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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 1:39:02 GMT -5
"University," she said quietly. "Provided we don't get any more surprise visits from robots bent on killing us."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 1:41:31 GMT -5
::University...Pietro should have known by now that few were content to end education as he had done. Most would go further, like Scott, Jean, and Ororo. Yet America was large, and he could easily find himself separated from her by great distance. He would run it, of course, to meet her, but the separation would not be easy. One would think he would be used to the idea, the second time around, and yet...:: "Where?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 1:51:02 GMT -5
'In the city." Her free hand came out of her pocket and took his, now that she was convinced it would not disappear. "I don't know which campus yet, but I know my major at least."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 1:55:57 GMT -5
::Manhattan was not far; Pietro could certainly accept that. As she took his hand, he stroked her palm with his thumb.:: "Will it be music?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 1:59:35 GMT -5
That made her smile. "You're reading my thoughts."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 2:02:25 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head, diffusing that possibility. His abilities always been physical, even those that appeared mental, the perspective, had a physical cause. Telepathy and other mental abilities, as fascinated as he was by them, because of the stark contrast, were beyond him.:: "I listen when you speak."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 2:12:46 GMT -5
"I like that better." She tilted her hand palm upwards, enjoying the touch. "I'll be coming back to the Mansion on weekends, for help with my powers."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 2:14:32 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; weekends he would be able to manage. He had contented himself with far less than that in the past.:: "Will you return only for training?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 2:19:45 GMT -5
"Of course not." She tilted her head up to look at him with a slight smile. "My time will be my own otherwise."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 2:22:38 GMT -5
::Pietro was relieved, gladdened to hear that, and his features relaxed from the knowledge.:: "I will cherish the weekends."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 16:02:25 GMT -5
"I couldn't come here without seeing you at all." She chuckled a little. "And I dread to think of what craziness I'll have to put up with in a university dorm."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 16:09:46 GMT -5
::Pietro thought of the stories he had heard from the others of their own times at University.:: "Binge drinking, indecent exposure, late-night parties."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 16:14:13 GMT -5
"Trophy condoms on doorknobs, and giggling girls coming back from rush parties." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should just stay here."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 16:17:47 GMT -5
::Pietro stroked the flesh between her thumb and forefinger.:: "It would be a lie if I said I did not want you to stay."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 16:20:12 GMT -5
"You could come with me." The comment was out before she had a chance to think about it closely enough.
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