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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 21, 2011 17:32:05 GMT -5
Reverie didn’t like people. Actually, she kind of hated them. They always said one thing, and thought the complete opposite. Liars. Humans were liars by nature. Always would be. Anyway, off track. For hating them so much, she wasn’t able to completely cut them out of her life. Like most people, she still craved social contact…. Sometimes. So, even being deathly shy, hating people, and being incapable of keeping them out of her head? She couldn’t bring herself to turn into a total hermit. BUT, that did NOT mean she was going to put up with their disgusting thoughts.
Seriously, one of the first things she’d learned with her power, is, thoughts don’t have to match what you say. Which, made things really awkward when you couldn’t keep their thoughts out of your head. In big cities though? Times this by ten. It’s why she avoided them. Or kept earbuds in her ears with very loud music blaring on. It drowned out thoughts. It didn’t help she couldn’t seem most the people either….
Thankfully, she rarely ventured far from the school. Maybe into town at the farthest. She’d never been to New York in her life, because, to be honest? That place was a death trap for people like her. She wouldn’t survive. So, to be honest, anything bigger then this small town was an accident waiting to happen. Hell, a town of any size in general was an accident waiting to happen! When you couldn’t see most people, most cars, and basically anything that moved? Yeah, you kind of expected something to happen sooner or later.
So, in an attempt to be on the safe side, she stayed clear of street, and most people in general. There was one good thing about hearing everything. You knew when you were alone, and when you weren’t. And for her? That was a very important skill, because unlike most people she couldn’t just look around and see if the coast was clear. So by herself (as far as she could tell, since she wasn’t picking up any thoughts), she was curled up on a bench in the park, with a cup of starbucks hot chocolate in her hands.
She was staring quite intently at it, the cup still so hot you could see steam coming off of it. If you were normal. She couldn’t. So why the intent staring? Because, she was trying to see the stinking steam! It was steam for crying out loud! How stupid was that?!?!
There were earbuds in her ears, obviously, with music blaring and drowning out the background noise. Not because there was any, but because it was habit. Sadly, if she didn’t have the music on, she’d pick up on the faint sound of thoughts getting closer and closer…
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 21, 2011 19:02:11 GMT -5
Another day, another mark. Phoenix Grove was becoming a common stomping ground for Tristan. The security here was relaxed, the people were overly friendly, and everyone was VERY well off. So in a very basic sense, this place was like shooting fish in a barrel for an experienced thief like Tristan. Today he had forgone the guitar and singing for a more, direct, approach to the art of thievery; largely pick-pocketing. The day had been going along just perfectly, he had stolen almost two hundred so far and already knew what he'd do with the money.
First off, he needed to get a room for the night, so a hotel bill. Second, he hadn't eaten in a while, so some food. Third, he'd also like to travel, maybe head somewhere west. Lastly, there was a group of orphans deeper in New York that he had seen almost every day traveling through the city, they looked like they hadn't eaten in a week. Normally, Tristan wasn't the charitable type, but seeing children like that always reminded him of, well, him. Back home, he hadn't gained the nickname "Robin Hood" for nothing, he was known for stealing from the rich and giving to the poor to some extent.
Either way, back to the situation at hand. You see, his day of thieving was going splendidly until he decided to make one last mark of the day. It was an elderly man, and normal he didn't steal from the elderly, but the man was pompous and rude and very vocal about it. So, that being said, this one was being stolen from for spite, not for the money. Tristan should have known something would go wrong because his number one rule was: Never, ever, under any circumstances steal for revenge or to teach a lesson, only steal to survive.
