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WHO: Sunspot and Magma
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday night/Monday morning after the Nightmare incident.
WARNINGS: None really.
SUMMARY: Roberto has JULIAAAAAAAAANA angst and likes to punch stuff. Amara says wtf is this shit.
FORMAT: Parangst

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Amara has been getting ready for bed, just after finishing some work for class the next day. She liked to be prepared despite some other teachers just winging it with their lessons. She had just showered and dried off and was brushing her hair and looking over the notes on her desk one last time. Everything looked to be in order and she was pleased with her work. Her momentary contentedness was shattered along with her door.

For a few moments, Amara could only drop her hairbrush and gape at the hole in the wall that used to be her door. Last time? It fell off the hinges. This time it was a wood explosion. Her carpet was covered in shards of wood and she was sure she was going to get about six hundred splinters.

The door had been locked for a reason. She was wearing a silk robe and little else under it. Amara scrambled to make sure it was tied tightly enough around her waist.

"Roberto."

No, she was not pleased.

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The look he gave her was just a little helpless, as if he was processing what he just did. If 'hit first, think later' had never been a truer statement, it definitely was right then. He was still powered up, but that didn't make him look any less confused.

"Amara..."

His voice caught in his throat after that, and suddenly it was really hard to speak.

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In the midst of her anger, Amara reminded herself to keep calm for various reasons. One being that no one needed an earthquake this late at night. Another being Roberto himself. Something was obviously bothering him. Sure, he was always quick to fly off the handle at any given event but now he just looked lost. The way he said her name made her nervous.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" she asked, immediately concerned. Walking over the wood on the floor without a care, she left some space between them so as not to crowd him. Not that Roberto would ever hurt her but he looked close to hyperventilation. "Are you alright?"

Needless to say, the door was forgotten almost entirely, despite the cold air coming into the room.

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Hearing her ask that question suddenly made Roberto feel really exposed. Why, why, why did he let himself come here and look for her?

Then he was powering down, revealing the cuts and scrapes and bruises he'd gotten from the fight, and he averted his gaze. "I saw her."