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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 thinks about that.
"...yeah, I think so? Maybe I should eat something with it to be sure."
"Bottom drawer in the desk."
(It contains a couple small bags of chips, a few candy bars and a few Atomic Fireballs.)
She selects a candy bar and unwraps it before coming back and putting the end in biting range of the teeth.
It chomps off the end of the bar, chews it thoughtfully (if a little ineffectively), and...
(Gulp.)
"...huh. Okay."
The tongue has to lick the teeth quite a bit after it swallows the second bite -- sharp, pointy teeth are not ideal for eating chocolate.
"It tastes a little different than usual."
"Yeah, go ahead."
The sweetness of the candy bar is actually difficult for the neck-mouth to taste, but it can certainly taste the fat and the bitterness in the chocolate. The candy seems to be...missing something important, but it's hard to pick out what it is.
"Shit, I wish I had some beef jerky."
He is suddenly aware that he is really, really hungry.
He nods.
"Yeah, just totally starving all of a sudden. I think it might be a healing thing?"
"Makes sense. I don't think the dining hall's open yet but I bet we can find some cafe or something catering to college students if we put our clothes back on and sally forth."
He nods.
"Sounds good to me."
He's still got pants on, but he lost his shirt at some point. Where did that even go? Time to find out.
"No idea. They probably haven't found him yet, though, unless he has a very good set of lungs."
"Yeah, probably. People only really hang there at night."
He grabs his jacket off the chair next to the desk.
Shrug. "Oh well. Maybe next time he wants to pick on someone he'll think twice."
He nods.
"I figure it's fifty-fifty "thinks twice" or "gets more pissed"--"
Wait. He reaches up to his ear.
"...shit. D'you know where that stud you ripped out went?"
"...Uh, yeah, I think..." she rummages in some discreet pockets. "Found it," she says, producing it from her waistband.
"Nice, thanks."
He takes it and tucks it carefully into his breast pocket.
"I'll redo that one later."
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