For jerusalem_s.

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It's a Saturday morning and being a teenage boy, Pyro's doing what comes naturally to his kind -- that is to say, being studious and walking about the second floor of the school, backpack on shoulder and what looks like a sheaf of schematics in hand. He seems to be slightly confused as to where he's going, though -- and in fact walks past a certain door before stopping, turning, and heading back to his destination, which happens to be exactly one floor up from the Journalism classroom.

"So," Pyro says aloud, and knocks on the door before edging to one side just in case. He went to school with Iceman, Gambit, and Boom Boom for years, after all -- and Pyro's always been one to learn fast.

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[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"First on the duty list?" Spider grinned up at Pyro. "Offer the Assistant some breakfast."

He turned and beckoned to Phoebe. "Morning, Assistant. I see you aren't rampaging wildly through the building in the altogether. Can we assume that you're going to survive?"

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"Okay," Pyro said, blinking a little at Phoebe. "You're Halliwell, right?"

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed two more pieces of bacon off his plate along with a slice of toast for himself, and extended the plate minus said food in Phoebe's direction. "Want some?"

[sensethevisions]

"Phoebe," she said with a smile and took the plate of food. Then she looked at Spider.

"I assume that I'm going to survive," she nodded. "Hank, Zero and Jayne kept an eye on me and didn't let me do anything like that. Also, whatever was in the bottle you gave me? I want more of. I was feeling no pain."