X-Men + iPhone texts (7/?)

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X-Men + iPhone texts (7/?)
I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul that comes to my school looking for trouble.
Those with the greatest power, protect those without. That’s my message to the world.
But not in a long time, all right?
emlehnsherr
Having finished his final seminar at Oxford, Charles was now seated rather comfortably in the seat of his plane - London to New York. The flight was to be several hours, however, Charles didn’t mind all that much. He’d done the journey so many times now, his initial fear had turned to mere discomfort. However, as he sat ready to enjoy the on-flight entertainment, something caught his eye.
“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re reading Professor Xavier’s thesis. What do you think of it?”
RAVEN.
’ What do I do all day? Why I paint my nails and read US Weekly cover to cover. Didn’t you know? ’
“Raven, you're reading it completely wrong. They’re not implying you’re-- they’re simply saying they’re not sure what you-- do. Which isn’t a bad thing. Privacy is important.”
TELEPATH??
“I have a strange feeling you say that quite a lot. Still, I’m not one to pass up on a free drink.”
“Wonderful...” he searched around for an order, finding a high level of resistance. He furrowed his brows.
“What can I get you?”
... EVE.
“That was the condensed version of your line? And I’m using the description ‘line’ very loosely, I’m still not 100% sure what you just said.” The last part, however, she could follow. “Double vodka with tonic. Without the tonic.”
“Well to put it in simpler terms, I was complimenting your eyes...” he stroked his temples for a name before smiling “Eve.” He looked to the barman and ordered a double vodka and a beer for himself. He dampened his lips. “So, what’s a classy young lady lie you doing in a place like this?”
???
logan overheard the man speaking from the other side of the counter and couldn’t help but turn to see who it was. he snorted at the way he was flirting, a little too science-y than most. what a nerd, he thought.
‘ that ain’t gonna work, BUB. ’
He had the young lady almost completely at his finger tips, on the verge of seduction and, while he didn’t use his abilities, there was a certain level of hypnosis about the whole thing. He looked to the barman, breaking his spell and sighed as the woman turned away. “It was working.”
“Now, I could feed you some very long winded line about the reason your eyes are as stunning as they are is because of a mutation in the OCA2 gene - which I might add is a very g r o o v y mutation - or you could allow me to buy you a drink?”
"…You haven’t already? You didn’t think something like this would happen eventually?"
"Wow. Really fills me with confidence, Prof."
"You should try to be a little bit more optimistic, Peter."
"Whenever you’re ready, Professor."
"Thank you for being so patient with me."
"Yes. But you’re not alone, Professor. You don’t need to do this by yourself."
"You.. you have no idea how much that means, Jean."
Cain was sat at a small table and chair in Charles’s room, having moved the pieces of furniture to the window so that he might admire the view of the gardens below. He’d taken it upon himself too, to seek out his step-brother’s old tea set and make up a little welcoming spread for himself — he may as well, after all it wasn’t like Charles had had the decency to lay something out for him. Steam pooled up beneath the door to Charles’s en suite, and as he heard the shower come to a stop, Cain patted his lips dry with a napkin and, with a wide and bashful grin, stood to greet the man he’d been waiting for.
Charles ran his fingers through his damp hair as he emerged from the shower, sighing slightly as he did so. His eyes moved over to the towels before he glanced at the door, making his way out of the room, a siwrl of steam surrounding him as he exited the bathroom. If his suspicions were correct then there would be nobody to be either decent or indecent for anyway. Erik was gone. He stretched out his back, exposing himself completely before he felt a very familiar mind creep up to nudge the corner of his thoughts. "Cain," he fumbled over his words "you- you're dead." Now, his mind really was being cruel to him. "And I'm naked!" he almost yelled as he stumbled back to hide himself behind the bathroom door.
"Wait, you don’t have one already? Why am I not surprised."
"Thank you for that touch of faith, Alice."
"Pretty much…."
"Scott... I have no idea what to do."
”— so what? We’re just going to stay put?”
"I don't know what else to do, Raven."