“I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer…I got the cure to everything.”
Descriptive/Literate/Novella
•AU/MV/RP21+
•#Xmen
•Crossover/OC Friendly
•⚠️TRIGGER WARNING
•NO MINORS
A subtle notch flickers across my brow; a brief expression of my concern before a comforting smile takes its place.
"Well, I'm here now, sir."
A slight lift of my chin as I offer his morning tea.
"Fully prepared to pester you as much as needed."
My lips part with a false start before I shuffle out my answer.
“Of course it isn’t.”
My mouth tugs into a pensive frown,
“I merely…”
I twitch my brows, my voice lowering to a mumble as I confess,
“Well, I suppose I got a bit lonely…”
“I would call it…”
I roll my wrist in a hapless gesture whilst stammering like a fool.
“The /opposite/ of a grievance.”
Does it sound ridiculous? Of course. Perhaps he won’t notice…
"No..."
An inflection to show my willingness to argue this point to the bitter end.
"... but complaining about not getting to certainly counts as one. Don't need a fancy law degree to know that much."
“Grievances—“
I press a sigh from my lips, vowing /not/ to get caught in this argument. A short-lived vow, it seems…I retort with a series of blinks, a bit more sass in my tone than the situation calls for,
“My preference to do things myself is hardly a grievance.”
I should say not.
Seeing as this particular docket contains your newest set of grievances of service, I should say /coincidence/ has absolutely nothing to do with it.
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A smug little smirk tugs at my lips, my gaze shifting to glance at the floor for only a brief moment.
"Oh, I don't think that's entirely true, sir..."
My focus returns to him with no shortage of amusement.
"In fact, I would say you make somewhat of a habit of it."
“Well, I…”
I blink wildly before committing to my sinking ship of a story,
“Yes.”
I mumble shamelessly, my sights falling to my lap,
“I’ve never pouted a day in my life.”
Is it true? Perhaps not…but he leaves me absolutely no choice when he makes such a flawless argument…
I twitch my brows, my rebuttal just waiting to tumble out of my mouth,
“What /I/ dare say is—“
My sights dart to his,
“…/pouting/?!”
My lips part before pressing into a stiff frown, a short breath pushed through my nose.