Otak The Canadian and Marie Nomad, I'm sorry but I just don't know Shadowcat or Havok well enough to get inside their heads and do them justice for their 'quiet moments'. This is actually going to be the very last installment and I hope everyone enjoyed them. Thank you everyone who reviewed the stories - they're what kept me writing.
I don't own any of the X Men. But I take better care of them than Marvel does.
The entirety of my omnipresent comrades, confidants and companions make the adulatory yet erroneous postulation that I gain my greatest gratification from the most intellectual of leisure pursuits that the cerebral cortex can conceive: a particularly magnificent performance of Charpentier's Louise or a relaxing read of the collected works of Dostoyevsky (a long night's reading, even for my humble self) for example. (And, my, aren't I especially alliterate today, or what?)
Only the faithful Achates that is Robert understands the veracity of the matter – the true means of my repose…
It matters not whether I am alone or immersed in the beating heart of the crowd: this is a moment of quiet reflection that cannot be detracted from by the mere impatient fluttering movement of humanity. Nevertheless, there are detestable individuals that would seek to deliberately intrude upon this most exceptional of experiences and would attempt to dissuade me from my hedonistic delight. Therefore, I must ensure that no such travesty will occur.
Nope, no-one. Now I am free to enjoy the deliciousness of the moment.
In this quiet moment I am…….mmmmm…..Twinkie.