[he blinks once, twice, withdraws the hand to rifle through his silver hair, fingers hooking around the goggles atop his head so he can toss them aside.]
Okay, what about— [peter hesitates. mostly because of the nickname — P, huh? — because it's pretty cute, but he can play it off as contemplation.] Skydiving? Bungee-jumping or cliff-diving? Shit, man, we could climb Mount Everest or something!
[the speedster suddenly livens, dark eyes sparking with mischief, lips curving into a wide smile.] So, [he starts, gripping logan's shoulders for emphasis before lowering one hand to his knee.] Planes, huh? Something bad must've happened on one.
[peter stares a long moment, blinks then bursts into laughter. not at logan, of course, but because that means--] Guess that angel guy's the only one meant for it, then.
Planes are like, some of the safest things ever made, though?
[he shakes his head, arms tucking loosely across his mid-section.] But I guess you're right about us being freaks, too. [smirk.] Might as well let our flag fly.
[ Logan makes some brief gesture around them -- not just at his room, but at the whole fact that Xavier's in itself exists, and that it's filled with no other population than mutants. ]
But at least we're natural.
Planes? No. They defy natural. [ And it freaks him out. ]
[technically, logan's right. peter spares a glance around the room, dark eyes lingering on the ceiling then averting to the door. he wonders offhandedly how many of them are actually on the 'mutant and proud' ship they all spout off about.]
Yeah, we are. [he drums his fingers along his hip, nose wrinkling as he squints.]
They do, but they're totally safe. Like, one of the safest forms of transportation, actually.
They don't feel safe. [ Logan's just coming off like a brat now, he's sure, but it feels imperative to make the point regardless. ] They go up and down like-- [ some noncommittal gesturing ] like freakin' yo-yos sometimes.
And you can't predict it. You're not flying the plane, so you don't expect it.
How am I supposed to trust some stranger behind a wheel?
Because you're afraid of them. [his tone isn't teasing, either-- just like he's stating a fact.] Turbulence is normal, yeah? All planes have it. The wind buffering across it or something.
[peter shakes his head.] I guess you really can't?
All you can do is hope the person has enough sense to not crash you into a building. Those guys go through a helluva lotta training before they're allowed to actually pilot a plane.
[impassive or no, it's enough of a complaint for the speedster and peter reluctantly accepts that he and logan will likely never be on a plane together.]
Fiiine, [he drawls, his own voice definitely a whine.] No planes for us.
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[ It's funny to think of getting his heart going on purpose -- for fun, instead of the adrenaline that comes in battle.
But that's why it's always so refreshing hearing from other people, too. ]
Ain't a lot of exciting things I wanna do, P.
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[he blinks once, twice, withdraws the hand to rifle through his silver hair, fingers hooking around the goggles atop his head so he can toss them aside.]
Okay, what about— [peter hesitates. mostly because of the nickname — P, huh? — because it's pretty cute, but he can play it off as contemplation.] Skydiving? Bungee-jumping or cliff-diving? Shit, man, we could climb Mount Everest or something!
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[ He huffs, a little like an affronted dog. ] But I'm not getting on any planes.
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Tell me? [and don't leave out any juicy stuff!]
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Rest of us, up there in that Blackbird? Total freaks. [ He clicks his tongue. ] It's like taking a fish out of water.
Leave it out long enough and it'll die.
[ Put me in a plane long enough and I will die. ]
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Planes are like, some of the safest things ever made, though?
[he shakes his head, arms tucking loosely across his mid-section.] But I guess you're right about us being freaks, too. [smirk.] Might as well let our flag fly.
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[ Logan makes some brief gesture around them -- not just at his room, but at the whole fact that Xavier's in itself exists, and that it's filled with no other population than mutants. ]
But at least we're natural.
Planes? No. They defy natural. [ And it freaks him out. ]
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Yeah, we are. [he drums his fingers along his hip, nose wrinkling as he squints.]
They do, but they're totally safe. Like, one of the safest forms of transportation, actually.
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And you can't predict it. You're not flying the plane, so you don't expect it.
How am I supposed to trust some stranger behind a wheel?
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[peter shakes his head.] I guess you really can't?
All you can do is hope the person has enough sense to not crash you into a building. Those guys go through a helluva lotta training before they're allowed to actually pilot a plane.
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[ It's about the closest to whining as Logan can muster, even if the tone of his voice is more deadpan than anything else. ]
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Fiiine, [he drawls, his own voice definitely a whine.] No planes for us.