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[scenes] These lyrics are completely irrelevant...
...except that they are awesome.
They flew into Calgary early in the morning. Groggy but still awake at the ungodly west coast hour, a few members of Alpha Flight greeted them. Northstar and the Guardian waited in the hangar as Emma powered down the X-jet. As they disembarked, the two men could see that Emma was infinitely more put together than their some time teammate, who stumbled from the jet blearily, still wearing her flannel Roots pajama pants haphazardly tucked into her unzipped combat boots, an oversized X-men hoodie obscuring her face.
Emma shook hands with Jean-Paul and Michael, thanking the Guardian quietly as Jean-Paul moved to greet Alison.
"Good morning." He picked up the hem of her hood, lifting it up and flipping it off her head.
"You're lucky my eyes are impervious to light," she grumbled, mashing a fist against them anyway. "Sorry I haven't called."
Jean-Paul shrugged. "I'm sure you've been busy with your friends."
"Eh, not really." Ali glanced over at Emma, still chatting fairly seriously with the Guardian. "It's not what I expected, being back."
"Well, what did you expect, Alison?"
She paused, thinking a moment. "I dunno, just...more, I guess. I did bust my ass to get down there and help them."
"Help them fight a sentinel that turned half the mansion into rubble, from what Logan told me." He shook his head at her. "Did you really exect to take precedence over that?"
"Maybe." She frowned up at him, the French-Canadian laughing a good naturedly at her pout. "How can you be so nice about telling me I'm an asshat?"
"I'm Canadian." He shrugged. "It's a thing."
"You're Quebecquois," Ali pointed out, "you're supposed to be a dick."
"So are you," Jean-Paul countered, "you're American."
"Touche."
"Miss Blaire, will you please find something more appropriate to spar in than your sleepwear?" Emma was glancing at her over her shoulder at Ali, giving her a withering look. "We don't have all day."
Ali deflated, turning to Jean-Paul and throwing up her hands comically, the too-long sleeved of the sweater flopping over her hands as she did so. "Duty calls, bud. Catch you later." She dashed off not waiting for a response.
It had taken a while for her to scrounge something appropriate to train in, eventually settling on an old pair of jeans that had been left in her locker and a wifebeater she'd borrowed from Jean-Paul without asking. The majority of her belongings were still in the much smaller Niagra base she ahd been staying at prior to returning to Xavier's. Her mp3 player was in her pocket, the cord of her new headphones running beneath her shirt to prevent them from getting damaged. Bolstered by Logan's understated confidence in her, she was determined to carve her position on the X-men out of diamond.
Emma entered the training room to find Ali peering at the wall panel in frustration. "You won't be feeding your...music through the speakers, Alison. Use the headphones Logan got for you."
Ali shrugged, one headphone going into her ear. "You'll have to make sure you tap out, then, Emma." She grinned in a playful challenge. "I won't hear you say uncle."
"Hn." Emma flipped her hair, taking on a fighting stance. Ali turned her attention away to pick a song she liked, only noticing the diamond fist hurled at her jaw an instant before it connected. "Do pay attention, Alison."
Screwing her face up, blood coppery in her mouth, she spat red across the floor. Music on, ego bruised, Ali gritted her teeth at Emma's superior smirk. Light crackled in her palms. Logan's voice echoed in her mind.
Running at the White Queen, fists fortified by twin photons. The impact against the diamond spitting her knuckles, photon explosions sending Emma reeling backwards a few steps. A hard cut fist flew in return, Ali dodging it and lifting a boot to brace it against Emma's stomach as she vaulted off the floor, steel toe of her boot jamming up under Emma's chin as Ali arced backwards in the air. As she came down toward the floor she flew at Emma, arms encircling her waist, smashing the woman's back into the wall, denting it.
Emma held fast to Alison's upper back, elbow descending with sharp precision at the base of the girl's spine. Ali kicked backward, missing Emma completely, but using enough force to slide them, still locked together, onto the floor with Ali on top of the White Queen. She knew better than to try and pummel Emma in her diamond form, even with the added power of her photon blasts, the burning ached of her bloodied knuckles reminding her that she wasn't going to beat her with brute strength.
