this is the last night in my body--

[forgodssakeerik]

Who: Charles Xavier and YOU
When: today! backdating is totally okay.
Where: the cafeteria but feel free to move him.
Summary: Charles wakes up with a blearing headache and wanders through his "dream". someone shake him awake?
Rating: ummm I'll say PG-13 for now? just in case of cursing...
Warnings: none unless you don't like cursing, I'm sure

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[grouchinleather]

[Smacks Charles in the shoulder a couple times with the back of his gloved hand--which just happens to have spiked knuckles on them. Don't worry, Chuck, they arent' sharp enough to draw blood or anything. Not unless he wanted you to, of course.] Hey. Hey. Whoever you are. You sound nuts. Wake up.

[forgodssakeerik]

[jesus jones JESUS JONES, HE'S AWAKE, ALRIGHT!? he sits up abruptly, sending out a sharp spike of upset pain on accident, his head throbbing harder at the use of his ability. he reins it back in, moaning under his breath.]

I'm awake, damn you, I'm fine...

[ugh, it's like there's a blinding white pain behind his eyes.]

[grouchinleather]

[Motherfucking telepaths! He should have just screamed loudly in his head or something instead.]

Yeah, somehow I got that you were awake.

[forgodssakeerik]

You noticed, did you?

[crap, he's being overly snarky, too. damn you, crazy leather spikey glove guy. he takes in a shaky, stabilizing breath.]

I'm sorry. I'm- I'm just in a lot of pain currently.. I'm normally a much more charming person.

[a weak little half-smile.]

[grouchinleather]

Yeah, sure, whatever. Aspirin's in the box on the wall. [He'd get it, but he's filled his quota of helpfulness for the day.]

[forgodssakeerik]

Mnh.

....You wouldn't mind fetching some for me, would you? [pathetic glance up is GO.]

[grouchinleather]

Pain in the ass... [But off he trudges, and comes back with a little packet of asprin and a bottle of water from the vending machine.] Anything else, your telepathic highness?

[forgodssakeerik]

No, thank you, but I'm grateful you did.

[he downs the pills like a pro, squinting up at Midnighter.]

...Highness, hmm? Do me a favour; please don't go around spreading that particular bit of information?

[grouchinleather]

Don't worry, I'm quite good at keeping secrets... Then again you knew that already, didn't you?

[forgodssakeerik]

No. I don't spend all my waking time in others' heads, you know.

Besides, this headache is making it much too difficult to focus on thoughts. I'm- I'm really only hearing surface things, naturally.

[grouchinleather]

Maybe the collar's got something to do with it. [Points to the shiny thing around Xavier's neck.]

[forgodssakeerik]

Nnn. Perhaps.

Though, this sort of pain ... this usually means I'm over my limit.

[grouchinleather]

I'm not an experts on telepaths short of knowing they're a pain in the ass, so I can't really help you there.

[forgodssakeerik]

Ah, well. Trust me, it isn't pleasant.

[grouchinleather]

I know how fucked up my own head is, I don't need to deal with the crap in everyone else's.

[forgodssakeerik]

It is incredibly difficult unless you've had some practice, and I've had quite a lot of it. 18 years, in fact. It can be incredibly helpful, at times...