J.H. Forge

From all of us who don't have early acceptance to look forward to:

THBBBBBT!

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At least someone had a good day. You're going to be bloody unbearable for weeks now, aren't you? Ta for the advanced warning.

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I was under the impression that I'm always bloody unbearable. I think I can tone it down to merely insufferable.

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Don't strain yourself. I cannot begin to comprehend how you withstand the stress of carrying around that massive ego alongside your massive brainpower. It's astonishing you don't give yourself a hernia simply by getting up in the mornings. Jennie and I have a bet going it's a secondary mutation I haven't figured how to read yet.

I'm fine, incidentally.

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My ego has its own gravitational field to support its mass.

And I figured you were fine if you were able to type coherently, it means you usually haven't grown paws or had your skin puddle off like warm jello.

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That would explain the sattelite arrogance, then. Have you named the outermost yet, or is the discovery too recent?

And nah, Angelo and I concluded that snacking on his mutation wouldn't be the best idea, so Terry was good enough to be my mealticket tonight. There are worse ways to end the day than laying hands on a pretty redhead.

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Indeed. For folks to snack on, you could do a whole lot worse.

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I'm almost positive that was a compliment.

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Hey, Marius called you pretty first. I'm just agreeing.

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I was checking that it was agreement on my appearance and not on my disposable nature.

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Perish the very thought of your ... perishability. Agreement was on the former part, not the latter.

And I think I should shut up there before your boyfriend decides to perform evil tricks with sub-zero temperatures and my shower.

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Just so long as we're clear about that.

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What boyfriend? :P

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Please don't do this here.

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Watch out, mate, for a minute there you almost came off good with a girl.

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Yeah, wouldn't want that happening.

Oh look, lab time.

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Ah, Forge. Master of problem-solving.

How you can spend that much time with Paige and be this tragically repressed I'll never know.

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Low blow, Marius.

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What? I just saw her in the lab.

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I keep trying to jump him, he keeps pushing me away. I go back to my room and cry into my pillow. Maybe I'm secretly a man, I don't know.

~~And luckily, Jono doesn't read the journals, so I won't be sleeping on the couch even!~~

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