Escaping Emma's hold, sustaining a few well placed punches to the back and kidney, Ali shot into the air, taking a moment to circle as Emma got to her feet. Touching down on the ground a few feet away, Ali drew on her music for ammunition.
"Hey Frosty," she asked, hands heating up, "what's your favourite colour?"
Emma frowned as a blast of red knocked her back a step. Ali hit her with a blast of green resulting in a similar effect. Successive blasts of varying colour edged Emma closer to the wall, but Ali could see she was still unimpressed with the display.
"Of course," Ali muttered, a grin spreading across her lips, fingers smouldering as she powered up for her next attack. Emma charged at her, a hint of rage brewing at the smirk on Ali's face. "It's white," Ali muttered, releasing a blinding explosion of pure, white light. Emma tried to surge through it, but was stopped by the intense force of the hard light. She frowned, noticing the strange sensation in her abdomen, glancing around her as she saw the full spectrum of refracted fading behind her, a small dented line running across the wall behind her, fanning out on either side of her.
Ali was hovering, wincing as she rubbed her palms lightly, though there was still the look of self satisfaction on her face. She glanced at Emma, readying to continue the fight. Emma looked up at her, then strode quickly to the wall console, speaking a few quick words into it, a Danger Room-like simulation of a sentinel loaded momentarily. Ali looked down at her, descending and removing one headphone.
"What the hell is this? I thought we were supposed to spar."
"Do it again," Emma flipped her hair, reverting to diamond again.
"Huh?" Ali was still perplexed. "Do what again?"
"The refraction," Emma strode away from her, toward the now moving sentinel. "Do it again."
Ali gritted her teeth, preparing for a photon blast doubled in strength from the last. The heat of the explosion dragged a low moan from the girl, white light shooting through Emma, the well cut diamond refracting into a brilliant fanning rainbow of deadly explosions that took off the left leg at the hip. The sentinel toppled forward, Ali frowning, swooping down the scoop Emma up by the waist again, taking her out of the falling giant's path to set her down beside the console once more.
"That wasn't necessary, Alison," Emma said, powering down the simulation, "this room has the same safeguards as the Danger Room."
"I know," Ali shrugged, "but if it hadn't been a simulation, diamond or no, you would have appreciated the lift."
"Hn."
"Besides, Logan would be pissed if--" she stopped, realizing that Logan may not have told Emma about his slip of the tongue during the Grey Cup a few weeks ago. "Nevermind."
Emma's fingers were at her temples. "So that's what he was talking about," she muttered to herself softly. She glanced at the clock on the console, striding out of the room. "Come along, Alison. We both have class to attend."
Ali frowned, jogging slightly until she fell into stride with the White Queen. "That's it?" Emma glanced at her. "Did I make the team?"
"I'll need to discuss it with Ororo."
Ali thought about protesting the fairness of the situation, but gave up before she began, knowing better than to try and win Emma over with whining. The short flight back to the mansion was spent in silence, Ali only speaking again as they were entering the hangar.
"Do you love him?"
The jet shuddered, jostling them both as Emma landed, caught off guard by the question. "Excuse me?"
"Logan." Ali clarified. "Do you love him?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business, Alison."
"It isn't, I was just curious." She shrugged, heading out of the jet. Her head popped back in after disappearing for a second. "You don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone, Logan asked me not to."
"Well, that's a relief," Emma said sarcastically. Ali frowned.
"I promised him: not a word to anyone."
She was gone instantly after that, eager to take up a class, even if it might only be for a few days while Emma and the rest of the X-men discussed whether she was fit to be on the team.
After she had left Emma, she made her way to the music room to sub in for Scott while he met with a number of insurance agents. She had fallen so easily back into the routine of Scott's band class, for the first time she really felt at home. Flipping through the music history notes Scott had left for the afternoon her stomach growled, reminding her that she still hadn't eaten a real meal since arriving back at Xavier's and now that her mind was feeling a little lighter, her thoughts a little less self-involved, she was not too preoccupied to realize she was famished.
Popping in her headphones, she made her way down to the kitchen in search of something to eat. In her mind, she replayed the conversation she had had with Julian the day before and the one she'd had with Jean-Paul that morning. She frowned, realizing how very similar the tow chats had been. "I hate when he's right..." she muttered to herself, sights only on the fridge as she entered the kitchen.
