggling, Frank adjusted, walking straighter, and proving to have a knack for keeping packages of eggs atop her slightly wiggling head. She presented all three to Felix. "For you, my masster," she lisped, swallowing yet more giggles, "for your creation..."