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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?
"Oh, that. The point is deterrence, and they didn't know you would like it."
He thinks about that for a minute, then nods.
"Next mutant kid probably won't have fast healing, huh."
Hug.
"I'm holding you to the whole "I will do some violence to you if I can knock these guys out" thing, by the way."
...suddenly, given the option, it is way harder to decide.
"Uh, I have not a ton of experience with picking?"
"Well, the way I see it there are two basic options. One, we go to the gym and I beat the shit out of you. Two..."
She grabs his hand and squeezes it again.
"Two, we go somewhere private and I get creative."
He grabs her hand and leads her in the right direction.
She is thus led.
And then they are in his dorm room.
"How good is your healing, anyway? I don't want to accidentally go too far and cause long-term damage."
He thinks about that for a minute.
"Most things only take a few minutes to fix. Like, you've seen how quickly bones go...and I can lose pretty much all my blood and be fine after I pass out a while. Pretty sure anything you want to do would be safe."
He has no idea how organs or losing pieces would work, but he doubts either of those things are going to come up.
"Gotcha.
You'll let me know if I do anything you don't like, even a little, right?"
Handsqueeze!
And then she takes his hand in both of hers and starts bending back one of the fingers.
--Oh, fuck. Is she really...
Some part of him was expecting a slow start, or some kind of squeamishness, but clearly neither of those things are happening.
(Is this what love feels like, waiting for a fragile little finger bone to snap?)
fuck
Lightning shoots up his arm and the whole right side of his body twitches. He can feel the release of the tendon snapping. It forces a noise out of him, a short, sharp groan almost like a laugh.
The flood of euphoria is incredible.
She kisses him again and digs her fingernails into the place where the break is.
He would cover his mouth by instinct if it weren't already occupied.
He gasps heavily into the kiss, feeling the pressure driving the sharp edges of the break into flesh.
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