[The void-like white room that Jayce had originally conjured up mostly for the sake of making a door make sense starts to take on a few more colors, mostly blues. No other furniture or shapes yet. He's still getting the hang of this.]
/Because most people do./
[He'll try now, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving a decent shove.]
But she feels weird either way. It still feels wrong to have the best thought of her, being it because she's a mutant, or a telepath, or a Cuckoo.
It almost tips her into the doorway, but she promised to resist a little so he can learn to conjure up some more juice. He'll not be able to kick the other telepaths out with this, freaking Omega-levels and what not. But fine, he can use her. She's not a huge fish, but not a small one either.
Her hand grips on the doorframe and her blue eyes stare at him.
/And "mine" would most likely adamantly encourage me to turn into diamond, kick you in the nuts, and tell me to stomp on you with my expensive bitch heels, instead of just letting you. We're both disappointing. Now go./
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[The void-like white room that Jayce had originally conjured up mostly for the sake of making a door make sense starts to take on a few more colors, mostly blues. No other furniture or shapes yet. He's still getting the hang of this.]
/Because most people do./
[He'll try now, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving a decent shove.]
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But she feels weird either way. It still feels wrong to have the best thought of her, being it because she's a mutant, or a telepath, or a Cuckoo.
It almost tips her into the doorway, but she promised to resist a little so he can learn to conjure up some more juice. He'll not be able to kick the other telepaths out with this, freaking Omega-levels and what not. But fine, he can use her. She's not a huge fish, but not a small one either.
Her hand grips on the doorframe and her blue eyes stare at him.
Go.)
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/My mom would kick my ass if she knew I was trying to shove a girl around.../
[The Respect Women Juice can loop back around to sexism, sometimes.]
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(Does that explain anything? At all? Maybe.)
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/Fine./
[He gives a much harder mental shove.]
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She won't fight it. She was prepared enough he doesn't give her a nosebleed, but a mean migraine and tinnitus.
Good job.)