inbox; deerington

[danzan]

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@nakedsingularity

[danzan]

[ The hair question always has him looking up, no matter who asks it. And, as always, he fails to see the white streak in question, and Logan winces internally at the stupidity of it all. One of these days he should really just try and catch his reflection somewhere, anywhere.

He meets Henry's gaze again. ] Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. [ He reaches up to run his fingers through his hair, and while it smooths it out for all of a moment, all the spikes go back up a half-second after anyway. It's his fate to never be neat, ever. ]

All I know's it came out a little after we all woke up in boxes. [ He's trying not to think about it. ] Doesn't hurt, so it's probably okay.

But seriously, the X? You know what that stands for?

[nakedsingularity]

_{[What is it with you mutants and random white streaks in your hair?]}

I guess I can't blame you for that shit turning your hair white.

<sub>[She plays it off, she mitigates, she grumbles her way through it--but for all the coping mechanisms she utilizes to deal with Deerington's weird shit, she's just as thrown by it as anyone else. She'd just about panicked when she'd realized the full extent of her transformation, but she knows if she tells Logan that, he'd probably just worry about her craptastic teleporting.

A valid concern, but still. What he doesn't know won't kill him...]</sub>

Hmm...? _{[Oh, this? This not at all eye-catching symbol she's working on outlining in black?]} I might have an idea.

_{[But do tell her. This oughta be good.]}

[danzan]

[ She might have an idea. Logan raises a brow at her. ]

You have a Xavier's where you come from?

[ He's never been the type to beat around the bush. It occurs to him that he's never outright asked if Henry was a mutant or anything, even after their whole teleporting incident, but what if she is?

Life is hard when you want to know more about someone who wants to share absolutely nothing. ]

[nakedsingularity]

Not the way you're thinking. We're definitely not from the same place.

<sub>[Even as she admits to that much, she has to wonder--if people can fucking teleport, what else can they do? Can they spend spoons with their minds? Are ghosts real?

If A exists it seems possible B and C could exist, too. But digging too deeply about it is a recipe for a headache and she's feeling too good to sour her mood with an existential crisis. Who knows how any of this dream sharing shit is possible, or what else is out there? She'll leave it to other people to figure that one out.]</sub>

I've just heard about it.