I don't want a next life. I just want a nap.

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She smiled and nodded as she relaxed in the car. Thankfully the drive back was filled with laughter and nothing crazy. They made it back home and started to pack up everything they would need for the camping on the lake. Natalie made sure to get anything that Blair would ask for as well.

Blair was happy to make her sister laugh after the day she had. Once they got home she packed their snacks they’d need and also her clothes and toiletries. Once they were all set she smiled over at Natalie. “Alright I think I got everything we need. Are you ready?”

She nodded as she held out her bag, "Ya, I think and hope so. Think I should bring anything for your employer's kids?" She asked as she looked around their small apartment, wondering if there was anything they could even offer.

She smiled at her sister and shrugged “I mean maybe some board games? I’m sure he probably will bring their toys to keep them busy. But I think we can’t go wrong with some fun board games.”

She nodded, "Okay, then, I think that I'll just bring Chutes and Ladders." She offered before running off to grab the small, easy board game. She hoped that this would help her sister get this job.

She smiled nodding her head “we haven’t played that game in a really long time. I’m sure they’ll love it.” She said with a hum before she grabbed her car keys and started to load up the car with their stuff.

Soon the sisters had the car all packed up with everything they were planning on taking. They were finally on the road and heading to the lake. Natalie was ready for a relaxing weekend, and she hoped that her sister would be able to get this job for several reasons.

[I've got this, it's okay.] He nodded quickly, trying to calm down on focus on restoring it. While an organic diamond form was a fun party trick and made him pretty resistant to most things, it was obvious, which was very dangerous in the current climate. He nodded, making sure they weren't being observed since it was dangerous. [I've got the telepathy back, which I needed. The world isn't always safe and I missed it too much. The diamond form is like an extra power. Makes me all strong, not to mention kinda pretty. I'm hoping my own might come back, in time.] He laughed. The laughter covered his nervousness. The demonstrations were getting more violent, policies getting harsher as he signed to Clint, although he needed to think on how to say certain things. [I've also been helping the mutant underground... Evacuating families to safer countries like Canada or Mexico to avoid persecution. I can't sit by and let what few of us remain suffer.] With the population decimated, it became concerted effort, a word Saburo knew most were not comfortable with.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

[Understood.] Had to be careful... Thoughts were delicate, poke the wrong one and the whole lot could come down. "Um... I was thinking crab linguine? Relatively seasonal, should be nice. Everyone likes it... Maybe a side salad, I'll see what they have." He looked at the hearing aid. "Interference?" He asked.

Clint shrugged, "Not sure. I'm going to hope that it's just interference and not anything more sinister." He commented before starting to fiddle with it as they walked around, letting Saburo lead them to what he'll need. "But the menu sounds great." He offered.

"More sinister?" He asked concernedly. Why would they be under threat out here, the point of the place was that so they were off grid. Still, that was a future concern to ponder, if it became a concern at all as he continued looking around the aisle. "Thanks. Dessert is probably going to be Tiramisu. Shouldn't take too long to make, famous last words."

"Thank you. It's hopefully nothing, but being careful never hurt anyone." He flicked through the list on his phone, intending to get a few ingredients for some things he could batch cook for the week, it made more sense economically. "No, but I'm well versed in the theory. Espresso-soaked ladyfingers layered with marscapone whipped with cream, dusted with cocoa powder. Probably best left to chill for several hours, but ain't nobody got time for that." Saburo grinned. "Shopbought stuff often has alcohol in it and the texture isn't right and it's only one layer when it should be 2, but that's because I'm an irritating perfectionist that nobody should listen to."

Clint chuckled and shook his head, "And yet you don't want to wait for it." He joked. This was a fun time for them to spend together. They got to just be themselves, and after the shopping, Clint will make sure that Saburo will have time to himself if needed to let his masking fall. He knew that hiding oneself can be exhausting.

"Who wants to wait? It's delicious... Might make a big batch of it so we can just help ourselves when we want a snack or something to go with the coffee. Add more coffee to your coffee break and just become this caffeine demon of efficiency. Regardless, we've got a few hours, that's close enough to overnight." He snickered. This was nice... Just normal family time, no life or death, no space monsters trying to wipe out everything.