Sighing, she opened the fridge and ducked her head into the blast of cool air, surveying its contents. Milk, eggs, soda... She straightened and stretched back. There was nothing but she was hungry enough that anything would taste fantastic.
She jumped when one of her earbuds was plucked right out of her ear, swiveling around in shock. Julian was leaning against the kitchen island, watching her with a cocked head. "Oh, so you're hungry now?"
She shrugged, smiling, and turned back to the contents of the fridge. "Teaching will do that to ya." She grabbed the milk and headed for the cupboards, retrieving a bright yellow box of cereal and tucking it under her arm as she reached for a bowl. She carefully shook out the Corn Pops, dousing them with a healthy splash of milk before returning both box and carton to their places and taking up a spoon. She crunched down on spoonful of sugary puffs and turned to face Julian.
"So. Yesterday." He plopped down a stool, one hand resting against his knee. "Was it something I said?"
"Yes and no." She crunched thoughtfully for a moment. "You were right, about me being selfish." She sighed, swallowing another mouthful. She thought about elaborating, but thought again; there was no point shirking blame she knew was hers.
His eyebrows rose and he nodded, a smug smirk touching his lips. "And the no?"
"You didn't have to be such an ass about it." She took a sip of the milk from her bowl, ignoring the irritable crawling sensation that crept up her spine at his smirk. "I fly across the border, nearly slice myself in two, and get crushed by 800lbs of Pete all in one night. I'm not saying it's an excuse to be a dickhead, but you could cut a girl a little slack."
Julian rested his elbows on the counter behind him and studied her for a moment, head still tilted to the side. "I didn't think I was being an ass about it," he said evenly. "Thought I was just saying it like it was."
"Well, I thought you were being an ass." She finished the contents of the bowl and set it in the sink, turning from Julian to wash up after herself. "You didn't need to be so harsh, you know, man?" Her voice was a little more vulnerable when she wasn't looking at him. "You woulda gotten the same point across without laughing in my face about it."
He shifted although she couldn't see it, arms reaching across his chest and folding there. "I was just being honest with you. If I sounded harsh, I didn't mean to." He paused, examining the choppy length of her dark hair, a good few inches longer than it had been the last time he saw her.
"Yeah, well, you never mean to." She turned back to him, drying the bowl, hands glistening from the dishwater. "You just automatically assume the worst about people, even your best friend. You don't always have to punish someone for being wrong."
He blinked as his brows furrowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I don't assume the worst of you," he said, non-plussed. "When have I ever not believed in you? And I wasn't punishing you, either." He shifted, jaw working. His voice was tinged with a familiar defensiveness. "Like I said, I was just telling you the truth. I didn't think you'd have a chick moment and freak out about it."
An exasperated sigh left her lips and she turned around, putting the dish away with some clamor. Ali dropped the used towel on the counter and turned to face him again. "It wasn't what you were trying to say, Julian. It was how you said it. I don't think you could have been anymore condescending."
The corner of his lips twitched in a slight wince and he had the grace to look down for a split second. Then he caught her eyes again, expression rueful. "No, I definitely could have been worse if I tried."
"I'm sure." Her fingers twitched a moment without anything to occupy them; she tucked them into her pockets, eying the clock, mindful of her next class' start time. "All I'm saying is there's a difference between honest and brutally honest."
He pressed his lips together and then swallowed, copying her stance, head bowing slightly and gaze still locked on hers. "So I'll work on knowing the difference."
"Thank you." She offered a small smile, though after a moment, it faltered. "Are we okay?"
"Of course we are, sweetheart." He flashed his teeth. "Unless there's something else I need to work on."
"Well, actually..." she began solemnly, taking a step toward him, "I think that hug you gave me yesterday was a little lacking."
They flew into Calgary early in the morning. Groggy but still awake at the ungodly west coast hour, a few members of Alpha Flight greeted them. Northstar and the Guardian waited in the hangar as Emma powered down the X-jet. As they disembarked, the two men could see that Emma was infinitely more put together than their some time teammate, who stumbled from the jet blearily, still wearing her flannel Roots pajama pants haphazardly tucked into her unzipped combat boots, an oversized X-men hoodie obscuring her face.
