TAKE IN // LET GO

Whenever Winter came, Galileo found themself extremely bored. There was nothing to do, the cold seemed to bite into skin leaving rosy cheeks and running noses on each person they passed. Not to mention, Galileo felt that wearing their suit seemed impractical. Sure, they went almost everywhere with their blasters and constantly wore their jet boots, something that Galileo could never part with. The boredom was tearing into them, until Galileo noticed another, slightly younger than them. Not to mention, interactions sometimes brought entertainment depending on the crowd. “I haven’t see you around this area before,” Galileo spoke, which was a truth. Mostly because Galileo doesn’t care about scouting out other. “Name’s Astrid.” A lie that the other didn’t need to know. Step one of looking for entertainment, never give a name that belongs to you. It makes a trail, if there is one, much easier to follow. “You got a name?” ( @energiies )

it’s always been true of pascal that they stand out in the crowd. someone as tall as they are looking around wondrously at details no one notices --- a crack on the sidewalk sprouting flowers, a bird walking by across the street, a plane somewhere above them --- has always drawn weird looks. pascal’s been fine with it all of their life, content to wander life like this. yet, as distracted as they are, they find themself blinking at someone directing words towards him. “oh!” he blinks, smiling small at making a new friend. “hiya! name’s pascal. ‘s nice t’ meetcha!” they hold out a hand to shake hello. “i don’t come ‘round here much,” they admit a bit sheepishly. “was jus’ wanderin’ ‘round, seein’ the decorations. i love me the holidays!” man, pascal loves new friends. “ what brings you ‘round here, if’n you don’t mind me askin’?”

rogue had spent a lifetime compiling a list of all the things she thought she’d never be able to do with her powers. all the little things her powers deprived her of. having children was one of them, of course. there were far too many things they would miss out on, like having a mom who could kiss them goodnight. she didn’t know what she had done to deserve such wonderful little angels. ❝ they’re lovely, sunshine, ❞ she replies, closing the folders on her desk, as they were nowhere near as important as pascal’s flowers. ❝ we have t’find a spot for ‘em now. ❞

jules grins proudly as her twin laughs. she was tired, but it was that good tired where your muscles are tired from hard work. “of course ah’ am,” she shrugs. “things are good right now,” everyone home safe no chaotic problems to deal with. jules could think of a lot worse. “sure, if y’know your up for it,”

it’s good to see he’s not the only one who seems at loss about that side of youth culture. “maybe alexa was just a really big bieber fan?” he suggests the first thing that comes to mind. “i can never understand how memes become memes anyway. or how fast things go viral.” 

Wolfgang had never been a social person, purposefully going out of his way to avoid forming any sort of relationship. And yet, all of that had changed when he met Pascal LeBeau. For once in his life he found himself enjoying someone’s company, and it terrified him, yet as much as he wanted to- he couldn’t bring himself to force the other out. So he settled for just accepting it, offering the occasional nod as he half listened to Pascal’s rambling while he scrambled to gather all of his belongings. “How many cats are there?” he asked,  as he pulled his bag over his shoulder, turning to look at the other male. “And you don’t have to worry about me telling any of them- animals don’t really like me.”

There’s such a stark difference between Aki and the LeBeau twins, and at first it had been a little jarring. He didn’t really know how to handle it or whether they were even going to stick around, but they’ve proven more than enough times that they’re here to stay, so Aki’s gotten used to it. Which is why he’s not all that surprised when Pascal seeks him out. Not surprised, but definitely pleased. [ @energiies ]

“You don’t have to keep asking me if you can hug me, you know.” Aki tells him, though he does appreciate the consideration. The truth is he doesn’t mind hugs from the twins - something Jules takes full advantage of - but it’s.. nice, when Pascal asks. That he cares enough to make sure he’s not going too far. “The answer’s yes, by the way.”

finding aki had been like a trivia game, like playing if i were aki, where would i go when i’m upset? pascal had been successful, sure, but no less nervous about if aki had even wanted to be found. a few rambling words turned an offer to hug, pascal was now in familiar territory. there’s little hesitance in him as he approaches aki with his arms open wide.

“thanks, man.” at least there hadn’t been any explosions, which was usually a sign that exhaustion hadn’t pushed him toward error. “i won’t be able to sleep until i finish this, though.” he knew himself too well, the way his brain worked and the anxiety that would come knowing that the device still sat there unfinished and all the things he needed to get done. “i think another forty minutes and redbull and i’ll be good. you sticking around for longer?”