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[danzan]

un: wolverine history t @ hs, lit prof @ college, volunteer @ S.T.R.A.N.G.E. living at 2008 howard hill, dunwich hollow more info + plots here ( TXT AUTO-REPLY ) This Fluid is in DO NOT DISTURB mode. If you would like your message to appear as a notification, send "URGENT". ( VOICEMAIL MSG ) "It's Logan. You know what to do."

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[enchangement]

[ She's still replying with her other hand, but the one on his device stills. ]

They called it psychic. One-way access only.

[danzan]

[ He didn't even feel her in his head in whatever instance she thought fit to read his mind-- or, well, that her body thought fit, given that mention of lack of control.

That's level five mutant shit. ]

Can you read my mind now? [ And for the sake of the exercise, he thinks about a corgi playing in a puddle. ]

[enchangement]

It's very cute, with a fuzzy butt. And now it's getting all wet.

[ She sticks out her tongue a little but puts it away almost immediately. ]

Simon explains it better. Her brother. He's just smart.

[danzan]

[ So she really can read. Remembering she'd been there for the corn maze makes Logan feel even worse than he already did. ]

My brother was pretty damn smart, too. [ Lifting a hand, he hesitates... then pats River on the head. ]

It's nice to know a psychic around here. I don't know how much help I'll be, but if you ever wanna learn how to control it-- I can try and teach you sometime. All right?

[enchangement]

[ She makes a happy little noise at the pat. Touches are nice. Contact is nice. Adults who will probably take care of her if allowed and able are nice. ]

The control might be out of her hands. Extenuating circumstances. Circumcision of the brain.