Emma shook hands with Jean-Paul and Michael, thanking the Guardian quietly as Jean-Paul moved to greet Alison.
"Good morning." He picked up the hem of her hood, lifting it up and flipping it off her head.
"You're lucky my eyes are impervious to light," she grumbled, mashing a fist against them anyway. "Sorry I haven't called."
Jean-Paul shrugged. "I'm sure you've been busy with your friends."
"Eh, not really." Ali glanced over at Emma, still chatting fairly seriously with the Guardian. "It's not what I expected, being back."
"Well, what did you expect, Alison?"
She paused, thinking a moment. "I dunno, just...more, I guess. I did bust my ass to get down there and help them."
"Help them fight a sentinel that turned half the mansion into rubble, from what Logan told me." He shook his head at her. "Did you really exect to take precedence over that?"
"Maybe." She frowned up at him, the French-Canadian laughing a good naturedly at her pout. "How can you be so nice about telling me I'm an asshat?"
"I'm Canadian." He shrugged. "It's a thing."
"You're Quebecquois," Ali pointed out, "you're supposed to be a dick."
"So are you," Jean-Paul countered, "you're American."
"Touche."
"Miss Blaire, will you please find something more appropriate to spar in than your sleepwear?" Emma was glancing at her over her shoulder at Ali, giving her a withering look. "We don't have all day."
Ali deflated, turning to Jean-Paul and throwing up her hands comically, the too-long sleeved of the sweater flopping over her hands as she did so. "Duty calls, bud. Catch you later." She dashed off not waiting for a response.
It had taken a while for her to scrounge something appropriate to train in, eventually settling on an old pair of jeans that had been left in her locker and a wifebeater she'd borrowed from Jean-Paul without asking. The majority of her belongings were still in the much smaller Niagra base she ahd been staying at prior to returning to Xavier's. Her mp3 player was in her pocket, the cord of her new headphones running beneath her shirt to prevent them from getting damaged. Bolstered by Logan's understated confidence in her, she was determined to carve her position on the X-men out of diamond.
Emma entered the training room to find Ali peering at the wall panel in frustration. "You won't be feeding your...music through the speakers, Alison. Use the headphones Logan got for you."
Ali shrugged, one headphone going into her ear. "You'll have to make sure you tap out, then, Emma." She grinned in a playful challenge. "I won't hear you say uncle."
"Hn." Emma flipped her hair, taking on a fighting stance. Ali turned her attention away to pick a song she liked, only noticing the diamond fist hurled at her jaw an instant before it connected. "Do pay attention, Alison."
Screwing her face up, blood coppery in her mouth, she spat red across the floor. Music on, ego bruised, Ali gritted her teeth at Emma's superior smirk. Light crackled in her palms. Logan's voice echoed in her mind.
Running at the White Queen, fists fortified by twin photons. The impact against the diamond spitting her knuckles, photon explosions sending Emma reeling backwards a few steps. A hard cut fist flew in return, Ali dodging it and lifting a boot to brace it against Emma's stomach as she vaulted off the floor, steel toe of her boot jamming up under Emma's chin as Ali arced backwards in the air. As she came down toward the floor she flew at Emma, arms encircling her waist, smashing the woman's back into the wall, denting it.
Emma held fast to Alison's upper back, elbow descending with sharp precision at the base of the girl's spine. Ali kicked backward, missing Emma completely, but using enough force to slide them, still locked together, onto the floor with Ali on top of the White Queen. She knew better than to try and pummel Emma in her diamond form, even with the added power of her photon blasts, the burning ached of her bloodied knuckles reminding her that she wasn't going to beat her with brute strength.
Escaping Emma's hold, sustaining a few well placed punches to the back and kidney, Ali shot into the air, taking a moment to circle as Emma got to her feet. Touching down on the ground a few feet away, Ali drew on her music for ammunition.
"Hey Frosty," she asked, hands heating up, "what's your favourite colour?"
Emma frowned as a blast of red knocked her back a step. Ali hit her with a blast of green resulting in a similar effect. Successive blasts of varying colour edged Emma closer to the wall, but Ali could see she was still unimpressed with the display.
