So today, outside our door, I was tying my sneakers or something because we were on our way to the gym. Boyfriend wanted to lock the door with my keys, which were inside my small wallet inside my big wallet, and he was trying to close it afterwards, and puzzled. "No, no," I explained, "The clasp doesn't do anything. The secret is magnets."
"Magnets," he said, not missing a beat, "Okay, Erik. If you say so. 'Oh, Charles! LOOK AT MY PURSE. THE SECRET IS MAGNETS.'"
and I'm sputtering, while he goes on,
"OH CHARLES, LOOK AT MY DECORATED FRIDGE: THE SECRET IS MAGNETS."
"OH, CHARLES, LOOK AT MY PINBALL SCORE. THE SECRET IS MAGNETS."
Which somehow leads to,
"CHARLES. CHARLES, THE HUMANS WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND OUR ABILITIES. THEY WILL ALWAYS FEAR OUR POWERS. WE ARE, RESPECTIVELY, TOO GOOD AT...PINBALL. AND TRUTH OR DARE."
And I died, because: telepath truth or dare and ERIK IS A PINBALL WIZARD. RESPECTIVELY.
[Also: there are two, like, fucking novels for answers in the comments of the
The Hypothetical AU Meme, one for XMFC and one for Brokeback Mountain, and what am I doing with my life, and now I feel bad for never posting actual BBM fic, but feel free, everyone, to sling AUs at me because I LOVE THEM. IT'S A DISEASE. I probably won't write you a five comment novel unless you are my favorite, though. WHICH UNIFORMLY IS.]