(Tell that to others, especially FxF players, please. :) )<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel just looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "That you'll have to find out on your own." She answered with an air of mystery. "So..." She moved in closer and closer for a kiss, eyes fluttering almost shut. "Find. Out." And lips met, just as...<br/><br/>"Ugh, what is that? Kamala needs to throw those things a-<i>WAY</i>!" came a pitch similar in octave to hers, but more... Refined.<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel wanted to ignore that... It wasn't for the superhero her. It was for Kamala. She pushed harder for the kiss to go farther... Like Joseph finding those ticklish spots.<br/><br/>"Zoë... You promised... Oh.. Don't..."<br/><br/>Ms. Marvel's door was pounded on so hard it popped open. The blonde with rainbow highlights on the ends just looked at it surprised. "Uh. Ms. Marvel? Mr. Kahn said you're grounded, but you have company... A fellow fan? I could use some advice. Kamala's not talking to me right now, so I'm not bothering with her."<br/><br/>Zoë's girlfriend, and Kamala's best friend, facepalmed. "Sorry. We're still working on her manners... Probably WHY Kamala is sore with her." She said apologetically, keeping hands over face in utter embarrassment.<br/><br/>Neither had bothered actually looking inside the room, and Zoë still was staring at the door itself in disbelief of her own very human strength. Nothing inside had grabbed their attention... Yet.<br/><br/>(Try having him ignore everything around them but Ms. Marvel)