Peace was never an option.

It's fine, I guess.

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Hello, Vision. The South Wing is not hard to find. There's a reason why is called South Wing.

Charles could only smile at the thought of Erik and a dog. “But I’m sure you’d want to have some time with her alone, just so you can get acquainted with her,” The last thing he wanted was to get the puppy to get too used with him. From what Charles could tell, the puppies were growing used to him, and it meant that the possibility of them being difficult for their new owners. Of course, the professor wasn’t helping the process by coddling them at every step possible; but Charles couldn’t help himself. They were extremely precious, and he just couldn’t say no to them when they wanted to jump into sleep with him in his bed. By the end of it all, however, Charles still wanted them out, because it wouldn’t be fair to the pups. He wouldn’t have time to care for the dogs, and they deserved much more than what he could provide for them. “I appreciate your words, however. Thank you.” Charles smiled. He appreciated that the other wasn’t going to bother him again. “I would much prefer it if you warned me first,”

"We'll probably have plenty of time together after I take her to my room. Probably while destroying all my books and eating all my food, like all the animals do. I still don't know how did you convince me to keep her." Having a little puppy wasn't exactly part of his plans, in fact he was starting to think that giving him a puppy was one of his attempts to make him desist of his plans, perhaps a spark of hope on him, it was something that Charles would do. But what could he do? He couldn't just say no to her, even when he tried. "My musical abilities were not good enough for you?" He joked. Erik wasn't the type of person who would make jokes of his failures, he blamed the alcohol. "As you probably know, I learned how to play the piano when I was a child, my mother taught me how to do it, though I never perfectionated it. I couldn't say the same about my voice." He shrugged, laughing slightly. "It won't happen again. That was humilliating, but at least I learned something from that day." He took his glass and one of the bottles, and filled his glass with some of the wine he was thinking of reject moments ago. "You are a great kisser."

I know… but I kinda like it. I feel pretty badass.

No, you don't.

Pink hair… it’s crazy, isn’t it?

It's weird.