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franklin-lebeau:

“Home for Christmas?” He repeated. It seemed like Franklin, in his flustered state, was reduced to merely restating everything Hunter said, in the form of a question. It wasn’t necessarily because he was confused by the concept, but more because he needed time to think, because every statement was coming as a surprise to him. “Attends-” he slipped into french for a moment, a switch that was flipped on in his head anytime he saw his brother or father. “Are you going home for Christmas?” he asked. “I- I mean, I wasn’t really planning on going home. But if she wants me there, I shouldn’t really refuse. Right? I mean, that would be rude. Plus, Christmas usually means free Christmas dinner…Doesn’t it? And presents. But, then I would have to get presents too. And a new phone,” he groaned. At this point, he was just rambling, and his questions weren’t actually directed at Hunter. “Yeah- actually- can I use it?”

“Do you need me to write it down so that you’ll understand better?” He asked, his tone laced with sarcasm as he had gotten tired of having everything he said parroted back at him by Franklin. The concept didn’t seem like it came straight out of left field, it was the holiday season, after all. A good a time as any to be with family even if they were dysfunctional and it seemed like none of them could get along. He was at least willing to pretend, if only for a brief glimpse of what it used to be like when they were kids. “It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do, might as well enjoy a homecooked meal. Anything would be better than the garbage I would probably be eating, otherwise.” That alone was reason enough for him. Quick and simple, unlike all the pointless thinking that his brother seemed to be doing. Rather than entertain any of his many questions, Hunter handed him his phone and took the opportunity to look at their surrounding giving Franklin a semblance of privacy so he could make his phone call.

papasummers:

Gabriel often got out of town, because the school was still too damn much for him sometimes. And too keep him from reverting back to ‘Vulcan’ he often went out for a drink by himself. Gabriel was familiar with the bartender and didn’t even have to ask the other to keep his drinks coming - whenever he felt too drunk he’d flare his energy up and heat out the intoxication. Gabriel had much trouble with teaching children - when he wanted to smack the shit out of all of them, reconnecting to his brothers after trying to kill them after all of those years. And the fact that his daughter had a cursed and weak power that made him cringe. He wanted to scream, but he just drunk his sorrows and slept good to get over things. But when he saw the hot boy approach him… he had found him a new target to help him clear his mind with things. But then he realized who exactly that it was. “Kid… does your dad know you are out here?” He asked the other softly. “I am Professor Summers the Third.”

As Hunter had made his way over to the older man, he had already envisioned how he would have liked for his night to go. That vision was completely turned upside down and left him disoriented with how quickly things had flipped on him. What he had recognized as a familiar face, had turned out to be one of the Summers brothers instead of some random passerby who’s face he had miraculously remembered because he’d probably thought that they had been attractive. The back of his tongue tasted of disappointment, which didn’t sit there for long as he recovered and in true Hunter, fashion was ready to bite back. “What I do is none of my father’s business, if anything he would be envious of all the action I’m getting.” He was clearly affronted about the fact that he’d been called kid when usually it was him the one calling them kid. It was something he’d gotten used to being one of the oldest mutant kids.

franklin-lebeau:

Franklin wasn’t going to confess that he dropped his phone in the toilet. Not only that, but when he finally managed to salvage it, he tried to dry it out and turn it on, only to see that it said low battery. So, he plugged it in to charge, and next thing he knew there was a need to put out flames. Recalling the fiasco, the boy’s face visibly spaced out for a second, but soon snapped back to reality. “Mom? Trying to call me?” He lifted an eyebrow, finding the scenario unlikely, and even more unlikely that Hunter agreed to check up on him. “I’ll call her back I guess.”

Hunter couldn’t physically hold back the sigh as he visibly saw the way his brother spaced out on him probably recounting the incident in his head so that he wouldn’t say it out loud. Not that he cared enough to actually know what had happened to his phone. He was only there to relay a message. “I don’t know, maybe she just wanted to make sure you were planning on going home for Christmas. Or her motherly senses were tingling and she knew to check up on you.” Hunter shrugged it was the same thing to him either way, he’d been burdened with making the trip. “You need to use my phone?”

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franklin-lebeau:

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“I’m not ignoring you, specifically, if that’s what you came to chew me out about. I just haven’t been able to answer any calls because I dr- I mean something happened to my phone, so I have to get a new one.” Franklin had cringed when he saw his brother round the corner. There were very few reasons these days that Hunter would even have Franklin on his mind, so the younger boy figured immediately that something was upsetting him. After all, it seemed to Franklin that Hunter’s mood only strayed from its default– annoyed– on rare occasion.