"Of course," Ali muttered, a grin spreading across her lips, fingers smouldering as she powered up for her next attack. Emma charged at her, a hint of rage brewing at the smirk on Ali's face. "It's white," Ali muttered, releasing a blinding explosion of pure, white light. Emma tried to surge through it, but was stopped by the intense force of the hard light. She frowned, noticing the strange sensation in her abdomen, glancing around her as she saw the full spectrum of refracted fading behind her, a small dented line running across the wall behind her, fanning out on either side of her.
Ali was hovering, wincing as she rubbed her palms lightly, though there was still the look of self satisfaction on her face. She glanced at Emma, readying to continue the fight. Emma looked up at her, then strode quickly to the wall console, speaking a few quick words into it, a Danger Room-like simulation of a sentinel loaded momentarily. Ali looked down at her, descending and removing one headphone.
"What the hell is this? I thought we were supposed to spar."
"Do it again," Emma flipped her hair, reverting to diamond again.
"Huh?" Ali was still perplexed. "Do what again?"
"The refraction," Emma strode away from her, toward the now moving sentinel. "Do it again."
Ali gritted her teeth, preparing for a photon blast doubled in strength from the last. The heat of the explosion dragged a low moan from the girl, white light shooting through Emma, the well cut diamond refracting into a brilliant fanning rainbow of deadly explosions that took off the left leg at the hip. The sentinel toppled forward, Ali frowning, swooping down the scoop Emma up by the waist again, taking her out of the falling giant's path to set her down beside the console once more.
"That wasn't necessary, Alison," Emma said, powering down the simulation, "this room has the same safeguards as the Danger Room."
"I know," Ali shrugged, "but if it hadn't been a simulation, diamond or no, you would have appreciated the lift."
"Hn."
"Besides, Logan would be pissed if--" she stopped, realizing that Logan may not have told Emma about his slip of the tongue during the Grey Cup a few weeks ago. "Nevermind."
Emma's fingers were at her temples. "So that's what he was talking about," she muttered to herself softly. She glanced at the clock on the console, striding out of the room. "Come along, Alison. We both have class to attend."
Ali frowned, jogging slightly until she fell into stride with the White Queen. "That's it?" Emma glanced at her. "Did I make the team?"
"I'll need to discuss it with Ororo."
Ali thought about protesting the fairness of the situation, but gave up before she began, knowing better than to try and win Emma over with whining. The short flight back to the mansion was spent in silence, Ali only speaking again as they were entering the hangar.
"Do you love him?"
The jet shuddered, jostling them both as Emma landed, caught off guard by the question. "Excuse me?"
"Logan." Ali clarified. "Do you love him?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business, Alison."
"It isn't, I was just curious." She shrugged, heading out of the jet. Her head popped back in after disappearing for a second. "You don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone, Logan asked me not to."
"Well, that's a relief," Emma said sarcastically. Ali frowned.
"I promised him: not a word to anyone."
She was gone instantly after that, eager to take up a class, even if it might only be for a few days while Emma and the rest of the X-men discussed whether she was fit to be on the team.
After she had left Emma, she made her way to the music room to sub in for Scott while he met with a number of insurance agents. She had fallen so easily back into the routine of Scott's band class, for the first time she really felt at home. Flipping through the music history notes Scott had left for the afternoon her stomach growled, reminding her that she still hadn't eaten a real meal since arriving back at Xavier's and now that her mind was feeling a little lighter, her thoughts a little less self-involved, she was not too preoccupied to realize she was famished.
Popping in her headphones, she made her way down to the kitchen in search of something to eat. In her mind, she replayed the conversation she had had with Julian the day before and the one she'd had with Jean-Paul that morning. She frowned, realizing how very similar the tow chats had been. "I hate when he's right..." she muttered to herself, sights only on the fridge as she entered the kitchen.
Sighing, she opened the fridge and ducked her head into the blast of cool air, surveying its contents. Milk, eggs, soda... She straightened and stretched back. There was nothing but she was hungry enough that anything would taste fantastic.
She jumped when one of her earbuds was plucked right out of her ear, swiveling around in shock. Julian was leaning against the kitchen island, watching her with a cocked head. "Oh, so you're hungry now?"
