ππππππ : open, @assemblerpstarters. ππππππππ : metroyork, museum of natural history.
amidst all the C H A O S ; there are slivers of peace for those whom are willing to cherish them. thus was one of those moments, a rare and fleeting thing that today charles decided to gently grasp with his hands. joining the excursion for the first time in years, the young class of mutants varied from visible mutations to those invisible to the naked eye, are still judged and ostracised the same way. it's humankind to be scared of difference but it doesn't mean it doesn't get to charles, he always has to grain his teeth together when flooded by H A T E... it DISGUSTED him to his core, especially against the innocent such as his young students. never did it show on his face, he blocked those thoughts from the two little telepaths in the class not wanting their outing to be ruined by CRUEL people.
leaving the students in the more then capable hands of their teachers, he veered off towards the museum's cafe to fetch himself a much needed cup of tea. thus was where the sliver of peace came, his mind hovering over his students' minds whilst they interacted with interactive activities the museum is holding for the day - hence why they came on this day. charles seated in his wheelchair at a table for two whilst his pot of tea brews to his liking, blocking negative thoughts and ready at any minute to freeze all those around his students and staff to get them out safely if need be but he HOPED for the best for his students to have a lovely outing.
almost normal.
unaware of the person as he begins to pour his tea into the porcelain cup.
