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━ PASCAL emile lebeau ━ half of something bigger than myself

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gclileo‌.

Whenever Winter came, Galileo found themself extremely bored. There was nothing to do, the cold seemed to bite into skin leaving rosy cheeks and running noses on each person they passed. Not to mention, Galileo felt that wearing their suit seemed impractical. Sure, they went almost everywhere with their blasters and constantly wore their jet boots, something that Galileo could never part with. The boredom was tearing into them, until Galileo noticed another, slightly younger than them. Not to mention, interactions sometimes brought entertainment depending on the crowd. “I haven’t see you around this area before,” Galileo spoke, which was a truth. Mostly because Galileo doesn’t care about scouting out other. “Name’s Astrid.” A lie that the other didn’t need to know. Step one of looking for entertainment, never give a name that belongs to you. It makes a trail, if there is one, much easier to follow. “You got a name?” ( @energiies )

it’s always been true of pascal that they stand out in the crowd. someone as tall as they are looking around wondrously at details no one notices --- a crack on the sidewalk sprouting flowers, a bird walking by across the street, a plane somewhere above them --- has always drawn weird looks. pascal’s been fine with it all of their life, content to wander life like this. yet, as distracted as they are, they find themself blinking at someone directing words towards him. “oh!” he blinks, smiling small at making a new friend. “hiya! name’s pascal. ‘s nice t’ meetcha!” they hold out a hand to shake hello. “i don’t come ‘round here much,” they admit a bit sheepishly. “was jus’ wanderin’ ‘round, seein’ the decorations. i love me the holidays!” man, pascal loves new friends. “ what brings you ‘round here, if’n you don’t mind me askin’?”

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rogveisms‌.

rogue had spent a lifetime compiling a list of all the things she thought she’d never be able to do with her powers. all the little things her powers deprived her of. having children was one of them, of course. there were far too many things they would miss out on, like having a mom who could kiss them goodnight. she didn’t know what she had done to deserve such wonderful little angels. ❝ they’re lovely, sunshine, ❞ she replies, closing the folders on her desk, as they were nowhere near as important as pascal’s flowers. ❝ we have t’find a spot for ‘em now. ❞

the way his mom responds, so receptive to his simple gift, makes pascal’s smile widen. he was truly so lucky to have amazing parents and a family so big he’s bursting with love for it. “they weren’t in the sun or nothin’ so i reckon they can stand a bit o’ shade. where d’you have space for ‘em? i can bring ya more if you’d like! find ya other colors, make it an adventure!”

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synergiies‌.

jules grins proudly as her twin laughs. she was tired, but it was that good tired where your muscles are tired from hard work. “of course ah’ am,” she shrugs. “things are good right now,” everyone home safe no chaotic problems to deal with. jules could think of a lot worse. “sure, if y’know your up for it,”

he nods, smile widening at her words. “things are perfect, j. mornin’s are great ‘n’ this?” pascal gestures to their surroundings in the danger room. “perfect. ah love drills. we can go all day if y’want! i ain’t got nowhere else to be.”

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isleyquinzcl‌.

it’s good to see he’s not the only one who seems at loss about that side of youth culture. “maybe alexa was just a really big bieber fan?” he suggests the first thing that comes to mind. “i can never understand how memes become memes anyway. or how fast things go viral.” 

“hm!” pascal ponders on the new hypothesis given. “yeah! maybe she was. i wonder who she is. oughta be someone famous.” after a second of thinking, pascal whips out their phone. “we can always search fer it. there’s a handy-dandy website called know your meme, i think? real useful fer things like this.” a laugh bubbles up in their throat as they unlock it. “sometimes i feel like a downright awful youngster. too many memes ‘round the internet --- i can barely keep track!”

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allerdycedrake‌.

Wolfgang had never been a social person, purposefully going out of his way to avoid forming any sort of relationship. And yet, all of that had changed when he met Pascal LeBeau. For once in his life he found himself enjoying someone’s company, and it terrified him, yet as much as he wanted to- he couldn’t bring himself to force the other out. So he settled for just accepting it, offering the occasional nod as he half listened to Pascal’s rambling while he scrambled to gather all of his belongings. “How many cats are there?” he asked,  as he pulled his bag over his shoulder, turning to look at the other male. “And you don’t have to worry about me telling any of them- animals don’t really like me.”

though his eyes are trained on wolf’s movements, his gaze is soft, as if he could go daydreaming at any second. but pascal’s mind stays put, a crease forming in his brow at wolf’s dismissal of his animal affinity. “that’s---y’sure? maybe yer lookin’ at the wrong animals. do you like them? that’s all there is to it.” pascal’s mind starts computing what he’d need to do to get animals to like wolf while he he shrugs at the question. “i’unno how many. tried countin’ ‘em once ‘n’ lost count pretty much immediately. there’s a whole lotta cats ‘round here, you wouldn’t believe. y’wanna see ‘em someday? i can take ya.” 

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@energiies // it was a normal sight  to see the two of them to getting lunch together after practice, making the most of the chance they had to spend some time together. it was of times jake really worked up an appetite and pascal, well they could just eat all the time. it’s no surprise therefore that once pascal had finished his own plate jake saw the other reaching for one of his fries. tapping his hand away jake did his best to look serious (though he was well aware of the fact he was really failing completely) “hey you’ve got your own damn food,” he laughed not really minding all that much.

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he can’t really help the giggle that escapes him at being caught --- it’s a childish sort of noise, something sweet in its innocence. “i’m jus’ helpin’ ya out! saw ya strugglin’ along. ya can’t blame me fer it!” despite the innocence in his laugh, pascal still ignores the warding tap from jake, snatching a fry for the boy’s plate and popping it into his mouth. it’s true that pascal has already finished two plates of food, but he can’t help himself from ‘helping’ jake along. “y’want i should get us ‘nother plate of fries? i feel like that’d be pushin’ it, even fer us!”

