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"What could I possibly tell you that you don't already know?" he grinned some despite himself, "You astound me, really, I've never met someone with such a kind and caring aura before you. I was never one to trust very easily, but you made me feel very welcome and at home at the institute, which is more than I've ever felt before so I thank you for that. Things would be a lot better in a lot of ways if people knew how to be a man more like you."

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Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours

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I think I replied to everyone. Honestly, everyone. So if I didn't reply to you, and I owe you, please like or send me an ask because I must have missed it. xx

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My pre-calc teacher got kicked out of the movies once for yelling out diving scores during Titanic as people jumped off the boat.

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STAHP. YOU OBVIOUSLY NEED TO TURN OFF THE COMPUTER NOW.

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STAHP. YOU OBVIOUSLY NEED TO TURN OFF THE COMPUTER NOW.

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itsablindsense replied to your post: SIGH.  I WANT TO SLEEP. BUT I DON’T WANT TO AT…

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BUT YOU ARE BLIND. 

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"Clearly." he murmured, not really bothered by it, hardly knowing what was going on to begin with - having been jostled from his sleep at such an hour, he's half-sure he'll be surprised to find Kurt there in the morning, if he is, in fact, really there. Michael laughed quietly, "The moon?" something he'd heard on more than one occasion  and he thinks it's a compliment but he's got no knowledge of such a thing as the moon. "So I've been told. Is it a good thing, then?"

Long Trip and Bad Mission //Michael

He smiled some, “Yeah, of course. You can stay here as long as you want to, Kurt.” Michael wouldn’t mind a couple of nights or more with another body in the bed. Warmth, company. Though in his life if there’s anything he’s grown accustomed to in his life - it’s solitude and darkness. At this point he almost welcomes it. Key word being almost, of course. “Come on. Lay down.”

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 #My girlfriend is more talented than you

STOP WITH YOUR LIES AND DECEIT.

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Michael could sense that Bucky's emotions were teetering, and at this point he's sure the man's mind is reeling to a dangerous place. He's in no current position to defend himself from a crazed...well, killer was the word that was true though he'd rather not use it. In this mindset Bucky could be anything. Anything but Bucky, anyway.

Sighing, he moved and draped an arm over James' shoulders, free hand taking his friend's hand again to squeeze it lightly, "Listen to me. I want you to tell me what's going on, all right? I need you to tell me." he hated forcing it on him like this, but they weren't going to get anywhere this way, and unless he knew what was going on -- he just wished his empath powers had evolved a bit better by now. He wouldn't even have to say a word, and that would have been a hell of a lot easier on the both of them.

Some Things Don't Always Heal (Michael)

“I know, James, I know.” he said, moving back over to his dresser and feeling around through the drawers, grabbing a pair of clean sweatpants, feeling a bit indecent at the idea of helping him with that. Only because considering the other’s current mindset it might be a bit much and a bit shocking. He wouldn’t want to set anything off. He could wait a little until he’d relaxed some more.

He sat down next to him on the bed, taking his hand, using his power the best he could to send calming sense through to him. Though focusing it was still something he struggled with, considering his mind was plagued with concern for his friend. “It’s in your mind, Bucky. It’s not here. It’s not happening.” Of course, it had happened. Before. He tried not to let the past come back to haunt, though it often did despite his efforts. “It’s not real. Are you listening to me?”

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He smiled some, "Yeah, of course. You can stay here as long as you want to, Kurt." Michael wouldn't mind a couple of nights or more with another body in the bed. Warmth, company. Though in his life if there's anything he's grown accustomed to in his life - it's solitude and darkness. At this point he almost welcomes it. Key word being almost, of course. "Come on. Lay down."

Long Trip and Bad Mission //Michael

Michael kissed the side of his head gently, letting his eyes slide closed though it made no real difference. He could relax for the first time in days knowing Kurt was okay - more or less. “Can I get you anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

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Michael kissed the side of his head gently, letting his eyes slide closed though it made no real difference. He could relax for the first time in days knowing Kurt was okay - more or less. "Can I get you anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Long Trip and Bad Mission //Michael

“Shh, shh,” it was obvious that Kurt wasn’t all right at this point, it was ridiculous for him to have asked in the first place, honestly, but he always had been terrible with these types of things. He just wanted to make Kurt feel safe and at home with him. He’d take care of him to the God-honest very best of his ability. “You’re safe now. You’re going to be okay.” Michael mumbled, rubbing up and down his back, hand moving gently and soothing.

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"Shh, shh," it was obvious that Kurt wasn't all right at this point, it was ridiculous for him to have asked in the first place, honestly, but he always had been terrible with these types of things. He just wanted to make Kurt feel safe and at home with him. He'd take care of him to the God-honest very best of his ability. "You're safe now. You're going to be okay." Michael mumbled, rubbing up and down his back, hand moving gently and soothing.

Long Trip and Bad Mission //Michael

Michael furrowed his eyebrows and pulled Kurt close, his arms wrapping snugly around the fuzzy mutant, “Oh my God,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and kissing the side of his head. “What happened?” he pulled back some, hand rubbing up and down Kurt’s arm. “You were gone. No one knew where you were. Are you all right? Do you need anything? At all?”

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"My place. Duh."

"All right, awesome. Sorry I couldn't get out last night but no classes tomorrow so I doubt the Professor will even notice if I'm gone tonight. Around nine or ten sound good?"

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"I know. Do you want to hang out? I've got beer."

"Then yes. Where at?"

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According to the U.S. Government, mutants aren't exactly considered men let alone human, if that makes sense. I guess they're deciding to take advantage of the fact that the constitution says nothing about us, so what grounds have we to fight on in their book? Considering it's the only one that seems to much matter. Yes, Scott has great points but needs to learn there are better ways to go about doing things. He's good though, he's got the right ideas. He needs to learn to trust people again. But he's got good reason, I suppose. Humans haven't been kind since they've found out about us. Attending the institute and then going out into the world can be like signing your own death warrant for some. But the thing to remember is, it's not just the mutants who want acceptance but don't get it. We just like to think we're underprivileged  Or moreso than everyone else. Our gifts are a blessing when we learn to control them.

All right, Clint it is. That's very interesting, about your hearing, I mean. I'm sorry to hear it. And, no, I don't mean that as some terrible pun, I promise. But it's good to know you've found a way around that. I don't see how we'd communicate if you couldn't hear and I couldn't speak. We'd arrive at an impasse, I think.

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You don’t have to apologize to me. It doesn’t really matter to me what those people think, it’s a rare occasion I have to interact with them as it is, let alone sit around listening to the news like Scott does. No wonder he’s crazy. But, I doubt he’d want to talk though I’ll convey the message.

Must be nice, I can’t imagine anything I’d rather be but the opposite of me. And it sounds terrible and attention-whorish but I don’t mean it that way. I’d just appreciate different powers but I make due quite well, anyway. Do you have bad hearing, then? And, I’ll certainly tell him. You’re free to stop by the institute any time, Mr. Barton.

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[Hey, no. Don't talk like that. You're not worthless, you are so important to so many people and you need to do what makes you happy and what you think is right for you despite what -whoever- says. College is a very big decision that nobody else in the world should be making for you. It's going to affect you the rest of your life no matter what you choose to do. You're beautiful, and funny, and caring, and amazing and deserve to be told as much all the time. If you need to talk, anything, I'm here.]

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(( Long story short, I got quite the extensive lecture cracking down things I do wrong (mostly on the  topic of college) and now I just really feel like a pile of worthless shit and after shitty day I had, I’m just done ))