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SIXTY FOUR ✖ SPAM & VIDEO
[Spam for Erik, slightly backdated]
[Charles is sitting in a comfortable chair in his room, flipping through a new biology book he'd recently discovered in the library, and while he should be focused on what he's reading, he's not, and he hasn't been for a long time, which is entirely the fault of the other occupant of the room.
Erik's been quiet, and for a while Charles had been attributing that to the fact that they were both focusing on the books they were flipping through, but there was definitely something... off about him that he can't quite put his finger on. There's almost always at least a slight telepathic connection between the two of them these days, and usually it was handy to point out different things in the texts without having to get up and show the other, but Erik's just. Quiet. And he's been fidgety, like he has a bad headache or didn't get enough sleep the night before, which is sort of strange too, considering the other mutant usually liked to keep a lid on when things like that were bothering him.
Finally, he can't take it anymore and puts the book aside entirely, staring at his friend and just coming out with the question.]
What's wrong?
[Notice that he's not giving you opportunity here to say that you're fine, because something is definitely wrong, and you are going to fess up about it. :|]
[Private to Spock, backdated to after Sulu's announced that he's back]
I hope this isn't a bad time- [Although from his tone, this is serious fucking business and he doesn't really care if he's interrupting anything right now because asldkjsdglj!!!!!] Have you spoken to Erik or Anya since you've arrived back on the Barge?
[Private to Anya]
We need to talk.
[Like. Right this second. Spoilers: you're grounded. :|]
[Charles is sitting in a comfortable chair in his room, flipping through a new biology book he'd recently discovered in the library, and while he should be focused on what he's reading, he's not, and he hasn't been for a long time, which is entirely the fault of the other occupant of the room.
Erik's been quiet, and for a while Charles had been attributing that to the fact that they were both focusing on the books they were flipping through, but there was definitely something... off about him that he can't quite put his finger on. There's almost always at least a slight telepathic connection between the two of them these days, and usually it was handy to point out different things in the texts without having to get up and show the other, but Erik's just. Quiet. And he's been fidgety, like he has a bad headache or didn't get enough sleep the night before, which is sort of strange too, considering the other mutant usually liked to keep a lid on when things like that were bothering him.
Finally, he can't take it anymore and puts the book aside entirely, staring at his friend and just coming out with the question.]
What's wrong?
[Notice that he's not giving you opportunity here to say that you're fine, because something is definitely wrong, and you are going to fess up about it. :|]
[Private to Spock, backdated to after Sulu's announced that he's back]
I hope this isn't a bad time- [Although from his tone, this is serious fucking business and he doesn't really care if he's interrupting anything right now because asldkjsdglj!!!!!] Have you spoken to Erik or Anya since you've arrived back on the Barge?
[Private to Anya]
We need to talk.
[Like. Right this second. Spoilers: you're grounded. :|]
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[And he's so, so, so incredibly relieved, even though he's still scared that this could happen. At least now he hopefully knows what to do if it happens again.]
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[She's growing vaguely afraid that he's never going to hang up on her, that he's going to let her twist in the wind, that he doesn't even know ending the conversation is his decision. She wants to run and hide, wants to throw herself in Lua's arms and not be the person who did this. She bites her lip, thumb on the button, dallying for a moment in case he has anything else to say.]
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