Saturday
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"What are you doing?" Jean asks in a rushed voice, dragging a brush quickly through her fiery hair. The question is obligatory, rather than actually inquisitive.
The boy looks up from where he reclines on the floor, two hands cupped over his belly. "To be honest," he smiles, shrugging his broad shoulders, "I'm not sure."
She rummages through the refrigerator, drawing out a slender carton of orange juice. "Hm," she says.
"Yes," says Ray seriously, humored and placid. "And then I'll fly naked into the street."
"Great," Jean replies absently and sets her brush aside.
"Wonderful," Ray concurs, nodding calmly.
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Disclaimer: Whee. Observe my excitement as I obligatorily inform ya'll that, hey, I'm completely penniless when it comes to owning anything Marvel.
Note: Kind of sort of mildly inspired by Naisumi's so very funny 'Readme.txt' - which you should be reading. Right now. Why the frell are you wasting time?
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"What are you doing?" Jean asks in a rushed voice, dragging a brush quickly through her fiery hair. The question is obligatory, rather than actually inquisitive.
The boy looks up from where he reclines on the floor, two hands cupped over his belly. "To be honest," he smiles, shrugging his broad shoulders, "I'm not sure."
She rummages through the refrigerator, drawing out a slender carton of orange juice. "Hm," she says.
"Yes," says Ray seriously, humored and placid. "And then I'll fly naked into the street."
"Great," Jean replies absently and sets her brush aside.
"Wonderful," Ray concurs, nodding calmly.
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Disclaimer: Whee. Observe my excitement as I obligatorily inform ya'll that, hey, I'm completely penniless when it comes to owning anything Marvel.
Note: Kind of sort of mildly inspired by Naisumi's so very funny 'Readme.txt' - which you should be reading. Right now. Why the frell are you wasting time?