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[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Reading Philosophical Psychology. Wrapped in Snuggie.]

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[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

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[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Pssh. Heavy reading? This is straight up recreation. And she is enrapt.

It takes a moment for her to realize someone's approaching, but she looks up when she hears a clink of cup on plate. She breaks into a smile.]

Oh, Summers, is that for me?

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

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Thought it might not be unappreciated.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[She sets the journal aside for the moment, reaches out. She has been scouring the thing since it came in the mail this morning -- and perhaps a bit over-enthusiastically, judging from the strain it gives her eyes to shift them from tiny text to be-spectacled man.]

You thought not unright.

[Tea in hand, she settles back, nods toward the lounge-chair adjacent her perch against the sofa's arm.]

Wanna sit?

[Sip.]

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

[] Only if I'm not interrupting.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Oh, was that ... a hint of a smile? She's second guessing herself the second after she thinks she sees it.

So, she offers a welcoming one of her own, shakes her head.]

Not at all. I'd love the company. 'Been buried in this journal all day -- and it's time to come up for some air.

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

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That mean we're going to talk about something really simple? Rest your brain?

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[He's going to drape himself on the couch.] Dat's some heavy liftin', cherie.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Well, just make yourself at home.

She gives him a glance sidelong, a little smirk. Then, she brings her hand to her head, taps her temple.]

You don't get psionic guns like these without doing the work.

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[He will, thanks.

And there's a smirk in return. Gotta love the feisty ones.] I see. So it was some o'her girl dat busted up d'Professor's windsheild, true?

Less dis here is punishment.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[She blinks.

And blushes.

And lets the journal fall into her lap so that she can cover her face with her hands.]

What? That's getting around already? Oh my god.

[Seriously, this place is ridiculous. Mayberry ridiculous. Her hands lower slowly, reluctantly -- but after a moment she's thoroughly recovered.]

Anyway, he was fine with it. Understanding. It's not as if that's the first time something's been broken around here.

[Pointed look.]

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[All that smirk, and lookit how she folds. Just like a bluffed hand.] Course it is, belle. Ol' walls have ears.

[At Jean's little look Remy's lips spread in a grin.] You blamin' Gambit? Dat's unsportin.'

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Hey, those with the most don't boast ... much.

She quirks a brow.]

That's ... statistically sound, actually. Lamp in pieces? I'd make wagers.

[And gives a little, crooked grin in return.]

Between you and Logan, I'm surprised we still have the 'ol' walls.

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

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[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Pssh. Heavy reading? This is straight up recreation. And she is enrapt.

It takes a moment for her to realize someone's approaching, but she looks up when she hears a clink of cup on plate. She breaks into a smile.]

Oh, Summers, is that for me?

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

[]

Thought it might not be unappreciated.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[She sets the journal aside for the moment, reaches out. She has been scouring the thing since it came in the mail this morning -- and perhaps a bit over-enthusiastically, judging from the strain it gives her eyes to shift them from tiny text to be-spectacled man.]

You thought not unright.

[Tea in hand, she settles back, nods toward the lounge-chair adjacent her perch against the sofa's arm.]

Wanna sit?

[Sip.]

[slimshadesy.livejournal.com]

[] Only if I'm not interrupting.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Oh, was that ... a hint of a smile? She's second guessing herself the second after she thinks she sees it.

So, she offers a welcoming one of her own, shakes her head.]

Not at all. I'd love the company. 'Been buried in this journal all day -- and it's time to come up for some air.

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[He's going to drape himself on the couch.] Dat's some heavy liftin', cherie.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Well, just make yourself at home.

She gives him a glance sidelong, a little smirk. Then, she brings her hand to her head, taps her temple.]

You don't get psionic guns like these without doing the work.

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[He will, thanks.

And there's a smirk in return. Gotta love the feisty ones.] I see. So it was some o'her girl dat busted up d'Professor's windsheild, true?

Less dis here is punishment.

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[She blinks.

And blushes.

And lets the journal fall into her lap so that she can cover her face with her hands.]

What? That's getting around already? Oh my god.

[Seriously, this place is ridiculous. Mayberry ridiculous. Her hands lower slowly, reluctantly -- but after a moment she's thoroughly recovered.]

Anyway, he was fine with it. Understanding. It's not as if that's the first time something's been broken around here.

[Pointed look.]

[takethegamble.livejournal.com]

[All that smirk, and lookit how she folds. Just like a bluffed hand.] Course it is, belle. Ol' walls have ears.

[At Jean's little look Remy's lips spread in a grin.] You blamin' Gambit? Dat's unsportin.'

[suchagodmod.livejournal.com]

[Hey, those with the most don't boast ... much.

She quirks a brow.]

That's ... statistically sound, actually. Lamp in pieces? I'd make wagers.

[And gives a little, crooked grin in return.]

Between you and Logan, I'm surprised we still have the 'ol' walls.