The moment he grabbed the mans wallet, fate played against him and the man tripped right into Tristan; knocking him to the ground, the man's wallet in hand. The scene froze for a moment as the man began to cuss at Tristan, then saw the wallet. Slowly the man felt for his wallet, and in the next instance, all hell broke loose. The man shouted for help, calling Tristan a thief, and Tristan bolted; running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
After several minutes of running, thoughts of jail, cops, and deportation racing through his mind he finally began to slow down a little. Glancing behind him, he saw no one coming. Ok, that was it for the day, time to disappear and lay low for a while. As he walked along, still glancing behind him ocassionally, he opened up the stolen wallet. Three hundred dollars were inside, alone! Ok, he already had more than enough money to get himself through for a few weeks. He'd just take a hundred and give the other two hundred to those ki-
As he walked along, his foot caught on something while he was looking in the wallet, and he tripped forward. Normally he was insanely graceful, but considering he was a little winded from running so hard, it caught him by surprise and he slammed into the ground. Groaning a little, he rolled over, looking over his shoulder to see what happened. A blonde girl was sitting on the park bench, and apparently his foot caught hers when he wasn't looking.
Quickly, he stashed the stolen wallet in his pocket as he stood up, "Sorry about zhat, are you okay?" The thick Romanian accent flowed out smoothly, almost poetically, as he stood up to face her.
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 21, 2011 19:30:49 GMT -5
See, music was good at one thing. Keeping out stray thoughts. The bad thing? If she hadn’t been listening to any, she’d have heard this guy coming and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have tripped over her. It was a long shot, she knew, but hey, there was always a chance! Anyway, you could imagine her shock when something caught her foot and yanked, just about pulling her small frame off the bench. So, unintentionally, a startled yelp escaped her lips. For a split second, she saw someone, laying on the ground. Before she could even get a good look at him though, he was moving again, leaving her blinking.
With only a moment’s hesitation, she pulled the ear buds out, her gaze staying stationary as she waited for him to stop moving. Instantly she could hear his thoughts. A jumbled mess of things, that, at first, didn’t make any sense. After a few moments though, they started to piece together. Something about stolen money…
He was still moving though, and talking at the same time, something that really confused her at times, because thoughts and words sounded the same to her. Thankfully it sounded like something you would hear aloud, so she could assume as much… Sadly, it didn’t stop her sudden blush of embarrassment. From tripping him and eavesdropping. ”Uh….. Uh…” For a fraction of a moment, she was tongue tied, unable to find a word, any word! Even something as simple as ‘uh’, sounded way to Scottish for her liking. ”Am fine.” she finally spoke up, speaking a little quickly, obviously from her slightly shot nerves. Why should she be so shocked though? And why did she look seriously lost until he stopped moving…?
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 21, 2011 20:57:17 GMT -5
As Tristan pulled himself up off the ground, the simple stuttering from the girl piqued his curiousity. Though she hadn't said a word, her accent sounded so incredibly familiar. He knew it very well, but from where? For a man that has traveled all over the world twice, sometimes it's hard to peg an accent with a region. Irish perhaps? No, definitely not Irish, it wasn't smooth enough. Australian perhaps? No, it lacked the definitive twang of an Aussie.
When he finally got up off the ground he dusted himself and faced the girl, "Alright, vell, just making sure." The Romanian accent floated through the air once more. With a quick glance down the path, he saw that no one was chasing him yet. Excellent, he probably got away before anyone got a good look at him. Now he just needed to get out of here and get that 'hot' money somewhere while it cooled down.
Turning back to the blonde, something caught his attention. The way she was looking at him, mostly. "Are you sure you are alright?" He asked, leaning forward a little, thinking that maybe she was in pain but didn't want to admit it. Though there wasn't much he could do if she was, he would feel a little bad for hurting some random bystander in his crime spree. Oh how often the innocent are caught up in the acts of the damned.
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 22, 2011 16:37:48 GMT -5
What was with people and moving way to much? He’d stop for a few seconds, and then be on the move again. To say it was disorienting was an understatement. How would you feel if someone kept disappearing and reappearing?! Yeah, talk about crazy. She’d never watched a movie, because of…. Obvious reasons, but she could imagine this was like one of those action films, where you are confused most of the time because of the pace.
