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[paako]

it's 3am

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Charles Xavier | X-Men First Class | Post Movie

[butwedonot]

[ It's the early morning hours and he can see the snowfall from his window; he could remember, in his younger days, that the fluttering powder was cause for both jubilation and distress. He delighted in trudging through every bit of snow he could, much to his mothers disdain, and then regretting it in the late evening while she chided him and he shivered like a mouse next to the fireplace. There's a small part of him that would give, so much, to be able to do that again-- even the trembling aftermath while his body struggled to warm itself; but he was too far past that, this evening.

Not that he couldn't appreciate the snow, the fresh coat of white changing the entire landscape of the school. The steady sound of snow crunched under boots and the majestic moment, the additional sound of children (and some not-so-children) tumbling out the front door managed to bring a smile to his face. Reaching down he grasped at the slim metal handle, dislodging the break and letting his chair roll a little closer to the window so he could crack it open, ignoring the cold in favor of watching the next generation. ]

And five movies later...

[butwedonot]

I would hope not. [ There's a faint chuckle as he leans back in his chair again, his attention drawn from the youngsters and to Emma. Gripping the wheels once more he directs one forward and the other back, turning himself around to get a look at her. ] We've only just got snow, I think they would be disappointed should I get rid of it so soon.

[ Once again the break is slid into place and he folds his hands in his lap, for the moment either not minding, or ignoring, the cold. ] That sweater is very becoming on you, by the way. [ There's just a bit of a sly smile, be it flattery on it's own or an acknowledgement that it was obviously not her usual sort of dress but that she had, at least, been making an effort as of late. ]

Where everyone wears cowboy hats~

[butwedonot]

Probably for the best, we don't need them climbing out of their windows and hurting themselves. [ Another tumble of a chuckle bubbles up from his chest, the kids were amazing, stubborn but amazing. Though he supposed living the lives some of them have lived, working and surviving through things Charles would never wish on his 'enemy' let alone a child was bound to make them rough. Still, he would be patient, with a calm voice and a kind hand-- because it was all he knew to do for them.

He gives a nod in understanding, ] No, I think the snow has distracted me almost as well as it has the children. Lots in thought and all that. [ He looks just a tad sympathetic to her listless evening, he knew what it was like all too well. ] Care to join me for a hot drink, in that case?

LOL.

[butwedonot]

Chocolate for me, I really do not need to be up till the early morning hours. And you're welcome to my scotch, though I can't say how well that will go with either-- but I'm sure you can find something else suitable among the liquor. [ Which was very much locked up in the library. Still, with a smile he turned and locked his windows again-- last thing he needed was to come back to wet floors. Without much hesitation-- he was stubbornly used to the chair by now-- he pushed away from the window and to the door. Hitting the hallway he twisted the wheels once more and headed for the elevator. He wasn't exactly fond of it, but it was far better than having someone try and pull him down the stairs or attempting to navigate them himself. Arching up he pressed the call button before turning his attention back to Emma. ]

If you can find your additive, I can start the drinks?

Sunshine in their minds.

[butwedonot]

The key's hidden in the same place as always. [ He nods his head toward her, hearing the faint chime of the elevator as it came to a stop. Sliding the accordion style gate open and wheeling himself inside he slid it closed and popped the button for the first floor.

Once he was down and through the few doorways that took him into the kitchen he began to work on the cocoa. Pouring milk into a pot and settling it onto the closest burner on the stove. ] Some day I will make these kids warn me when we're almost out of milk. [ He mutters to himself, wheeling over to the pantry getting the chocolate out. ]

Charles gets a unicorn :|

[butwedonot]

[ It takes him a bit, but not too much longer than it would the average man. Settling the cups on a tray that attaches to the arms of the wheelchair (thank you Hank), he makes sure that his mess is cleaned up. Satisfied with the look of the kitchen he wheels back to the elevator, takes it up, and makes it into the den. He smiles spotting her pick at the sweater but doesn't say anything on it. Stopping near the little table that rested closest to the window he set their cups down so he could pop his tray back off. ]

Hope this is to taste, some like more or less chocolate. [ Such as Sean and Alex, the former enjoying an abundance of chocolate and the latter liking it very close to milk. ]

He's earned it~

[butwedonot]

[ He chuckled ignoring the sarcasm in favor of keeping the mood rather chipper on his own part. ] None, thank you, I find tonight isn't the night for drinking for myself. [ Whenever he felt melancholy or thoughtful he didn't care to drink, he found it often made his mood far worse and caused him him to be restless. Lifting his cup he took a light sip and offered a light grin to her. ]

But thank you m'dear.

Emma can ride a Griffin. It'll be sweet.

[butwedonot]

Just enjoying the snow, [ He murmurs with another sidelong glance to the window. It was, if nothing else, beautiful. ] Sometimes it's hard to settle in, I'm sure you understand. [ They were both under the pressure of the constant hum of thoughts, the buzz of other peoples ideals of their dreams, of anything that may cross their minds-- it made for a terribly noisy world; one filled with unspoken headaches and trips away just for the sake of silence. It was a comfort and a curse. ]

And yourself?