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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Good, that'd be an awful let down. Now tell me, [She lowers her voice, speaking so quiet that only he could hear her as she twirls her fingers around his hair.]

What does a girl need to do to get that out of you?

[takeitslow]

[Some part of his mind is trying vainly to tell him he's getting in over his head, but every other part of him is having way too much fun to stop before he ends up showing off just how little experience he had.]

It's not very fun if I give you all the answers.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

It's not nice to tease. [J laughs a little and presses her lips against his, giving him a light and chaste kiss. She can really tell that Peter is just making up things as he goes and that he's very inexperienced. It's pretty mean of her, but she's kind of waiting for the moment when he messes up this.]

Did that help?

[takeitslow]

Like you don't. [He wasn't expecting her to kiss him again, however chastely and he's back to that foolish grin when she pulls away.]

Maybe a little. I might need a little more convincing first.

[It's a bluff to keep her attention, he's got nothing left up his sleeve for her to find, but like hell he'll loose the opportunity while he has it.]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Playing my own cards against me, I see. But I think I could use some encouragement, you know?

[takeitslow]

Fair's fair, J.

[He tucks her hair behind her ear, mocking a sigh.]

Encouragement, huh? Hope you're not talking about more Twinkies.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Why? Would that be too much for you? [She removes her hand under from his chin and brings it to press his hand against her cheek.]

No, but that's not what I meant. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me if I'm doing any good.

[takeitslow]

No, but I might start thinking you like cake more than me.

[Which, considering how this started, wouldn't be a stretch. He'd rather pretend differently.

His fingertips twitch against her skin in effort to stay in place, smile turning a little embarrassed.]

Kind of thought it was obvious that I think you are.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Well, there's some truth in that unfortunately. It's not that she doesn't like Peter but so far it's almost solely because she finds him entertaining.]

Really? You've been so awfully still that it makes a girl wonder.

[takeitslow]

Still? No one's ever accused me of that.

[He feels like he's been twitchy the whole time.]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Ah. That might have been wrong word for it, true. [She hums thoughtfully.]

But it's not really nice to let the lady do all work here, is it?

[takeitslow]

You want me to be more forward?

[He's cringing as he says it. It's sounds stupid out loud.]

I thought girls didn't like a guy getting fresh.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Really?

[She raises a brow, looking rather amused by that. Oh, those teenage girls.]

Well, I guess that shows what you know about girls.

[takeitslow]

Really.

[Or maybe it was just those girls didn't like him rather than the forwardness.]

Maybe it's just the girls from home. If you're saying you don't mind.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

You got pretty weird girls, then.

[Honestly, she wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case]

They don't sound very feminine to me.

[takeitslow]

Maybe things are just different in the 70s.

[He's not going to start debating the femininity of the girls at his school. He's pretty sure that can't end well.

He squeezes his hands at her sides, leans into to peck her cheek.]

But I'll keep that in mind. For the next time.

[And yes, it took all his nerves to imply there could be a next time. His expression says he's unsure that will ever happen.]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Things can't change that much just in 10 years.

[Well, it's also true that J has very specific idea of what femininity is and how women should act.]

Next time? [She repeats and leans back, away from him. As much fun it had been to watch him squirm before, this uncertainty and wariness of his is just starting to turn rather off putting]

For the next time I hope you'll do your homework.

[takeitslow]

Maybe it's a difference in worlds. You got mutants where you're from? Cause I know we had those ten years ago.

Next time. [He repeats after clearing his throat, nodding like that will sell his point.

Homework? Christ that's a sure sign he's screwed up.]

I wouldn't worry about that. I'm a quick study.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Good. I expect great things from you. [She teases and pats his cheek, with a hint of condescend in her tone.

However he just said something that interest her.]

Mutants? Do you mean deformed people?

[takeitslow]

[And with that question he's suddenly backing away, going from eager to cold and uncomfortable. He turns his head away from her, looking out over the cafeteria with a stony expression.]

Deformed? Do I look deformed to you, J?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh... That's powerful reaction, one that she didn't see coming. Did she step on a landmine? Well, whether she did or not, the mood is certainly ruined now]

Ah, no. [Save for the hair she almost says but bites her tongue in time. Confused by this sudden change in him she tilts her head a little, trying to see his eyes.]

I-- uh. But isn't that what mutant is?

[takeitslow]

[He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Since he'd arrived people had been so willing to look over what he was, reacting with more awe than fear that he can almost pretend the hatred from home wasn't real. This is bringing it back with vengeance.]

No! Just because someone's different doesn't make them deformed. It doesn't make us some problem!

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Is he throwing a tantrum here? How mature.]

No, it doesn't. [J i>knows that from personal experience, thank you very much.]

Look, isn't mutation's definition some kind.. error in genes, one that makes you look weird?

[takeitslow]

[The most mature. Look at how mature he's being as his voice raises and he snaps his attention back to her. The look in his eyes is obviously upset, but mostly just hurt.]

I'm not an error J!

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

I didn't say you were! [She, too, raises her when talking back to him. She can see the hurt in him clear as day, but can't quite wrap her head around why. Why is he overreacting so badly? And how come she always ends up with these insecure people.]

What are you even getting so mad about?