He laughed, "Honestly, that might be what I need some mornings. Coffee with my coffee." He laughed as he patted Saburo's back. He shrugged, "Close enough to overnight." He agreed.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

[Understood.] Had to be careful... Thoughts were delicate, poke the wrong one and the whole lot could come down. "Um... I was thinking crab linguine? Relatively seasonal, should be nice. Everyone likes it... Maybe a side salad, I'll see what they have." He looked at the hearing aid. "Interference?" He asked.

Clint shrugged, "Not sure. I'm going to hope that it's just interference and not anything more sinister." He commented before starting to fiddle with it as they walked around, letting Saburo lead them to what he'll need. "But the menu sounds great." He offered.

"More sinister?" He asked concernedly. Why would they be under threat out here, the point of the place was that so they were off grid. Still, that was a future concern to ponder, if it became a concern at all as he continued looking around the aisle. "Thanks. Dessert is probably going to be Tiramisu. Shouldn't take too long to make, famous last words."

"Thank you. It's hopefully nothing, but being careful never hurt anyone." He flicked through the list on his phone, intending to get a few ingredients for some things he could batch cook for the week, it made more sense economically. "No, but I'm well versed in the theory. Espresso-soaked ladyfingers layered with marscapone whipped with cream, dusted with cocoa powder. Probably best left to chill for several hours, but ain't nobody got time for that." Saburo grinned. "Shopbought stuff often has alcohol in it and the texture isn't right and it's only one layer when it should be 2, but that's because I'm an irritating perfectionist that nobody should listen to."

Clint chuckled and shook his head, "And yet you don't want to wait for it." He joked. This was a fun time for them to spend together. They got to just be themselves, and after the shopping, Clint will make sure that Saburo will have time to himself if needed to let his masking fall. He knew that hiding oneself can be exhausting.

"Who wants to wait? It's delicious... Might make a big batch of it so we can just help ourselves when we want a snack or something to go with the coffee. Add more coffee to your coffee break and just become this caffeine demon of efficiency. Regardless, we've got a few hours, that's close enough to overnight." He snickered. This was nice... Just normal family time, no life or death, no space monsters trying to wipe out everything.

He laughed, "Honestly, that might be what I need some mornings. Coffee with my coffee." He laughed as he patted Saburo's back. He shrugged, "Close enough to overnight." He agreed.

She smiled and nodded as she relaxed in the car. Thankfully the drive back was filled with laughter and nothing crazy. They made it back home and started to pack up everything they would need for the camping on the lake. Natalie made sure to get anything that Blair would ask for as well.

Blair was happy to make her sister laugh after the day she had. Once they got home she packed their snacks they’d need and also her clothes and toiletries. Once they were all set she smiled over at Natalie. “Alright I think I got everything we need. Are you ready?”

She nodded as she held out her bag, "Ya, I think and hope so. Think I should bring anything for your employer's kids?" She asked as she looked around their small apartment, wondering if there was anything they could even offer.

She smiled at her sister and shrugged “I mean maybe some board games? I’m sure he probably will bring their toys to keep them busy. But I think we can’t go wrong with some fun board games.”

She nodded, "Okay, then, I think that I'll just bring Chutes and Ladders." She offered before running off to grab the small, easy board game. She hoped that this would help her sister get this job.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

[Understood.] Had to be careful... Thoughts were delicate, poke the wrong one and the whole lot could come down. "Um... I was thinking crab linguine? Relatively seasonal, should be nice. Everyone likes it... Maybe a side salad, I'll see what they have." He looked at the hearing aid. "Interference?" He asked.

Clint shrugged, "Not sure. I'm going to hope that it's just interference and not anything more sinister." He commented before starting to fiddle with it as they walked around, letting Saburo lead them to what he'll need. "But the menu sounds great." He offered.

