YOU LOSE

" Then why are you here? "

#twoclaw

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” No. I do not even know who you are. “

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" See, now I know you're lying. Everyone knows who I am, especially Wolverine's genetic material. "

#twoclaw

twoclaw started following you

" Hey there, Snikt Jr. Come to pay your good pal Quentin a visit? "

“Yes. Yes it is.”

[ Groan. ]

ladyhxwkman started following you

"Who invited Hawkeye Junior?"

#ladyhxwkman

#[ inspire anarchy. ]

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Youth In Revolt - Royals (Lorde cover)

#[ fuck the radio. ]

"Is it wrong to lobotomize someone for being a dick?"

#fangedfirecracker

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You’re that kid James always talks about!

Come again?

#magnetoofsquirrels

"That— this! This thing you’re doing."

She rubs at her temple, trying not to blush. Why was he doing this to her? So embarrassing.

"It's not completely awful. Admit it."

Though he did slowly retreat from her mind, all the while fixing a rather cheeky look on her.

She stares at him, mouth going slack. Did he seriously just— throwing her hands up, she huffs angrily.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

By now he was building a construct.

"No. No one can or could. I don’t make it obvious."

Her nose scrunches, arms crossing again. She rolls her eyes, but she can’t help the way her lips curl at the side.

"I know I do."

"You don't have to."

He smirks right back giving her a once over before he pushes back into her head, planting more images of himself in her mind.

"It’s supposed to be one! My identity isn’t public!"

She bats at his finger, practically pouting at this point. Damn him and his super powers! If she had them it’d be used to give him hell as well.

"Anyone with half a brain could figure out your identity."

He purses his lips before running his tongue over them. Sighing through his nose, he pushes his glasses a little higher up his nose. "Though you do rock that costume."

She crosses her arms after that, trying to keep herself from doing it again. First he’d gone into her head without permission and now this? It wasn’t cool. It wasn’t right. Her lips draw into a thin line.

"Keep talking, Quire. You might get another punch."

"Oh, don't act like I discovered some huge secret. That was child's play."

He shrugged, pulling his cardigan tighter around his skinny frame. Leaning forward, he reached out and tapped her nose with his index finger.

"I can do a lot more."

There is an irritated huff - especially at that images. Rubbing at her face, she looks up to the sky. After a moment she suddenly shifts, fist coming back and clocking Quentin in the chin.

"You jerk! You have chicken legs! Like hell I want to see that!"

The punch was expected, but he still staggered back a bit. Snickering at her reaction, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he fixed his pink undercut.

"Excuse you. I happen to think that we both have very attractive legs."

"Go back inside of my head and see what happens."

"Hmph."

It didn't take much effort. In seconds he was in her head, projecting himself into her mind. However, this time he planted an image of himself dressed like a familiar bird themed sidekick in her mind.

"I am going to kick your sorry ass, Quire."

"Doubt it. Even if you did, I could always dive back in. Telepath and all."