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Today the children have very earnestly asked him many questions regarding snow leopards, medieval hairstyling, and "whether [he] can still hula hoop".
Thank goodness tomorrow is Wednesday.
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This is how a chunk of you act when we need extra hands on the battlefield.
Goodness.
If only someone could invent a really good nap that /didn't/ involve death. Perhaps one involving a sofa. . . A blanket. . . Something on the television in the background. . .
But science says it cannot be done. It's such a tragedy.
In Marc's defence, overly-chatty men on the street often didn't have pure intentions.
Charles, however, was bound by his moral code to never ignore someone who seemed as if they might be in need of help - or even just a friendly smile.
"Well, Marc, I have a break -
"I'm happy to listen to /reason/, when there's reason present to be listened to."
The professor flashed a bright smile and headed towards the door, confident that Frank would follow him ( lest he preferred to die on the floor on an unremarkable Tuesday ).
Charles hadn't -
- driven himself and a young man in the driver's seat of the car glanced up at their approach, casually tossing a comic book into the glove box.
"That was quick."
His tone was mildly impressed. As he stepped out of the vehicle, it was clear that he couldn't be much older -
In this humidity, there's very little difference between a workout in the gym, and a light torture session.
. . . But only one of those things helps his spine feel less compressed, and stops Hank from scowling at him. Gym it is.
"That's true enough. I merely thought that you seemed as if you were having a bad day, my friend."
The professor smiles, his manner light and breezy, unburdened.
"Although! If it would help at all, my name is Charles Xavier: perpetual busybody."
What tranquility? Charles is having his arse kicked by a cucumber plant approximately three times his size, who is refusing to be trimmed like a reasonable plant should.
"James! Just in time, darling, come and trim this miscreant down, would you? I can't reach the top and -
