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/Do you ever not have a crisis? How do you live? Jesus.

Wait a second. I'm coming to see you./

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/I'm at the Diner. But you probably knew that./

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/I did./

(She's coming out of home, so that's just around the corner. Still dressed up for NYX, because she hadn't had the time to change, here she comes in all her extra glory.

Not hard to find him, and she plots across from him with a sigh.)

There we go. Hi. Nice of you to not kick me out, by the way. Builds trust. What's bitten you?

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When you don't come across with an attitude, more people are likely to let you hang out in their head.

[He points at her with a french fry before stirring it around in his drink and then eating it, in all of it's sogginess.]

And if keep asking me about how I am, I'm going to assume you want to be my therapist.

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I don't have an attitude. And whatever this is, you're too handsome to be acting like that. Snap out of it.

(Bitch you do?????

Oh, my God. She hates when hot men are beaten into fucking pathetic. This is pathetic. Get your shit together, Jayce.

Also, look. Time to fib.)

Someone's gonna have to do it. I might not be listening to you all the time, but you do know I feel what you feel, right? It's wholly self-serving, so you stop making me bummed out.

(And maybe because she cares a speck about the flatscan. Sue her.)

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[Her urging has only earned her a flat stare, as he continues to slowly munch on a fry. He swallows, readjusts his jaw, and with an exhale, straightens up his back and folds his hands in front of him.]

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[His entire demeanor changes, an enthusiastic and confident smile on his face.]

I'd love to come to your party. Should I bring my own drinks, or is it going to be some cheap beer?

[Internally, there's a sharp spike of anxiety that runs through him.]

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Wow, I don't even have to be a telepath to see through that bullshit.

(Although she also feels his anxiety, so that's nice. Thing is, she's trying to do the nice thing of not looking into his brain through this, only general vibes and what not, so she is going to have to ask.)

Is it us or did you mess up something? We're four telepaths, Mrs. Perfect, Quentin, me, and Nate, and none of us are going to mess with you, promise.

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[He keeps it up, and the tension behind his eyes stops escalating at least. Doesn't go away, either.]

All me. Don't worry. You and Quentin were the least of my problems that day.

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Good for you.

(Quentin was not the least of her problems that day. Jayce wasn't either, that was a nasty migraine he gave her.)

Who upset you? Or, I guess, who did you upset?

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You can't actually want to talk about this.

[He says with a little forced laugh.]

It's fine. I'll get over it. Just takes a while sometimes. Tell me more about your stupid drinking game.

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'Course I do. And I could be listening very closely, too, but I'm not, hence why we are talking.

(Oh. Okay. She can not do that, actually, because explaining it sucks.)

... I'm just going to show you.

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Show me.

[He's still giving his charming smile, and pretty clearly doing what he can to avoid a deeper conversation.]

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(Well, okay.

She'll do the telepath thing of touching her temple, a cue that she is about to do some telepathy shit as her eyes turn bright white with hues of pink.

Enjoy insta-download knowledge in your brain, Jayce.)

Hellion and I came up with it.

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Oh.

[The brain download feels crazy, actually. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, rubbing his own forehead as if he has a headache.]

Okay, I thought you'd show me it as a vision.

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I could have, I didn't know you had a preference.

(Look, he's fine!! It's just his first time. Baby gotta learn.)

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My brain's all I got going for me, so no more knowledge injections, okay?

[He doesn't know if that's going to affect him later on, or something...]

/There's contradictory rules here.../

Seems fun. When is this happening?

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I'm very properly, traditionally well-trained. It's not going to mess you up, I can promise you that, but sure.

(Boring. AND HER RULES ARE GREAT, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.)

As soon as I round everyone up, it should be around this week, at the school. You get to see the barn we were all raised in.

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Sounds great. Looking forward to see what the whole mutant gang hangs out. I'll see you then?

[Another thrum of anxiousness, as he's pretty clearly expecting her to leave at this point.]

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(But she is not.)

Jayce. Seriously? Do you really want me to go or are you just avoiding your shit? Two different things. I can go and leave you to be bummed out on your own, but I don't think that helps you any.

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[Now annoyance as the facade breaks fairly easily, as she keeps picking at the scabs.]

I said I'll get over it.

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(Her first instinct is to rip off the scab. Make him so annoyed that he has no chance but to talk. Just gentle manipulation, really, nothing too grand.

But it's one of those moments she manages to catch herself thinking about the craving before she does it on impulse. A summer miracle. She breathes in, breathes out.)

Good. If I shut up about it, you still want me to leave?

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[His shoulder's lower, untensing just a little bit. He picks up a fry again and even pushes the plate a little closer to the center of the table, so she could take one if she wanted.]

I guess not.

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(There we go. Nice, she did something good, and she's being rewarded with fries.

She's not touching them, though. A toothpick is going to pick up a fry for her before she takes it with her fingers, long pink nails on display before it goes into her mouth.)

Deal, Talis. Then pull a subject.

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Who else is going?