time for a snack

[connie_connike]

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Charles Xavier | X-Men: First Class

[butwedonot]

/because I am stalking you!/ And really...15? Come on.

[notmagnetoyet]

[ Erik looked at his half-eaten cupcake. It was white with blue sprinkles. He glanced up at Charles with very big eyes. ] May I eat the rest?

/yay!/ and uahaha. Three.

[butwedonot]

[ He'd picked a plain yellow one, how couldn't he? He had never been the most fond of sprinkles anyhow. He cocks an eyebrow at the expression and shrugs a tad, ] Of course, why wouldn't you?

Why can't I manage to get a number like three!?!

[notmagnetoyet]

I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first. [ He's still looking at Charles with his big eyes. He returns to slowly and carefully eating the cupcake. ]

Because the cupcake meme is devious?

[butwedonot]

[ He pursed his lips with a frown, the words slipping out before he had even realized it, ] I wouldn't stop you from eating, because you seriously seem like you need to.

I guess so. And man, Charles. What a awful (yet truthful) thing to say!

[notmagnetoyet]

[ Erik awkwardly looked down at himself with a frown. ] I'm sorry...

Lol. Aww. Poor Erik. :<

[butwedonot]

Don't be sorry, we're just gonna have to fatten you up some. [ He leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. ] You need food. Like. Really. I'm gonna buy you some if you want me to or not, so, there's that.

It's not his fault his body can't recover! =(

[notmagnetoyet]

[ Erik looked at Charles like he wanted to argue but he kept his mouth shut and just nodded. He finished off his cupcake. ]

No not at all, but.... Charles MEANS well, at least.

[butwedonot]

[ He watched for a moment before leaning his direction, ] I'm not trying to be mean, I just-- I'm worried about you.

He does, and if Erik wasn't so sensitive he'd see that.

[notmagnetoyet]

[ He's six feet tall and around 130 pounds, and that is seventeen pounds under the lowest weight for someone his height. ] I just...can't get as much food as I need...

Awww :<

[butwedonot]

I know. [ He tips his head, indicating the apartment made that clear enough. ] But you said I could pay you, so, let me pay you in food-- I mean, you could say no, but I'll show up with food anyway so... it'd probably be better to agree; then at least you'd get to pick out the kind you like.

[notmagnetoyet]

[ Looks up with a surprised expression on his face. ] Kind I like?

[butwedonot]

You know-- whatever kind of food you like to eat? I mean, we're getting it for you, not for me. I don't need it.

[notmagnetoyet]

Oh. [ He frowned, and tried to think of foods he liked. ] Will you help me figure out what foods I like?

[butwedonot]

Sure, we'll just have to try a little bit of everything. It'd be fun though. I really like spending time with you. [ Oh god, why was he still talking? He couldn't seem to help himself. ]

[notmagnetoyet]

You do? [ His big eyes are again on Charles, this time looking slightly confused. ]