That wasn’t the only disorienting thing though. Because of her annoying power, she heard every single attempt to figure out her accent. Yeah, this guy was clever. She’d only said two words, and he knew she was a foreigner. And, he was starting to narrow it down. Oh well, she didn’t care. So, instead, she tried to focus on his actual words. It was a little easier, since his thoughts were a bit more…. Well, she likes to call it stream like. Where they flowed easily from one subject to the next, while words you would get momentary pauses. It was her only trick at telling the difference between thoughts and words. Anyway, the point was, she wasn’t sure what to say in response to that.
Or what to think about the fact that his thoughts went from thievery to helping the innocent in the space of half a second. She’d never seen that happen, to be honest. But it proved that people were two faced. Because his physical actions gave nothing but that mild concern away. Yup. People were liars. Always would be. ”Ah’m fine, really.” Her accent was even stronger than before, probably because her pace had slowed down a little, and she spoken a little more than before. Either way, if you knew the Scottish accent, which most people did (because of Lord of the Rings. Seriously, if she heard one more Dwarf joke…), you’d probably recognize it now.
Those thoughts really did confuse her though. Usually concern was ‘skin deep’. She rarely heard them think it. But, she knew instantly what he’d caught onto. Her eyesight. Oops. Instantly she tried to erase that lost look from her gaze.
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 22, 2011 18:19:48 GMT -5
Every instinct in Tristans mind was telling him to leave, that he needed to go now. Not necessarily from the girl, he was getting no bad feelings about being around her, but from being in the park itself. Normally if he got caught for stealing, he would immediately disappear for a while. This gave him time to lay low, let people forget what he looked like, and it would allow him to spend any money he stole. Unfortunately, it also meant he couldn't actually spend any of that money until a certain amount of time for his own safety of being caught. Smart? Yes, but you had to learn these things after how long and how much Tristan had done them.
Strangely though, he stayed in his spot for now, ignoring his instinct for a bit at least. Mostly he did it to give himself a moment of rest, though to a small degree he did it because something about this girl was alluring. Perhaps it was just simple curiousity, but there was something more to it, he had to delve deeper to figure out why he had this strange feeling about her.
The instant she spoke again, Tristan smirked ever so slightly; Scottish. How could he have no figured that out before? He had spent a lot of time in Scotland, he should've recognized it. Oh how he remembered his time there, and the women, wow the Scottish women were something else. Now, he was not really a player to any degree, and rarely did more than go on a date or two with a girl, but that didn't mean he didn't look. One of those Scottish girls was a real charmer, a blonde. Come to think of it, she looked a lot like this girl.
Tristan glanced over the girl, yes, she did look a little like the woman from Scotland. Which he had done a little bit more than kiss her. Unable to stop himself, he glanced down the girl's body as she sat on the bench; she was built a lot like the one from Scotland as well. A few, brief, images of a girl that looked remarkably like the one sitting on the bench came to his mind (most of them were, lacking clothing so to speak).
Shaking his mind of the subject, "Vell, just making sure. Have a nice day then, madam." Tristan said with a slight bow, turning slowly to begin walking away from her. Almost immediately, he began trying to remember where those orphans were, he wanted to give them the stolen money before he spent any himself.
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 22, 2011 18:42:31 GMT -5
Reverie was trying, really trying, to stay out of this guys head. He was like everyone else, think one thing, say another. And, he was a thief. Sure, he was planning on giving some of the money to orphans but…. Still a thief.
Anyway, she couldn’t figure out why he thought she was interesting. Most people didn’t. These thoughts that kept popping into her head, were just as confused as she was. For some reason he was curious about her. A reason neither of them knew. Suddenly though…. Her harmless eavesdropping took a very, very bad turn.
Hearing, and seeing those thoughts and images, well it was no wonder her expression went from slightly confused to pure horror. Only an idiot wouldn’t guess she’d read his mind. Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?! She was absolutely mortified! Sure, he was originally thinking of another girl. Which was still very disgusting, mind you! How would you like it if you heard people reenact their encounters with people?! NOT FUN!! Do you have any idea how often people think about that kind of stuff? Way more often than you’d think! No wonder she was so deathly shy of people!
