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It's her first evening away from home, and even Papa's strong mental presence has left her range by now.
It's lonely.
She knows that humans aren't lesser than mutants, per se, but she's still used to a different flavor of minds thrumming against hers when she's trying to go to sleep.
She and Emily aren't the only mutants on campus, though. There aren't a lot of them, but there's one other, at least...
She reaches out to them.
Hello?
He's crashed on his bed between a ton of half-unpacked boxes (he swears he didn't have this much stuff before he tried to fit it in a dorm room!) when he...hears someone.
No, wait. He doesn't hear them. It's like he's remembering the words, but in a voice he's never heard before and with a presence that makes him sure he's being spoken to.
He responds as well as he can, under the circumstances.
wait. what?
hey!
so...what are you doing in my brain?
It's not accusatory, just curious. He doesn't think he did anything to prompt this, cool as it is.
I was lonely and you're pretty much the only mutant on campus besides me and my--best friend.
(There's something she's eliding with "best friend")
Yeah, lonely he can definitely get.
there's only three of us? that blows.
Maybe they're all living off-campus? He might if he didn't just love risky behavior.
...wait.
"best friend", huh?
There's a vague feeling of eyebrow-waggling.
...oops. my bad.
Definitely just a little embarrassed.
so just you (telepathy) me (whatever my deal actually is), and...?
it's kind of a few things?
if you stab me it heals, if you chop my finger off it grows back weird-looking, if i shotgun a bottle of painkillers i wake up the next day really high and confused
Wow he didn't actually mean to communicate that last part at all.
...also, some shapeshifting.
relatively to that? 100% okay.
i was not a fan of being alive but i'm chill now.
wow this is personal shit, sorry. it is really hard to filter like this.
nah, i actually kinda like it. less pressure. just don't want to weird you out too much.
...so, are you as bad at unpacking as I am?
that's good, 'cause I'm weird as hell and we are definitely gonna be friends.
I think the secret is to have a twin with the ability to move stuff with her mind, sorry.
aww, damn. i definitely don't have one of those.
can she still move stuff with her mind that isn't metal?
Our parents are Charles Fucking Xavier and Erik Fucking Lehnsherr, no one was going to hassle us with them around.
oh damn, seriously? wow.
He's impressed.
well, uh...if anyone gives you a hard time now that they're gone, let me know. not that you can't deal with shit yourself, but...y'know.
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