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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:46:13 GMT -5
She sat down beside him, put her hand on his arm. "Will you be able to walk still?" she asked softly. She'd been given to understand before that the Professor's disability was due to an accident, but she didn't know the nature of the accident or if he'd had problems before then. If Pietro's symptoms were parallel to the Professor's....
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:48:47 GMT -5
"Yes." ::The thought of being unable to walk was petrifying to the speedster, because his powers were physical. Or they had been until recently.:: "The hair is the problem, not walking."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:52:56 GMT -5
He was wearing a hood, but she had seen it in the past month. "I'm sorry, love." She leaned against his arm. She didn't think any different of him for being without hair, but that didn't mean it wasn't a blow to him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:55:02 GMT -5
::Pietro unclasped his hands and wrapped one arm around her shoulders. It was instinct.:: "So am I." ::While Pietro abhorred the resemblance to Magneto, he still enjoyed having hair. He was too young to be bald.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:56:10 GMT -5
She turned her head up to kiss him on the cheek softly. "I am here."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:57:02 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head to brush his lips across hers. He appreciated that she was here with him.:: "Thank you."
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