What made it even worse though, was the fact that after a few moments of thinking about this other Scottish girl he’d slept with, he was suddenly thinking about how Reverie looked like her! That was just…. Just…. DISGUSTING! While he managed to at least keep the images of other girl that, well other girl, it didn’t change the fact that he’d made that connection. And now, he just might think about his sex life in Scotland every time he saw her face. So yeah, she couldn’t keep that horrified look on her face. If he wasn’t absolutely positive she’d heard his thoughts though, maybe the fact that her face went bright red, like tomato red, from blushing. Yeah, this was why she hated her power sometimes. You heard WAY TO MUCH INFORMATION!
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 22, 2011 19:08:12 GMT -5
Ways that Tristan could use the money began to cycle through his thoughts. This was America, the land of indulgence, perhaps he could indulge himself? He'd always wanted a dog, and a motorcycle. Sure, that may not be very over-indulgent, but hey, Tristan was a man of few desires. He could get by with very little a be happy, but couldn't help wanting a lot sometimes. Blame it on his gypsy upbringing.
As he walked away, he thought about the strange girl on the park bench one more time, curious about her. Though he was only a few steps away, she was already slipping from his thoughts, but he couldn't help but give one last glance over his shoulders as he walked away. What caught his eyes was very, interesting, to say the least. Interesting enough to make him freeze in place.
The girls face was completely red and seemed to be frozen in a horrified/shocked expression, as if someone had just shown her something really, really, dirty. Not to mention the look she was giving him was incredibly strange. It was almost as if HE had said something really bad or somethin-. When he realized what was going on, it hit him like a brick wall. Holy hell, she was a mutant, and worse, a telepath! She'd been in his mind!
Now, on his travels, Tristan had come across a few telepaths before, most of them weak; and all of them were a pain. On one such occasion, he met a somewhat powerful telepath, who became a good friend to Tristan. The man explained Tristan's powers, and taught him more control over them. The man always said that Tristan had the potential to be one of the most powerful people he'd met, but never told him why. Either way, one of the things the man taught Tristan was that due to his powers he could put up a sort of 'defense' against telepaths.
Basically, he could flood his mind with 'false thoughts', illusions of thoughts to a telepath if you will. It was like spam to a computer, it just overloaded the telepath that was trying to read his mind with so many thoughts that it was virtually impossible to make any coherence of it all. So, Tristan immediately did just thought. His mind seemed to flood with so many thoughts, going every different direction, that even a skilled telepath would have trouble making sense of it all.
Tristan took a step towards the blonde girl on the bench, "You should learn how to stay out of ozher peoples minds girl. Sometimes you may bite off more zhan you can chew."
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 22, 2011 19:33:05 GMT -5
Reverie didn’t want to be in anyone’s head. DO you honestly think she liked hearing the thoughts of everyone she crossed paths with? How would you like it, if you heard everything you’re so called friends had to say about you? Do you honestly think you could make friends, knowing the things? Sure, other telepaths could turn it off, so making relationships was easier for them. But even they would agree it’d be hard, if not impossible, if you couldn’t stay out of someone’s head. If you had to hear every dirty thought they had. (Not always dirty dirty, anything that wasn’t ‘nice’, basically.)
She didn’t expect him to look back though, so when she heard that thought to look one last time, she tried to quickly wipe her horrified expression away, and failed epically. Again, unwillingly, she heard his entire thought process, and how to came to the conclusion that she was, indeed, a telepath. She even caught something about a mentor of sorts, teaching him a trick to try and deter mind rea-
Oh… Crap….
”don-“
Reverie actually flinched, violently flinched, when dozens of other thoughts flooded into her mind. This was the point where any nosey telepath would get out of the guys head. If only she could do that. Sure, she was pretty good at keeping thoughts organized, but not when they were all coming from one person! Freaking… It sounded like three, four, maybe even five different sets of thoughts at once!
