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[pushtheboundaries]

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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[pushtheboundaries]

[that doesn't help, dammit.]

whatever it was, it's not now. things are different.

[a few seconds, and then he sends another text.]

sorry.

[itistolaugh]

ok but thats like the 3rd time youve said that so whatever

where ARE you?? im worried now

[pushtheboundaries]

[cue the ignoring]

[itistolaugh]

[ You know what? No. Nope. Nuh uh. ]

robert im pregnant

[pushtheboundaries]

[pushtheboundaries]

bullshit

[HE HOPES...]

[itistolaugh]

[ time to send a picture of a positive pregnancy test that she totally didn't pull off page 4 of google results ]

[pushtheboundaries]

when did you get a tan

[itistolaugh]

[ Whoops. ]

its spring now people GO OUTSIDE which i know is a strange and foreign concept for you that there is a world outside of work

[pushtheboundaries]

[...]





I barely remember you
you don't know what we are
and you're telling me you're pregnant.

[just so he has this story straight]

[itistolaugh]

we were friends and we hooked up a few times and then stopped talking a while and then you had a heart attack

facebook status its complicated

now will you PLEASE tell me where you are so we can talk about this face to face like grownups

[pushtheboundaries]

[...................]

de chima.

[it's half a test; would she know about his 'safe' place here?]

[itistolaugh]

fine

ill bring lunch

[pushtheboundaries]

[if she can find him.

not that he's...hiding or anything. he's sitting at the table in his workshop, staring at the papers spread across it. he's already taken to wearing the bracers he found here, and a few more pieces that can be worn under his...'activewear'. dressed in black from neck to toe - his balaclava is set on the table, mask staring upwards at him in silent judgement - he wonders if this sense of impending doom is normal.

either way, it's setting him on edge. at least he's solved the mystery of the earpiece; it's attached to the sensors by the front door. when it opens, however silently, he should be aware.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She shows up eventually, with takeout from the only noodle place in De Chima he'd deemed decent.

Her confident stride slows when she takes in the state of things. When did he start a goth phase? When did he get a mask? ]

Oh, what in the hell?

[pushtheboundaries]

[other than looking over his shoulder towards her, he doesn't do much - but there's a look in his eyes, a narrow intensity as he gauges her, paranoia whispering about the possibility of a threat, about getting others involved - but involved in what? this isn't San Fransokyo. from what he can tell, there isn't a San Fransokyo. no SFIT, just Xavier's...

he frowns, finally turning away. well, at least she seems to be realizing that things are different from...whatever they were before.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She carefully clears enough space on the table to set up lunch for the both of them, and for her to perch on the edge of the table and swing her legs. ]

So you know the the good guys don't go for black, right?

[pushtheboundaries]

[his eyes track her motions, ready to act if she disturbs anything - but the fact she's taking clear care does earn her a bit of credit. and while there's no verbal response, he gives her an arched brow that all but says, and?.

apparently, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the implication. he never said he was good.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She presses the plastic takeout utensils into his hands. Eat your damn lunch, you big bad man. ]

What's the deal with the wardrobe change? Not that I'm complaining, exactly. You look hot.

[pushtheboundaries]

[wow, no. he can take care of those himself...once he pulls off the gloves, that is. hard to eat with those on, but he'll reach for the food and start investigating]

...What was I like before?

[his voice is quiet, but...firm. there's the sense that he can trust her, at least, to some level...]

[itistolaugh]

Khakis. Sweater vests. Crocodile pajama pants, on special occasions. Really into responsibility and second chances.

And technically I think we're talking after, since it seems like you slid backwards a little.

[pushtheboundaries]

[that...gets him pausing with the food halfway to his mouth, looking up at her again, this time with something else to him. confusion, and...]

What do you know about it?

[that intensity is back, this time combined with a need-desperation. if he's so interested in second chances - does that mean he found a new life? but responsibility- hoe does that figure in? hell, he burned the expo hall down to rid himself of the sort that would hold him back...]

[itistolaugh]

More than I'd care to, probably.

[ But other than that, she ignores the question. It seems that telling him is cheating somehow, when weirdo timey-wimey bullshit is afoot. She picks up his mask and turns it around for a thorough inspection. ]

You weren't kidding about being into Kabuki.

[ She stops suddenly as something occurs to her, and looks stricken. ]

Please don't tell me you're calling yourself Kabukiman and making, like, obscure theatre puns.

[pushtheboundaries]

[his eyes narrow - and the mask abruptly pulls out of her grasp. the simple mechanics within it are enough for him to seize control, and for him to summon it to his suddenly upright hand.

he doesn't look amused.]

I didn't call myself anything. What do you know?

[firmer. just shy of angrier. don't change the subject.]

[itistolaugh]

[ That takes her aback for a beat -- now there's something new!-- but then she breaks out into laughter instead of cowering before his awesome might. ]

Are you trying to intimidate me? That's adorable!