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Her knuckles rapped against his door as she finished pushing the back to her earring on. “There’s fashionably late and then there’s just late,” she called through the door to him, moving the other stud dangling precariously from her ear. Dressed, she was simply putting on the finishing touches. At least she would suffer this boring obligation with someone who probably hated them equally.
@quexnside ★ cont
❛ i don’t drink coffee. ❜ really? that’s the reply that comes out of his mouth first? ❛ i…thank you? ❜ he lifts his mug to stop himself from fidgeting. more than he already had been. if only his legs would fidget him out the door. ❛ but why? ❜ he’s pretty sure he’s not one of her favourite students. and she’s not exactly one of those professors that he’s doing extra credit for. is this a trap? it feels kinda like a trap.
There’s only a distinguished mmm in reply. She had figured as much of course. he hardly struck her as a non-fat, soy, no foam cup of joe type of person. “You’re welcome.” She turns to leave it at that but stops. It would be easier to say it’s a dare, to ensure that her reputation that she, in fact, was incapable of showing kindness. She looks at him, a half smile tilting the corner of her mouth up. “Because I could. And despite things, I am capable of doing something nice for someone with no ulterior motive. It just happens to be you to do. Consider it a blessing, not a trap. ”
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She turns , mouth opened just so that words may be spoken ——— yet , her voice comes to a halt . She had never found herself digging into the lives of everyone at campus , Bodrum having accompanied her too many nights to merely sit back & attempt normalcy . A frown adores her lips as she looks towards the woman / her mind is silent , mostly , only a single thought finds her / & that thought is spoken : “ YOU SOUND LIKE A MOTHER & I FIND THAT THOUGHT RATHER DISTURBING . ”
She manages to keep a pleasant expression on her face, despite the agitation and tiredness she feels. The comment is a bitter taste in her mouth. “Oh, hardly the nagging type,” Her motherly in any way is almost boggling. That required something she hadn’t shown in years and a remodel to look up too. “But for better or worse I’m here to make sure you don’t tarnish the house name or get yourself thrown in jail. Perhaps it was misplaced trust you’d behave just a little.”
[ outfit ] [ dare here ]
Standing in line for her coffee, she tried to ignore the stares but my god did they really need to think so loud? With a fake pleasant smile plastered on she made her order and quickly stood back. The tapping of her heel drowned out by the noise. “If you say a word about how I look like a bloody glowstick I will turn your brain to mush.”
Dare: Wear only bright neon clothing for a whole day.
That…isn’t much of a dare, but fine.
[ it’ll be an open starter ]
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fastestboyaround:
He swallows hard, processing, processing again, and then picking apart her words, all at rapid speed, fingers flexing as he tried to work out if she had some ulterior motive for offering to help him. Mutant to mutant. That has tears welling in his eyes that he quickly forces down, blinking away lest she see. “I’d like that. Could we, could we just talk, and maybe sometimes about, stuff but, having someone who just, just understands? Yeah, yeah I, yeah.”
It’s only been recently that he’s gotten back in touch with mutant support groups, with the people he saw as a lifeline before the incident with his school happened. “Can I ask you a question? No bullshit?” Tommy chews his bottom lip briefly, letting his thoughts roll about on his tongue before finally letting one free. “What did you see yourself doing at your age, when you were my age?”
It’s not really what he had in mind but he can’t find the words to ask anything else right now. He jumps from tangent to tangent, occasionally spiralling down one before abandoning ship once more. “What, what are your powers? What can you do?” There’s a hint of doubt in his tone, doubting her, himself, the question, something deeper, but it shows on face, in the way he shakes his foot, with his hands on her desk, clasped together as he strokes his own thumb in a subconscious attempt to comfort himself.
It happens all rather quickly. The internal processing of the words, the deliberation and the neurons firing off every which way. Always so rapid and hurried. Softly her head tilts, watching him until he speaks. With a soft nod she smiled, "Well then, I believe it's settled. We can talk, about whatever you wish once a week? Twice if you feel like you need it?" She's already reaching for her planner chock-full of post its and dates to remember as well as her phone. "Any day in particular?" She doesn't even hesitate to agree to help him, even when she knows it should have. She wasn't that woman any more or so she told herself, but one could change many things about themselves but she could never change this.
"By all means," she says to his question. She can't promise honesty, she can't promise the truth but she promises not to tiptoe around the answers. She's not one to bullshit someone to spare feelings. But she isn't sure she expected that from him. The answer lodges in her throat but she swallows it in a lump. "I...I didn't see myself doing much when I was your age. I was in-line for a fortune, expected to take over a fortune five hundred company without batting an eye...But I suppose teaching at a school. Gifted or not, teaching was where I wanted to be..." She had always had that dream, and Winston try as he might snuff it out form her. "But we so seldomly get exactly the futures and plans we want for ourselves. I had to learn to...adapt my ideal wants with...well the reality of my situation."