Flinching as she continued to be bombarded by these thoughts (Which would probably be odd to him, since no telepath of her level would willingly stay in his head.), tried to at least figure out where he went. Finally he reappeared, a little closer than before, focused intently on her. It sounded like he said something too, and it took her a few seconds to figure out what it was. Again, she flinched, her horrified expression replaced with one of…. Agony? ”Please….. stoap…. Ah kinnae….” She flinched yet again. ”Ah kinnae stay oot….”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 22, 2011 20:50:46 GMT -5
Every mutant was absolutely unique, that was understood. It was very, very, very rare for two mutants to have the same exact power. When it came to telepaths, while their powers were similiar in that they could affect minds in some way, the deviations of their powers were as numerous as fish in the see. Now, everyone knew about the telepaths that could read minds, or could project their thoughts into another person, or could use their mind to pick up objects, but Tristan was none of the above.
While he couldn't read minds, he was a threat to absolutely anyone with a mind. However, he had never been able to cause PAIN with his mind. Sure, he could have people hurt themselves, but he couldn't actually make them feel it. So when the girl started to flinch, almost immediately, Tristan raised a brow, but he didn't stop. In fact, the thoughts seemed to stream through his mind even faster. Instead of being a flood of thoughts, it was like a tsunami.
"You can't stay out? Right, I am supposed to believe zhat?" As he spoke, the thoughts streamed out even more rapidly. After a few moments though, he saw the intense look of agony on her face. Maybe she was telling the truth, a slight look of concern crossing his face and as suddenly as the thoughts began, they quickly ended.
"Let zhat be a lesson not to invade ozher peoples minds." Tristan said, sounding quite cruel, but in reality he was very concerned. So much so in fact, that he didn't move from his spot, he stood there waiting and watching for a moment. Hoping that he hadn't actually hurt her.
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 22, 2011 21:28:56 GMT -5
Right now, Reverie did not like this guy. At all. Not only that, he honestly scared her a little. A, because he knew a trick like that. B, because what sense she could make of his actual thoughts, he didn’t seem to care until he started to realize he was hurting her. Which, honestly? Confused the hell out of her. Why should he care? It didn’t make him stop though for several more moments. And when he tried to speak, it only confused her even more. Was he thinking it or saying it? Even in pain, her expression looked a little puzzled for a moment, as if she couldn’t tell what his response had been in. It definitely didn’t help that the thoughts picked up more speed, making her flinch even more.
After several agonizing moments…. He stopped. There wasn’t silence, obviously, as she was picking up on his real thoughts again, but it was better than before. Sadly, the migraine he caused just about reduced her to tears, so even his regular thoughts made her flinch a little, not like before, but a little. And when she finally looked at him again, she’d looked away during all of this, you could tell the smallest misstep would probably reduce her to tears.
”….. Why ur ye concerne’?” Smart of her to mention that she was still in his head, but she couldn’t help it. His responses and thoughts weren’t matching up. When she realized the mistake she made, she quickly looked away, bringing her knees up to her chest in a very defensive, worried manner. ”Ah wish ah could stay oot. If ah could…. Ah wid.” she paused, mumbling under her breath. No’un was supposed ta be oot here…”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 22, 2011 22:22:36 GMT -5
The longer Tristan held the defence in his mind up, the more she squirmed which was why he stopped. Normally he didn't care about hurting people, but it was the kind of people he hurt that bothered him. Thugs, gangsters, criminals he didn't care about but people that were honestly meaning no harm, they didn't deserve to be hurt. He had seen it happen to much. What confused him though was why exactly his 'defence' was an 'offense' for this girl. After all, it wasn't like he was attacking her, was he?
When he finally let down his defence, it was obvious she was reading his mind almost immediately with what she said. While he was tempted to put the defence back up again, with how obvious it was that she was in pain, he decided it was best not to until he could be sure that she was telling the truth. After all, a lot of people lied to get their way, hey, he was one of them, "Vell, maybe you should try to stay out, might keep you from getting hurt next time, no?" A somewhat cruel thing to say, but inside he was feeling worse and worse about what he had done.