She shrugged, smiling, and turned back to the contents of the fridge. "Teaching will do that to ya." She grabbed the milk and headed for the cupboards, retrieving a bright yellow box of cereal and tucking it under her arm as she reached for a bowl. She carefully shook out the Corn Pops, dousing them with a healthy splash of milk before returning both box and carton to their places and taking up a spoon. She crunched down on spoonful of sugary puffs and turned to face Julian.
"So. Yesterday." He plopped down a stool, one hand resting against his knee. "Was it something I said?"
"Yes and no." She crunched thoughtfully for a moment. "You were right, about me being selfish." She sighed, swallowing another mouthful. She thought about elaborating, but thought again; there was no point shirking blame she knew was hers.
His eyebrows rose and he nodded, a smug smirk touching his lips. "And the no?"
"You didn't have to be such an ass about it." She took a sip of the milk from her bowl, ignoring the irritable crawling sensation that crept up her spine at his smirk. "I fly across the border, nearly slice myself in two, and get crushed by 800lbs of Pete all in one night. I'm not saying it's an excuse to be a dickhead, but you could cut a girl a little slack."
Julian rested his elbows on the counter behind him and studied her for a moment, head still tilted to the side. "I didn't think I was being an ass about it," he said evenly. "Thought I was just saying it like it was."
"Well, I thought you were being an ass." She finished the contents of the bowl and set it in the sink, turning from Julian to wash up after herself. "You didn't need to be so harsh, you know, man?" Her voice was a little more vulnerable when she wasn't looking at him. "You woulda gotten the same point across without laughing in my face about it."
He shifted although she couldn't see it, arms reaching across his chest and folding there. "I was just being honest with you. If I sounded harsh, I didn't mean to." He paused, examining the choppy length of her dark hair, a good few inches longer than it had been the last time he saw her.
"Yeah, well, you never mean to." She turned back to him, drying the bowl, hands glistening from the dishwater. "You just automatically assume the worst about people, even your best friend. You don't always have to punish someone for being wrong."
He blinked as his brows furrowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I don't assume the worst of you," he said, non-plussed. "When have I ever not believed in you? And I wasn't punishing you, either." He shifted, jaw working. His voice was tinged with a familiar defensiveness. "Like I said, I was just telling you the truth. I didn't think you'd have a chick moment and freak out about it."
An exasperated sigh left her lips and she turned around, putting the dish away with some clamor. Ali dropped the used towel on the counter and turned to face him again. "It wasn't what you were trying to say, Julian. It was how you said it. I don't think you could have been anymore condescending."
The corner of his lips twitched in a slight wince and he had the grace to look down for a split second. Then he caught her eyes again, expression rueful. "No, I definitely could have been worse if I tried."
"I'm sure." Her fingers twitched a moment without anything to occupy them; she tucked them into her pockets, eying the clock, mindful of her next class' start time. "All I'm saying is there's a difference between honest and brutally honest."
He pressed his lips together and then swallowed, copying her stance, head bowing slightly and gaze still locked on hers. "So I'll work on knowing the difference."
"Thank you." She offered a small smile, though after a moment, it faltered. "Are we okay?"
"Of course we are, sweetheart." He flashed his teeth. "Unless there's something else I need to work on."
"Well, actually..." she began solemnly, taking a step toward him, "I think that hug you gave me yesterday was a little lacking."
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Finally. Refraction. XD
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I'm glad you like it!
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Makes you wonder what the hell else we came up with and never used?
*phears the arsenal...*
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HE'S STILL ALIVE! HE'S GOTTA BE!
...okay, I'm good.
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XD Awesome!
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I miss you like WOAH, but I'm v.glad you like the scenes :D
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XD
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Both scenes were fantastic. :) I loved the last line. :D
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I like refraction cuz I like raaaaaaainbowz! (Yes, I am in fact a 3 year old stuck in a 22 year old's body...)
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HAHAH dude. Mindy said "THERE'S PHYSICS EVERYWHERE!" I guess it's a good thing I didn't post that half-assed scene that I was concocting for myself the other day... cause it was physicsful.
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She was the one being a dick, this time around, so it's only fair, you know?
Also: I miss you. Where have you BEEEEEN? How was your FINAL?
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Anyway, thanks :D I missed you too! I've been kind of blah lately.