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@chaxticgood sent: ‘ someone waiting to do something because they want to experience it with you is a glowing kind of love. ’ 

a soft smile blooms on pascal’s face, growing into something bright, almost magical. “mir... tha’s jus’ about th’ prettiest words i’ve ever heard anyone say out loud.” then, a gentle hand laid on hers. “yer a poet,” genuine words accompanied by a bubbling laugh, “y’ever written anythin’ down?”

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cfakihiros‌.

There’s such a stark difference between Aki and the LeBeau twins, and at first it had been a little jarring. He didn’t really know how to handle it or whether they were even going to stick around, but they’ve proven more than enough times that they’re here to stay, so Aki’s gotten used to it. Which is why he’s not all that surprised when Pascal seeks him out. Not surprised, but definitely pleased. [ @energiies ]

“You don’t have to keep asking me if you can hug me, you know.” Aki tells him, though he does appreciate the consideration. The truth is he doesn’t mind hugs from the twins - something Jules takes full advantage of - but it’s.. nice, when Pascal asks. That he cares enough to make sure he’s not going too far. “The answer’s yes, by the way.”

finding aki had been like a trivia game, like playing if i were aki, where would i go when i’m upset? pascal had been successful, sure, but no less nervous about if aki had even wanted to be found. a few rambling words turned an offer to hug, pascal was now in familiar territory. there’s little hesitance in him as he approaches aki with his arms open wide.

“‘s jus’ i like askin’, y’know? makin’ sure yer comfortable with it.” arms wrap tightly around their friend, their family, and it makes pascal feel grounded---even though he’s not the one who needs the grounding. “y’alright, aki? i know y’haven’t been bu’ i jus’ wanna make sure if i can help with.... anythin’. y’got a place t’ stay?”

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@allerdycedrake

another successful practice done and pascal finds himself hanging around the locker room waiting for wolf again. their friendship was, admittedly to pascal, a little odd! honestly, pascal was just happy to hang around the boy, be his company---even though wolf has never acknowledged that he’d like it, but, in pascal’s mind, who would ever wanna be lonely? it’s how he finds himself sitting around, blabbering about the cats he feeds around paragon’s grounds. while wolf gathers his things. “... and there’s one i call jellybean. she’s a real peach---but not actually peach, tha’s a whole ‘nother cat called peach. don’t tell peach ‘bout jellybean, though, i reckon she might get jealous.”

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me seeing purple flowers on a lawn: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen

me seeing sunlight hit the waves of the sea: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen

me seeing raindrops sparkle colorfully on a bus stop bench at night: that’s the

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ofstcrk‌.

“thanks, man.” at least there hadn’t been any explosions, which was usually a sign that exhaustion hadn’t pushed him toward error. “i won’t be able to sleep until i finish this, though.” he knew himself too well, the way his brain worked and the anxiety that would come knowing that the device still sat there unfinished and all the things he needed to get done. “i think another forty minutes and redbull and i’ll be good. you sticking around for longer?”

there’s another understanding nod from pascal at leo’s words, smile coming to his face at the question. “sure ‘nough. i’ll stay. ain’t got nowhere else t’ be.” in truth, he was just happy to be included, and part of him was also making sure leo got to bed at the end of the night. “y’want me to go getcha the red bull? it ain’t a problem.”

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@flylikefalcon sent: ‘ tested positive for overthinking. ’

pascal’s eyebrows furrow at the words, knitting up in worry. “that doesn’t sound like much fun! y’alright there stevie?” the look of concern from pascal is genuine, and a moves to touch their hand, squeeze it gently. “is there anythin’ i can do fer ya?”

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@shiftingmystique sent: ‘ gay culture is being just a little bit in love with all your friends ’

he’s nodding before she even finishes her sentence, wondrous eyes taking in her words as if she’s a prophet. “yer sure about this, grandma?” wide eyes look down then back up. “sometimes... m’ feelin’s feel too big, y’know? i’unno. i don’t think i know love but... it feels it.”

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@gmbit​ sent: ‘ i don’t even keep up with the memes anymore, i just accept them. when we’re sad we play despacito? okie dokie. ’ 

a melodic little laugh leave’s pascal’s lips, looking at their father with amusement. “pa’! yer being silly again,” they shake their head, smile firmly in place, as if dismissing the silliness. “i swear, this reminds o’ the time y’asked me what a vine was.”

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@ofstcrk sent: ‘ i’m not trying my hardest but i’m very tired which i think should be taken into consideration ’ 

the comment earns leo a sympathetic nod and smile from the mutant, hand coming to pat the younger boy’s back.  “i reckon it’s time fer ya to get into bed, there. bu’ yer doin’ fine work!”  in truth, pascal has no idea what leo is working on---some tech thing?  the premise of which escaped him, but still, leo seems to be doing great.  “ya don’t have too much more t’do, do ya? jus’,”  pascal gestures vaguely to the thing, at a loss.  “a little more, huh?”

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@synergiies​ sent: ‘  destroy the idea that i can be stopped. that i can be defeated by mortal hands.  ’ 

the laugh that leaves him is slightly winded, wiping the sweat off his brow as they look to their sister. “yer in good spirits today,” they look back the uncloaked danger room they’ve just finished a simulation run in. “does tha’ mean y’wanna go again? ‘m up fer it if you are.” 

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@isleyquinzcl​ sent: ‘ i don’t even keep up with the memes anymore, i just accept them. when we’re sad we play despacito? okie dokie. ’ 

“i like that song! real catchy, that one.” pascal finds himself humming a few bars before shrugging, “i’unno either, to be fair. i jus’ know it’s somethin’ to do with a lady called alexa.”