oo4. partially open.

[betterangels]

CHARACTERS: Charles Xavier + Rick Grimes + Caprica Six (Natasi) + Garrett Hawke; and others as they happen.
LOCATION: Everywhere and nowhere.
WARNINGS: To be added.
SUMMARY: The latest dramas wherein people learn to be telepaths with various degrees of ineptitude, save for the actual telepath.
NOTES: Monthly catch all! This is only partially open because I'm not providing a fixed narrative thing to reply to. Hence, please let me know if you'd like to do anything, and I'll be happy to set up a thread (unless you feel ambitious).

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[dogbane]

[William starts to smile then catches himself and stops immediately, with the suddenness of someone who realized that he was doing something wrong. Inappropriate, at least. As much so as scratching his butt would have been under the circumstances.]

All right.

Tonight, then. [A beat.] Maybe you could mind-control me into fucking doing it. [It's definitely not a dig. Certainly trying to be funny. A fidget moves fleetingly through his slightly crumby fingers, which he quells by making a gift of the softer cookies, sliding them across the table. pls. Izzie's eyes tennis match back to Charles, the stasis of her ears suggesting that none of this is incredibly interesting.]

[forgodssake]

[ After Charles got a bit pissy about being taken too seriously, he ought not to be a hypocrite about it, even if he experiences a twinge. Mind controlling people, specifically up close and personal like that as opposed to the little violations here and there that his soul is fine with, is not his favourite.

But the corner of his mouth turns up, not disingenuous about it. He takes a cookie, instead of offer apology for all that. ]

I think it best I leave you to it. [ He ruffles Izzie's ears once more, getting to his feet. ] Good luck.

[ As confident as Charles is in Remus' ability to be a good friend, he can't underestimate William's fucking mouth. :) But that's all he says, making to go. ]