"More sinister?" He asked concernedly. Why would they be under threat out here, the point of the place was that so they were off grid. Still, that was a future concern to ponder, if it became a concern at all as he continued looking around the aisle. "Thanks. Dessert is probably going to be Tiramisu. Shouldn't take too long to make, famous last words."

"Thank you. It's hopefully nothing, but being careful never hurt anyone." He flicked through the list on his phone, intending to get a few ingredients for some things he could batch cook for the week, it made more sense economically. "No, but I'm well versed in the theory. Espresso-soaked ladyfingers layered with marscapone whipped with cream, dusted with cocoa powder. Probably best left to chill for several hours, but ain't nobody got time for that." Saburo grinned. "Shopbought stuff often has alcohol in it and the texture isn't right and it's only one layer when it should be 2, but that's because I'm an irritating perfectionist that nobody should listen to."

Clint chuckled and shook his head, "And yet you don't want to wait for it." He joked. This was a fun time for them to spend together. They got to just be themselves, and after the shopping, Clint will make sure that Saburo will have time to himself if needed to let his masking fall. He knew that hiding oneself can be exhausting.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

[Understood.] Had to be careful... Thoughts were delicate, poke the wrong one and the whole lot could come down. "Um... I was thinking crab linguine? Relatively seasonal, should be nice. Everyone likes it... Maybe a side salad, I'll see what they have." He looked at the hearing aid. "Interference?" He asked.

Clint shrugged, "Not sure. I'm going to hope that it's just interference and not anything more sinister." He commented before starting to fiddle with it as they walked around, letting Saburo lead them to what he'll need. "But the menu sounds great." He offered.

"More sinister?" He asked concernedly. Why would they be under threat out here, the point of the place was that so they were off grid. Still, that was a future concern to ponder, if it became a concern at all as he continued looking around the aisle. "Thanks. Dessert is probably going to be Tiramisu. Shouldn't take too long to make, famous last words."

She smiled and nodded as she relaxed in the car. Thankfully the drive back was filled with laughter and nothing crazy. They made it back home and started to pack up everything they would need for the camping on the lake. Natalie made sure to get anything that Blair would ask for as well.

Blair was happy to make her sister laugh after the day she had. Once they got home she packed their snacks they’d need and also her clothes and toiletries. Once they were all set she smiled over at Natalie. “Alright I think I got everything we need. Are you ready?”

She nodded as she held out her bag, "Ya, I think and hope so. Think I should bring anything for your employer's kids?" She asked as she looked around their small apartment, wondering if there was anything they could even offer.

She smiled and nodded as she relaxed in the car. Thankfully the drive back was filled with laughter and nothing crazy. They made it back home and started to pack up everything they would need for the camping on the lake. Natalie made sure to get anything that Blair would ask for as well.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

[Understood.] Had to be careful... Thoughts were delicate, poke the wrong one and the whole lot could come down. "Um... I was thinking crab linguine? Relatively seasonal, should be nice. Everyone likes it... Maybe a side salad, I'll see what they have." He looked at the hearing aid. "Interference?" He asked.

Clint shrugged, "Not sure. I'm going to hope that it's just interference and not anything more sinister." He commented before starting to fiddle with it as they walked around, letting Saburo lead them to what he'll need. "But the menu sounds great." He offered.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.

Taking Nathaniel gently and guiding him away, the little store seemed like a good place to vanish in. Plus, he needed to shop for dinner, he promised Nathaniel crab cream croquettes for getting a good grade. [Not a thought, more just a gentle focusing of attention. A subtle shift in their perception, too small to notice. I'm very good at being undetected...] He explained, being quite fast and discreet, breaking up the message as he looked at produce, making it look like fiddling or stimming.

Grabbing his shades from his bag, he put them on to disguise the blue light his eyes now made when using telepathy. The man trying to extort the woman just stopped, unlocked the clamp and handed over the thick wad of money in his pocket to her before just collapsing unconscious. [He's fine. Asleep for a while. Police just had a thought.] He signed quickly, watching the woman leave as he sighed, seeing the cops come. They still made him visibly uncomfortable, even if they weren't Sentinel Services as he sipped his vanilla milkshake.