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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.

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.

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?

[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?

[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?

[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!

[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?

[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!

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?

Because you did, you are saying it! [He hits his chest.] I'm a mutant. Talking shit about mutations is talking about me!

No I-- [She opens her mouth to shout back at him, but stops to take a pause, fearing that the frustration of this situation will get better of her.]

Look. [She sighs, her voice is much calmer but there's still the obvious tension behind it.] I'm not saying that it's a problem, you're just jumping to conclusions on your own. I'm just saying how things are, I guess?

[She shrugs]

Like, you wouldn't call a nelly anything else than what it is? Right?

Just how things are? That's just- [ Not good enough, he thinks. He shakes his head, taking a step back.]

No? Not if I know it's going to piss someone off! Christ, J. What does that even have to do with this? What, going to tell me you have an issue with that too?

[He takes a deep breath and then another, trying to lower his voice.] I hear enough of the shit back home about me and people like me being freaks. It's not the kind of thing you want to hear some cute girl saying after you kissed her.

[J gives him a questioning look. So, he seriously didn't notice anything? Even though they were pressed against each other just a moment ago. Well, that's a flattering.]

For fuck's sake Peter. First, when did I use that word? And second, I don't have a problem with any of that.

[She huffs, sounding more and more annoyed now.]

And really? How oblivious are you?

You said deformed! [And okay. She never said freak. He did. If he was calmer, he could realize that. But he's worked up and having a hard time thinking beyond his own issues rearing their ugly head.]

If you don't have a problem-[He's trying to talk over her but he catches the tail end of the question and stops. His frown turns confused, then annoyed again. If he's getting called stupid on top of everything else, he's just going to scream.]

What? What am I oblivious to?

[Now she presses her lips together into a thin line, grabbing on the table's edge. Oh, this is the part she always hates the most. Part of her even wants to tell him to let it be and fuck off, just so that he could get away from this situation.

But somehow she has the feeling that wouldn't solve a thing.]

That you've been licking a fucking tranny this whole time. If you seriously think I have problem with something like mutants then you can just fuck off.

Edited 2016-03-19 02:31 (UTC)

What?

[The question's out of his mouth before he processes what she's said and after he just stares with his mouth hanging open.

Oh. Oh.

He crosses his arms over his chest, uncrosses them, and crosses again. He's fidgeting worse now than he was before, when he was only vying for her attention. He's certainly got it now and, for the moment, he wonders if he's the one stepping on landmines instead of her.]

I didn't know that. [He groans, shakes his head.] I mean, no, of course I didn't. And okay, wow. Um.

[He's scrambling for words, emotions still firmly in the conversation they were having before and struggling to keep up. He backs up toward the table and sits heavily.]

Chirst J! I'm still pissed off and you go and- [He trails off and sighs.] I don't think that changes that you were saying my kind is fucking deformed. You can be, you, and still have some screwed up issue with us. You wouldn't be the first.

[Oh, he certainly has her full attention now. J is looking, no, glaring at him with annoyed eyes, showing that she's just as pissed off as he with this situation.

She doesn't really get why he is making such a big deal out this, and frankly? She doesn't really have patience to understand him either.]

But I already told you I don't have a problem with you! Just what the hell do you want me to do?!

[Her anger isn't making him back down. If anything it's riling him back up.]

You can't just insult an entire group of people and then say you don't have a problem! I don't know J, maybe take it back? Maybe not call us deformed? What do you think I want?

How would I know what do you want? It's not my fault you're so damn sensitive that you don't believe me!

I'm not being sensi- You can't just- [He stops himself, eyes roaming her face and taking in her stance. How upset she was, how much she didn't seem to understand.]

Maybe I just shouldn't expect someone who's human to get it.

Edited 2016-03-24 03:24 (UTC)

[Or then it hits far too close to home with her.

That makes J to purse her lips together into a thin line. She knows it perfectly well what it's like to live in a world that doesn't accept you and only sees you as a sick perversion that ought to get rid off. And yes, she understands that it's never pleasant to be called deformed by someone else. Or 'a pimple that broke out on Mr. America's face' as she was called back home.

But then again, that's how things are. She's a nelly and he's a mutation, both freaks of nature apparently. So why raise a huge uproar like this especially when she's made it clear that she doesn't think any less of him because of these things.]

No, maybe you shouldn't. [There's no anger left in her words, only coldness.]

Edited 2016-03-24 11:37 (UTC)

[The coldness stings almost as much as the anger, but all that shows on his face is disappointment. Maybe, as much as he loathed to admit it to himself, he'd been wrong. Wrong to think that the people here were truly different from the people at home. Things were better, but that didn't make the acceptance here real.

He just wishes the realization could have come from someone else.]

I'm going to go, I'm supposed to be working.

[It's not really true. There's nothing for him to do today outside of the cleaning he usually blows off, but he'd rather be knee deep in someone else's mess than his. He stands, takes slow steps backing away.]

Enjoy the cake, J. I guess I"ll see you around.

[Oh. That disappointment in him really hits her. Her stomach drops and it feels like someone just dumbed a bucket full of icy cold water on her. She's been here, in a situation exactly like this so many times before. Everything feels bad and sour, it's like the fun flirting and kissing from just a minutes never happened.

Of course, there's a small and very silent voice in the back of her head, telling her that she could fix this and that there was no need to leave things this ill between them. But just like any other time before, her own stubborness manages to quiet the other voice, making J only watch him move and leave the mess hall.]

Right.

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