“Go the Hell to Sleep” - keytoourevolution, closed
//continued from X with keytoourevolution. Past interactions discussed in advance.
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They knew one another in the ‘students who weren’t in the same class’ sense. Hank had been one of the first, back when the school’s sign was shiny and new. 'Woolf’ had come along later, graduating into ‘normal’ life and learning to be ‘Tess’ again while the older mutant remained behind to help continue the Professor’s work. She came back from time to time, resentful that she hadn’t been asked to stay. Still, she had friends among the staff, and if she and Hank weren’t friends, they’d had their share of polite conversations over the years.
“Smartass,” the tall woman drawled without any real malice, regarding him over the rim of her coffee mug. Damn if someone here didn’t brew an incredible pot of the stuff in the morning. “This a case of ‘can’t sleep’, ‘won’t sleep’, or ‘haven’t had the chance’?”