#iamnotfuckingasking

[professorshowoff]

HAVE YOU SOME TIME TO TALK ABOUT OUR SAVIOR MAX?

"Hello Max. Been drinking this evening?"

[professorshowoff]

SPIT IT OUT! (iamnotfuckingasking)

Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!

"Can you help me put on my shoes?"

To have to ask for help stings more than it should, and Charles can barely look up at him as he rubs his useless legs absently. God, this was going to take some getting used to, not being able to walk properly anymore.

[scaledmetamorph]

[ Raven would totally be up for that... xD ]

[scaledmetamorph]

"The difference is I don't kill people for my cause. Not intentionally. I don't understand how you can defend yourself from being a cold blooded killer while you're totally able to kill someone without being remorseful." He's calmer now, not even swearing.

"Well, when someone’s threatening to kill your entire species, there’s not much else you can do but attack yourself."

 [ she’s not that mad at him. she’s kinda wants to reason with him. which is scary to her. ]

[scaledmetamorph]

He tensed almost in an instant when he felt a certain pressure against his leg, knowing all too well what kind of pain she could give him with a skilled hit. "Do it. You're just proving my point." He hissed through gritted teeth, his breathing just slightly louder under the apprehension.

[She practically growled when she pulled away, not pulling away entirely before smacking him around the face with hopefully a burn to his cheek. ]  

“God, you are an ass, y’know, right? I fight for my cause, you fight for your cause which is the law in your case. But while you do fight, you don’t have to be such a..a dick!”

[scaledmetamorph]

Do you know how many psychos told me that? Clearly you're not the one who goes to the doors to tell innocent people that their husbands, sons, daughters, wives were killed by men and women who killed for their 'good reasons'. I never tried to stop you, so do handle some fucking words from time to time. It's just that, words. It's my whole fucking principles I fuck over for you all. So don't get all offended on me now //Mystique// because fuck you're not in the position to whine.

[  Mystique’s eyes stayed narrowed at him for several moments before her leg came up and wrapped around his, her knee applying pressure to his bad one. A devious smile curled up on her lips with a hint of the death glare still left in her eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck then her elbow digging into a certain spot on his neck.  ]  

“Well, Max, I don’t think you’re in the position to whine either.”