whatsatisfiesme: (Trouveront dans ce sol lavé)
Gilbert Cocteau ([personal profile] whatsatisfiesme) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_ooc 2015-01-19 01:11 am (UTC)

"But I don't even have my safety blanket on me."

Ridiculous. But, though the blond answered with a mocking drawl, the idea was charmingly odd enough at least to keep him from continuing to bait for a fight. He'd been bored enough, perched on the couch with nothing to do but scrawl on someone else's class notes. Why not spend the hour after last period more comfortably? If nothing else, setting up the couch cushion bunker in the middle of one of the student lounges was hard to miss.

So, slipping off his seat, he crept over to the "fort." The last of the cushions was propped up at the entrance - for reinforcement - before he lowered onto all fours to crawl inside.

"I imagine some of us could have destroyed the world at six, besides."

He'd nearly driven his mother to suicide at three-and-a-half weeks, from what they told him. That was an early start, wasn't it?

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