Then she did it, she curled up into a ball, looking like she was about to cry. It was both pathetic and heart breaking. That was it, he was going to leave right now, who cares if he had hurt her right? Seeing those big blue eyes swell up with tears though, well, damnit, "Ugh, alright, vhere do you live? I vill buy a cab and help you get home." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, she looked hurt and he felt responsible for her now. Not to mention it was getting dark, he couldn't just leave her out here like this. Damn, why did he have to have emotions?
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 22, 2011 23:02:06 GMT -5
This guy was just confusing her more, and more. One moment he is thinking about how some people deserved to be hurt, the next that others shouldn’t. And, of course, he didn’t understand why his thought bomb had hurt her. Seriously? She was a telepath. Didn’t everyone know that to many thoughts made them have a melt down? Maybe not any telepath…. Just those of them like Reverie, the ones still learning to control their power. The girl hoped, and prayed, some day she’d learn out to turn off the mind reading, because right now it seemed permanently stuck on ON.
So yeah, it hurt. A lot. And at least he stopped when he realized that. But her mentioning still being in his head almost made him bring it back up. Without meaning to, she tensed, as if trying to mentally prepare herself for the next assault. A few tense moments passed…. Before that thought went away. She sighed in relief. ”Ah donnae wanna be in yer ‘ead. Er any’un’s fur that matter.” She had one unanswered question now… His thoughts had hinted at him being a mutant. Hinted beyond any doubt. But what could he do? She refused to ask though….
Again, more confusing thoughts. He acted a lot tougher then he thought… Which didn’t happen often, she had to admit. Usually people’s thoughts were much more violent and angry then their actions and words….
”……..” She stared at him for several moments as she tried to decide which voice to believe. His inner or outer. And why did she feel like she was being treated like a puppy…? Fighting back the tears, she finally looked away. ”Ah dunnae need yer 'elp. Especially when ye donnae wanna give it.”
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Post by Tristan Emilian on Nov 23, 2011 1:26:55 GMT -5
A thought bomb was a wonderful way of putting that unique little skill of Tristans. Honestly he had never thought of it that way before, it truly was a bomb for telepaths. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense why it probably hurt her. After all, inept telepaths' minds were very sensitive to everything, which is why they were easier for him to control and hurt should he choose. So no wonder his little 'bomb of thoughts' hurt her if she truly couldn't stay out.
As she spoke again, he thought for a moment. Truly, he wanted to believe her. She hadn't given him any reason to doubt her, any reason to believe that she was a liar. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched her for a moment. Now, Tristan could spot a liar easily, mostly because he was one. So unless she was some sort of epitome of con men, and better than Tristan (unlikely), she was telling the truth. If not, he would thought bomb her until she cried. Yeah, that was easy enough.
For the time being though, he'd believe her and that being said, he felt really bad for what he had done. "Zhere is a mistake in your reasoning frauline. I am not offering my help." Tristan paused for a moment, before holding out a hand to her, "I am giving it, vithout a choice in zhe matter. So tell me vhere you are from so I can take you back." That was entirely 'spoken' in thought, after all, she was a telepath right?
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Post by Reverie McIntyre on Nov 23, 2011 2:00:15 GMT -5
Thought bombs were actually more common then he seemed to think. Other Telepaths, well, powerful ones, could make them, and even give them to none telepaths. People trained to discourage a mind reader (Like this guy), could make them. Sometimes, it was possible to accidently make one. Not often though.
Anyway, at least this guy believed her now. That she honestly couldn’t help it. Maybe he’d be less likely to try and mentally attack her again! That was a little reassuring… Not entirely, but a little. After all, people could change their mind on a dime. She didn’t relax, not yet, her body still tense as she watched him. Her tears had gone away by now, but she still had a bit of a headache.
When he spoke again…. Well, spoke and thought, she blinked. A surprised look on her face for a split second when he moved, but stayed when he finished what he was saying… Or thinking in this case. So he really did believe she couldn’t stay out of his head…. ”….” She was silent for a moment, that blush returning for…. No real reason. ”Ah….. Ah donnae know the address yet….” A small pause as she looked away. ”Ih’s a school. Xavier’s.”
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