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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 stays silent for a minute as they walk.
"...I don't actually know that much about you, huh?"
"I mean, not like I think that's bad. It just feels like I've known you a lot longer."
And so he's already running out of time.
"Like, the amount of time where you know...shit, I guess...what someone's favorite color is. Or something."
"Yeah." She hugs his arm and leans on him again. "My favorite color is blue."
Physical contact dries up the anxiety for the moment. He leans in.
"Solid choice."
"Also solid."
The tongue breaks off a piece of the popsicle and retreats.
"Which blues? There's a lot of 'em."
He nods, and resolves to abuse his new powers of...favorite-color-knowing.
"...I'd tell you mine, but I'm boring and gothy."
"Oh, shit, my secret's out!"
He mimes shock and horror.
"I actually do like electric blue, though."
"Got it in...uh, two."
He considers.
"Red's good too. But that's probably also kind of unsurprising."
"Obviously it's because I wanted to be a fireman as a kid. Or something."
He punches her lightly in the shoulder.
"Oh, you wanna fight, huh?"
He puts up his fists mock-threateningly, and then leans in and kisses her on the side of the head.
She pecks him on the cheek in return.
"Not here. If you want a proper fight you'll have to wait 'till we're somewhere appropriate."
"What's 'appropriate'? Never heard of it."
He finishes off the last bit of the popsicle and tosses the stick into a convenient trash can.
"Somewhere it's unlikely that a misunderstanding will result in someone calling the police."
"Oh, I meant, like, the abstract concept of appropriate. But yeah, that's probably a better place to fight."
Pat pat. "Don't worry, I don't much care for the abstract concept either."
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