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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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