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“So the standards for a good day are low low,” Lucinda mused, “Have people actually done that? Poured a drink on you?” She asked, shaking her head, “You have to wonder what goes through their heads, right? Who raised them like that?” Lucinda spoke with a sigh, “It started with my alarm not going off and it all went downhill from there.” 

“Sadly, yes.” He chuckled, especially since right now he’d take any small thing to make the day a good one over a shitty one. “I’d love to say no, that they’ve not happened, but actually all three have happened within the last three weeks. Two by the same customer.” Jude snorted, “I’d love to know how raised them, but then again some of the worst ones are the women who are in their late forties. They think they know what’s right, that their word is the only way and most of the time they’re wrong.” Jude let out a low whistle and nodded slowly, “Yeah, that will do it. All it takes is one bad thing in the morning to go wrong and the rest of the day can be a disaster. Anything I can do to make it better?”

“Listen I just got a whole new script I need to memorize by tomorrow so unless you’ve broken a limb or you’ve accidentally set your hair on fire– I don’t want to hear it,” Billie sighed, trying to dismiss the other from her table so she could focus.

“I-... just wanted to see if you wanted a refill.” Jude spoke, waving the coffee pot a little to signal that he came in peace and in caffeine. “You looked like you were deep in the middle of something and wouldn't have time to come up and order a new one, so I guess I brought the refills to you.”

“How far into the day does it have to be in order to be considered a total write off?” Lucinda asked, sighing as she placed her coffee down. “I swear, nothing has gone right for me today. Has it been any better for you?”

Jude was clearing up the table beside the other as he listened to the other speak, “Well so far no one has screamed at me, thrown food at my face or poured their drink out onto me. So yeah, it’s been alright.” Jude mentioned, “What’s gone wrong for you?”

“As long as you knock before going into bathrooms, I think you’re okay.”

"Well I don’t really make it a habit of barging into bathrooms, so yeah, I think I’ll be okay.” 

“Ah you’d be surprised. I can usually find ways to amuse myself.” Drew answered with a little bit of a shrug. “You seem a little… off though.” He said simply. “Like your mind was elsewhere.”

“Has been for a while now.” Jude commented, “But I’m fine, MALUM just screwing up my life as it likes to do with the majority of us.” Jude added, “I was actually looking for someone who could potentially help me out.”

A snort left Drew at that and he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe but it’s done now and you hardly walked in on anything exciting.” He stated with a slight grin.

“Part of me is wondering what you would define as something exciting, I can’t imagine too many exciting things happening in a room like that.”

“You mean to get the door open? Would that work?” Tobias said, “Sorry, I’m not sure how they work but if you’re sure.”

“Potentially-...” Jude commented, the look of worry on his face because he wasn’t sure how well this would go or if it would result in the elevator dropping. “I have.. telekinetic abilities but I can’t say I’ve used them. It’s a-.. long story. Part of which Malum leaked to everyone but there’s more to it.” Jude commented, waving his own words off. “Not that you need to hear my life story.”

“Something tells me that you have a whole list of things you want to do, so where are we starting? Somewhere that I won’t make a fool of myself hopefully.” Jude chuckled, pulling on his hoodie as he looked to the other. 

“Sorry,” Tobias said, stopping himself from pacing and planting his feet firmly on the ground, “I don’t do well in enclosed spaces for this long,” It came with the room he’d been locked in when his parents sent him to be “cleansed” of his powers and not be able to escape but he didn’t tell the other that, “Sorry,” He said again.

“No- it’s alright. It’s not exactly a pleasant situation that we’ve found ourselves in.” Jude told the other, sighing as he looked at the other. “I could try something, but it’s risky- my powers are not well tuned and I’ve only really used them when forced to prevent me from harm. I can’t control them but-... I could try?” The energy he had little to no control over and his telekinesis, well he hardly used it enough to be able to figure out how it worked.

“You do know pacing isn’t going to make it move right, if anything it’s going to make you more restless.” Jude commented, watching the other from where he sat on the floor. “We’ve called for help, someone will come, eventually.” He knew he could mention his powers, that he might be able to move them to the next floor, but he didn’t trust his abilities enough to not cause more issues.

“Ok, if I drown you’ll save me, right?” Myles joked as she took a step further into the water. “Even the shallow end is deep for people as short as me.”

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“Did you really just ask that?” Jude couldn’t help but chuckle, “I like to think that I don’t look like the type that would get joy from watching someone drown, I don’t give off murder vibes, do I?” Jude couldn’t help but ask, what had started out as a joke taking a slight turn as he did wonder if people saw him that way. “Well you can always get a piggyback into the deeper end if needs be, there is quite the height difference between us after all. I just ask that you don’t pull my hair as if you’re using it to steer.”

“ Hey, Jeff ! There’s plenty of branches over here, ” Adrian called out to the other as he rounded the corner. “ It looks like the tree took a hit in that storm the other night. ”

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“It’s Jude, not hard to forget given there’s a song about it.” Jude commented, pausing for a moment after he had spoken to look at the other, “Please don’t sing, I don’t want to attract any wildlife with what I can only imagine would be the noises that came from you. No offence.” He spoke, though he was pretty sure he shouldn’t be criticizing the other getting his name wrong, not when he couldn’t remember himself what the others was. Alan. Andrew.... Alvin. “Well that’s rather convenient, not that I’m complaining.” 

Emma was not surprised when she saw Jude approach her with an injury, “Is it bad that I’ve been waiting for something like this to happen?” She asked, although she’d admit that she was expecting something a lot worse. 

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“Is it bad that I thought that it would be someone else before me?” He added, “I’m pretty sure I saw someone run through a patch of poison ivy before and they seem to have gotten out scotch free. I go to tie my shoe and somehow end up with an injury.”

The knot of unease in her stomach lessened slightly at not having to face the walk home alone.  A small, amused smile appeared at his gesture, and Mira stayed close to his side as she nodded, exhaling slowly before heading in the direction of their apartment. “ … Thank you. Who knew you being tall was good for anything other than making you reach the top shelves of the cabinets ? ”

"I do believe those are my only two uses, being a human brick wall and a shelf picker. Maybe I should have gotten a job at the grocery store, old ladies would love me.” He joked, smirking at the other as they began to walk once again. “But don’t mention it-... I’ve got all the time in the world and I would feel guilty if I had just left you behind. I could imagine getting a bit of a verbal beat down from Dallas and Mylene for doing that too.”

☔️- our muses get caught in some spring showers // mirana & jude 

mirana ducked under the awning of the nearest building, her hair already drenched in rain and swirls of steam rising from her arms. “ jude ? i – ” he’d already seen her hands aflame, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to have a reminder of what she was. “ look, just… tell mylene and dallas my interview ran long. i can’t walk home like this. ”

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Jude looked back to the other, his eyes following down to see the heat rising from her arms, he moved with her to shield her from any passers by and smiled softly, “Hey- it’s alright, you’re okay.” He reassured her, he knew she struggled, he got that. But it didn’t mean he was afraid of her or was going to leave her alone in the rain, “I’ll shoot them a message, say we got caught up in the rain, but I’m not leaving you- okay?”

“I’ve said I’m sorry right– because I’m really sorry,” he frowned as Jude brought the water bottle to his nose. “I don’t even know how I managed to kick the ball that high.”

“Clearly you have more strength then you realized and I know you’re sorry, doesn’t make it hurt any less.” Jude commented, “At least it’s less painful then being shot.” He tried to joke, but he guessed it wasn’t actually all that funny and a little bit dark and he might have simply made things awkward between them.