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((okay but who wants to help me give Will Graham a nice day))
((Something I just realized: Erik is completely not shocked at Charles being able to walk again.
Thereās notĀ āwhat the hell how are you standingā itās justĀ āoh hey cool youāre out of the wheelchairā and I honestly cannot tell if thatās because Erikās had such a crazy day that heās sort of rolling with whatever happens orĀ thereās so much weird shit in his life that Charles miraculously being able to walk again is just Tuesday for him.))
askthetravelingtwins replied to your post: ((Letās all place bets on what kind of...
Iād say a pheromone-releasing one, since he was very charismatic and made people want to follow him. Maybe a slight bit of hypnosis in there as well.
((Well thatās a slightly terrifying thought))
Kate was perhaps far too used to pretending that a conversation at an event like this was anything more than excruciatingly awkward. So it wasnāt terribly difficult for her to keep the appearance of a pleasant conversation, despite the fact that they were in a slightly difficult situation.Ā
āOh, no you were fine. You were a little grouchy right after you fell down, but otherwise you were a gentleman⦠you know, a really drunk dirty wet drunk asshole gentleman.ā She shrugged, before shooting him an understanding smile.Ā āDonāt worry about it, seriously. Everyone has off days.āĀ
Iāve Ā been having an off decade, love.
āIām glad I wasnāt terribly difficult.ā He really was. He felt bad enough about putting Hank through his shenanigans. Speaking of...Hank, right, he was trying to find Hank. Charles looked around the room.Ā āDo you know if thereās anywhere else people might go...?ā
+ bloodyhardtoturnback
Did it hurt?
ā¦sorry, that was probably personalā¦
Not personal in the slightest. One part of the process made me sick already, and then the next part felt like Iād gone and set myself on fire. And speakinā as someone whoās beenĀ on fire, thatās still tellinā the truth.
Did you know it was going to hurt?!
Exactly. Iām not really supposed to be where itās not winter.
[He talks around a mouthful of sandwich.] You make it sound like a rule.
It kinda is? Just not official. The rest ofā¦the way the weather works, I mean. Thereās no rules or anything, but you kinda get the hang of how itās supposed to go.Ā
Hmm. [He swallows.] Been to Antarctica much?
Random Edits - James McAvoy for Esquire - July 2015
((*reads about the Ultimates universe* whAT))
((*reads the plot line for house of m* what the frick))
next read A v X
actually donāt, I donāt want to subject you to that
((I didnāt even read the comic itself and Iām confused what is this))
((*reads the plot line for house of m* what the frick))
((Letās all place bets on what kind of mutant JFK was.))
Charles & Erik + friendship.
asthesego-theycomeback replied to your post:The healing factor is probably why you donāt haveā¦
((Iām laughing because I sent this even though a big chunk of my muses are smokers they all need to stop))
iām picturing you sitting them all down and likeĀ āso hereās where you all fucked upā
((I mean at least Crowley and Aziraphale are, yāknow, immortal and canāt get cancer.
Erik, Charles, and Klaus all really need to stop.))
Kate raised an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder, peering around the room for the man he might be describing.Ā āUm, no⦠no I donāt think so.ā She turned back to the uneasy looking man.Ā
She knew that she knew him- and she was fairly certain she knew him from a day that he might have been too plastered to remember (or want to remember, for that matter), but holding her tongue was never something Kate was particularly good at.
āWe met,ā she blurted out before he had the chance to say anything more.Ā āLike three months ago? You got drunk and fell in the mud andā¦ā She trailed off, realizing this train of thought was perhaps a mistake to speak out loud. But there was no going back now.Ā āā¦Yeah. That was you, right?āĀ
ā...oh, god, youāre Kate.ā
Kate Bishop. The mystery girl whoād found him drunk in the park and offered him a ride. He still had her number wedged under a lamp on his desk. He didnāt know whyĀ heād kept it, except perhaps as a reminder that kind people still existed.Ā āI remember...ā And he remembered enough to feel embarrassed. He had the decency to look sheepish about it. āSorry about all of that. I wasnāt exactly on form when we met.ā
And he was even less on form now, if that was at all possible. He couldnāt stop fidgeting.Ā āI didnāt say anything untoward, did I? I donāt remember a lot of what happened...I mean, you I remember, but half of what I said, uhm...ā People were giving him odd looks. He realized how that much have sounded.Ā āWell. This is quite the happenstance.ā
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[He nods. From the look on his face, heās trying to figure out something that could cause that.]
A process like that canāt be easy.
Oh, it aināt. Every stepās a right pain in the arse, both for figurinā it and for experiencinā it.
Did it hurt?
...sorry, that was probably personal...
*shrugs* A little. A lot of heatās bad, but a littleās alright. Mostly itās just a problem ifĀ IĀ make it too cold and change the weather.
Ah. Moving to blend in. Makes sense.
Exactly. Iām not really supposed to be where itās not winter.
[He talks around a mouthful of sandwich.] You make it sound like a rule.
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