#telekuntic

[pinkpooled]

@telekuntic: this mirror is gaslighting me.

“ hm ? ” you pause your ministrations — drawing a cute heart on your big toenail with the hot pink nail art bottle emma had in her top drawer (she’s used to this. it’s fine.) — to look up. pink hair flows around you as you tilt your head, brows furrowing for just a moment at the image in the mirror.

“ it looks like a fun house mirror. ” it’s beautiful, of course, because it’s emma, but it’s clear it’s warping. a little huff of a laugh, “ what happened ? isn’t like, everything you own supposed to be perfect ? ”

[pinkpooled]

@telekuntic: you have a lot of weird knowledge.

“ well — ” do you think she knows ? she probably knows.

being around jean unsettles you, majorly; it’s similar to the way you feel about good ol’ chuckie. she can peer inside your head, peel back the layers and layers of fake garbo you’ve decided constitutes your “mutant backstory”, finger quotes finger quotes, is. you swallow thick and shrug, hands clasped behind your back, and do a little bounce on the balls of your feet.

“ i’ve been told i’m very smart. i won my third grade spelling bee, even. ” untrue, you lost. you were largely unremarkable because you never lived up to your potential. also you forgot to capitalize ‘Thanksgiving’.