Hunter didn’t need Franklin to finish his thought for him to know what had happened. He knew well enough how clumsy his brother could be, not for the first time he wondered how they were even related. “What was it this time? Slipped on some ice and landed on your ass leaving your phone bent?” He hazarded a guess knowing perfectly well that there was too many possibilities to actually get it right. “Anyway, when you get a chance call and let mom know you’re not dead in some ditch. She didn’t appreciate me telling her that you were old enough to take care of yourself.”

reeserogers:

“It’s like the middle of the afternoon, yeah I do mind because it’s not even loud” she replied with a lot of sass and an eye roll, while she put her hair back on the nightstand, but carried on with the singing ignoring he was there still. “You can go now,” she said before she continued to sing along to the track that was playing in the background.

If there was one thing that Hunter couldn’t stand it was a snotnose kid so rather than stand there and argue about it all day he placed his hand just under the light switch and made the power lines shortcircuit leaving the room without any power. “Have fun living in the middle ages kid.” With the horrendous noise now off he would be able to go back to sleep.

delaneyxl:

“Yeah well someone has to be the one to complain, it’s kinda how these things work,” Delaney shrugged doing her best to ignore the desire to leave the other’s proximity. “That doesn’t mean that you have to be the one to add to my work load though,”

“Anyone ever tell you that complaining is counterproductive?” Mostly he’s assuming it’s something that Charles would have said at one point or another. “Last I checked I wasn’t a teacher if anything I’m being a distraction. You’re so tightly wound you probably need it anyway.”

delaneyxl:

“Do you actually think before you speak?” Delaney snapped crossing her arms about her chest as she spoke. “I just want to know whether this is a special occasion or whether I’ve just been cursed somehow,” The young mutant didn’t care for the answer, frankly she just wanted to be left alone.

“If you weren’t such a pissbaby then I wouldn’t find joy in bugging the shit out of you.” Hunter countered as he relaxed into his chair and slung his arm around the seat next to him making it obvious that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

reeserogers:

“Tell me you believe in love, It’s not an illusion” Resse sang into the made shift mic which was her hairbrush, as she stood in the mirror dancing along to the beat of the music. Not noticing the presence at their door she carried on as if she was in her own little world.

“No offense, but you mind turning that shit music down? Some of us are trying to sleep.” Sure it was the middle of the day, but Hunter had been up late following a lead and he’d only gotten to bed after the sun had already been high in the sky.

asgardianisms:

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“it’s NOT mine.” too many long moments had passed, and kaz had grown well and truly tired of the watching pair of eyes that she could feel to her side. her words were nothing but a dark mutter, coupled with the sudden, rough yank of her sleeves over bloodied knuckles and a blatant ignoring of the small smear of the same across one cheek, the one that just happened to be facing them. fired up brown eyes fixed on the floor, teeth tearing into her bottom lip, she paused, considered, and then added, finally, “not all of it, anyway.”

Hunter shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the girl with a smirk on his lips. He had no idea what had happened, but it seemed like whoever had crossed her had ended up in pretty bad shape. “Didn’t say anything, did I?” Devilish eyes finally looked away and looked to their immediate surroundings as if the other person was suddenly going to reappear right before them so that he could access who had come out on top. “I’m sure whoever was on the receiving end of those deserved it,” he said motioning towards her bloodied knuckles.

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FAHIMA: is a severed head a delightful christmas present?

FAHIMA: asking 4 a friend

Hunter: probably not

Hunter: unless you know the person is into that sort of thing

Following in his father’s footsteps had been easy, fighting had come as second nature to him and the bo staff felt at home in his hands. He’d just gotten back into town after being away pursuing some asshole who had tried to run off without paying a debt owed to him. Luckily the man hadn’t made it further than Jersey, but he’d been evasive enough that he’d spent a good two weeks away. Hunter collapsed onto his bar stool, elbows resting on the counter as he motioned for the bartender in hopes of catching his attention. Upon receiving a nod from the man he took the opportunity to survey his surroundings and devilish eyes landed on what seemed like a familiar face. He couldn’t place him, but he was curious enough that he threw back one of his shots and grabbed the other and made his way to the other side of the bar. “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked body angled towards the older man.

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