She can't help the soft laugh at his next question. Wasn't that the burning question on everyone's mind? Just what exactly was she capable of? She only smiles at him. 'Well you see, I'm a telepath...I'm sure you've encountered a few of us along the way' She speaks into his mind, briefly before closing off those rapid-fire thoughts. "I've never bee very shy about my telepathy, I'm sure you've heard." She relaxed into her chair slightly, "I can do a great many things, I've learned to do many more. Read minds, control them, severe neurological bridges, pull information from out of thin air, so to speak... I speak and understand any language I want. Repress memories, bring them forward, erase them altogether, walk along the astral plane. There's quite a bit that extends beyond that list but even then there's a great thing I can't do yet or maybe won't." Leveling her gaze on up she knows her face is soft. "But I'm far more than my powers...I am my circumstances, my trials, my experiences that have influenced what I do with these gifts...Does that assuage your doubt?”
shove an egg in ypur mouth and crack it
I’d rather not risk Salmonella thanks but no.
Dare: Do something kind for someone who’s terrified of you.
This was completely stupid but a dare was a dare. She set the cup down in front of the boy along with a receipt from the library. Nice. She had to be nice about it. she managed a pleasant smile before clearing her throat. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee so I got you tea…and any library fines you’ve accumulated are gone. Enjoy your spring Semester, Mister Kaplan. Try to remember to have some fun now an again.”
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“Am I hinting at a bit of your own fatal attraction going on here Em?” Illyana had never been the most sound in affairs such as that. “Sometimes you just have to sit and look at gorgeous people on your television screen.” She offered with a shrug of her shoulders. She caught on quick to the statement, but the cut off was strange. “I believe I heard mention of a rendevous in there, darling.”
“I don't know what you’re talking about, darling.” Dismissive until the ever end, Emma didn’t let the girl’s comment bother her too much. “Fair point, but I would take in person over television screen any day.” She reached for her water with a nonchalant shrug only to end up sputtering slightly at the comment. “Are you...trying to imply something?”
a-blonde-with-batons:
Bobbi was just in her room, trying to motivate herself to clean up the piles of clothes strewn around the space, when a knock sounded at her door. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, so she wasn’t sure who it could be. Who just showed up these days instead of texting? She opened it to see Emma on the other side.
“The answer to that question is always yes,” she said with a small laugh. “Just let me grab my jacket,” she said, ducking back inside her room for a second. “What else is going on with you?” she asked casually as she shut and locked the door behind her.
She exhaled a sigh. Thank god. She wasn't sure how she'd do alone with a bottle of wine. At least Bobbi would keep her in check, she hopped. "You could be busy with...things. I'd say someone but I think we all know that's unlikely." She winks to the other woman a teasing smile in place. "Nothing's going on with me?" She can hear how unconvincing that sounded even to her. "It's just...been a rough week and I thought we could chat a little. unwind is all." She stood there, head slightly tilted, "And don't tell me you weren't dying for a study a break."
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She’s pretty sure this is illegal…No, she’s almost certain it’s illegal but there were no stopping things now. A swift flick of her fingers and the top two blouse buttons are open. She watches him walk down the sidewalk. Her gaze is calculating until he draws closer, measuring the event in carefully planned detail. It’s cliche but she doesn’t care. Catching the toe of her shoe on the crack in the pathway, Emma ‘trips’ her way into him. Papers scattering about them in a show. A pale hand clutching onto his arm. “Well, it seems I’ve fallen for you.” She lets out with a slight laugh and wink before straightening herself out to adjust her top, hand still firmly on his arm. “How’s about coffee for saving me from plummeting to my death? I’d love to repay the favor…”
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truth: if you had to lick the toes of someone on campus who would it be?
“I wasn’t aware campus had a foot fetish…But I suppose Felicia. She strikes me as someone who’d go along with the kinky stuff.”
TRUTH: who's the most annoying student?
“Oh, you are devious... I suppose all of them isn’t the answer you want. Mister Kaplan or Miss Bishop, if I must pick.”
I dare you to break up w scott summers and hook up w namor
“To do that I’d have to be dating him...and I'm not really in the mood for sushi. Sorry, darling.”
Truth: Who has the nicest butt?
“Me…or Ilyanna. Why is that even a question?”
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[ txt mgs: Watson, MJ ]: Didnt…partake in the festivities? [ txt mgs: Watson, MJ ]: Alone??
[sms: emma]: I’m clean…if that’s what you’re asking
[sms: emma]: alone. everyone else… left
[ txt mgs: Watson, MJ ]: That was some of my concern. I know...how easy it can be.. [ txt mgs: Watson, MJ ]: I didn’t see you, had I known I would have at least given you some decent conversation.
