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Oh, my apologies. [because emma really doesn't cuss much.
Flash blushed and reached for something to cover himself with. He was beyond flustered and his cheeks glowed a bright red. "I uh...probably should have locked that."
Emma don't be jelly.
danewhitman said:
OOC: Picturing Bullseye in a bubble bath screaming about books. Good.
i am bullseye. i forgot to mention that i am actually the dark avenger bullseye. hello nice to meet u i will kill u once i get outta the bath.
diamondskinned said:
SCREAM BB
I AM I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT TRUE CRIME BOOKS IDK WHAT TO DO
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[X] "Something I can do for you, Emma?" Scott didn't bother to look her way. He'd been buried in the best ways to apply his students powers for at least two hours by now, attempting to draw up new strategies formed around their abilities.
diamondskinned replied to your post:[ooc] And then I realized I had to recollect all...
welcome back.
[ooc] Thank you! Glad to be back!
diamondskinned replied to your post:Why not? She won't find out. Just one thing, and we'll stop bugging you.
"That sounds awfully.. hot."
"More or less."
Nothing like the slap of a door cracking hard on the side of his head to make him reassess his priorities. Mac, the slimy bastard, had already crept off using his tar-black webbings as a way of transportation, intent on disappearing. In their scramble to get out of the way, Mac had let the symbiote slide out and thin over his skin, membrane shaping a cloth-like almost-slickness. Clawed palms pushed Lester towards the door they had been leaning against, ear-to-one-way-glass like a couple of teenagers when he heard a very familiar click of ice-pick heels on the ground.
It was just a little bout of eavesdropping. He didn't need a concussion.
Who could really resist the most powerful, controversial creatures on this earth gathered less than fifty feet from their rooms, anyway? Mac and him had been stealthy in their feat, and planned on leaving the same.
But no, panic settled in when Emma Frost (Emma fucking Frost was fifteen feet away from him. One time she touched his neck. Albeit painfully, but that was another story for another time.) had made an early leave, scooting back with that screech of wheels of a comfortable desk chair giving Mac and Lester all the warning they needed.
But no. Spider-Man had to take his time throwing Lester under the bus to get his ass ahead.
So with a throbbing forehead, the shove and the the slam of the door opening on Lester, the Hawkeye fell to his ass. His tailbone ached and he watched through slightly-wrecked gaze, the swing door shut behind her, his view settled from between her thin ankles.
Settling back on his palms, Lester's vision climbed higher, he blinked up at one of the most powerful mutants he'd come to be know of and put on his most endearing smile. Who didn't like an asshole in a purple mask with a nice smile?
"I'll be honest, I was very much eavesdropping. But I wasn't gonna do anything bad."
//Everyone needs pantsless Emma lbr.
