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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 9:00:07 GMT -5
::Pietro refused to allow his gaze to waver from hers. Undoubtedly she thought him an incestuous deviant, but he knew the truth, even if he could not share it with others. More than that, he truly did not care if her already low opinion of him had dropped. Instead he spoke, defeat in his tone.:: "Now you see."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 9:11:46 GMT -5
Shade straightened up slightly, propping her weight back on her hand, eyeing him warily. "Uh huh." she sad. "So....well.... what are you gonna do about that?" It was a stupid question of course, but she was curious about the answer. She didn´t mean to torture Pietro but maybe it would help to just talk.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 9:13:04 GMT -5
"I'll tie her down and rape her," ::Pietro said in exasperation, meaning none of it. That had to have been the most pointless question he had heard in his three decades of life.:: "What sort of question is that?"
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 9:17:49 GMT -5
Shade snorted, giving Pietro a glare. "Oh sorry" she exclaimed, refusing the urge to throw up her arms. "I thought some talking might help. You know that question was not meant ... well... like a call for action or something." She rolled her eyes. Idiot.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 9:31:35 GMT -5
"'Do' is an action word. I'm not a native speaker and I know that," ::Pietro quipped, before breathing a sigh of frustration for the entire situation. There was little he could do, except tell her he loved her and be shunned because he was her "brother."::
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 14:35:56 GMT -5
This time, Shade rolled her eyes for reals. "Be picky if you like." she said, not really in the mood for verbal fencing over grammar. Verbal fencing was something she liked doing, but not really in such a situation and where Pietro´s only aim was to prove her wrong in a way that told her he thought of her as being terribly naive. She didn´t need that, it didn´t do her right. "I meant ´do´ as as opposed to "just brood, not react at all."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 14:45:59 GMT -5
::Pietro let out a half-sigh, half-growl; what was there to do in this situation aside from brooding?:: "You mean do I intend to tell her?"
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 14:51:28 GMT -5
"Yes." Shade simply said. "I mean... well, that´s the only thing you can do. Although... well honestly I have no idea what one´s supposed to do in a situation like that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 14:59:50 GMT -5
"Neither do I," ::Pietro admitted with a sigh of defeat. If he had an answer, he would not have been reduced to sitting her spilling his problems to her.::
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:09:15 GMT -5
Shade kept silent for a moment, thinking. The situation was just... rather gross. Difficult to grasp. Surreal especially since Pietro was telling her all this. "Why you telling all this..." she asked "to Eva Braun´s cohort?" She did not mean to be cruel, but the thought that he actually told her something that... intimate, her who he did not think anything of, was just totally odd. That and her never really having forgotten that particular insult.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 15:21:51 GMT -5
::Pietro's brought his hands behind his head to rest on them. He met her eyes, but the cold fury did not burn as it might otherwise. He felt drained emotionally.:: "You find me disgusting now as well as a cold-hearted b*st*rd. What does it matter?"
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
Shade´s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. "There are two things I can not stand." she said, her voice dangerously low. "One of them is when others pretent to know what I´m thinking. I´m not one to judge your feelings. I actually started to believe you had a reason to be as uptight and messed up as you are." She broke herself off at that point. Calm down, Shadey, he´s not worth getting you angry.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 15:36:31 GMT -5
::Pietro did not react to her anger; he merely remained seated as he was, watching her. What he could not stand was pity, yet that was neither here nor there at the moment. Instead, he spoke in a low tone.:: "I am not 'messed up.'"
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:43:03 GMT -5
"Never smiling." Shade elaborated. "mistrusting a person you don´t know anything about, never cracking a joke, always sounding and looking bitter." She shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze fixed on him. "I see how a lot of people are like this of course." Sarcasm. Meaning she was seriously annoyed.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 15:50:17 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes narrowed at her tone. Sarcasm was a skill in which he was gifted, but preferred not to use; it had always been in Magneto's arsenal. His temper flared as she listed off those aspects of his personality which served to isolate him more than his speed did. As though he were unaware. Hands curled into fists behind his head, body tensed, accent thicker as he spoke. He had not spoken so harshly to anyone but the shape-shifter in months, but she had earned this.:: "I am bitter. I have no reason to trust others, as they always betray me. When I find a reason to crack a God Damned smile, I will, and you want a joke? Knock. Knock."
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