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we pretend that we don't care,
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RADLEY HAD SHED her leather jacket, slinging it over the back of the chair after the group of mutants had been moved to another room.

Charles, did not find it very entertaining to see that they had broken the window, as well as the statue.

Not to mention that when he, Moira, and Erik had returned to the room, they were greeted with Alex attempting to break things over Darwin's back, Hank hanging from the light fixture, and Raven jumping around on the sofa while she danced.

The man quickly shut down what they were doing and berated them before having several agents move them into a different room. One where the window was not completely shattered.

Erik hadn't said much, he simply commented on the names the mutants had picked out for him and Charles before walking away, whilst Moira, on the other hand, stood like a disappointed mother: with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.

Radley sat down, removing a cigarette from her jacket pocket as she did. She had grown tired of watching Alex play pinball, it was getting annoying with how good he was at it.

"Jesus, man." Darwin groaned. "You are killing me!"

Alex smiled. "Don't beat yourself up, I've had a lot of spare time."

The pair of agents walking by had caught Radley's eyes. They stopped, looking in the window when they noticed the group of mutants.

"Oh, I didn't know the circus was in town." He feigned shock, but his voice was taunting. "Hey, come on, honey. Give us a little—"

He flapped his hands around, imitating little wings as a way to mock Angel. She inhaled deeply, clearly uncomfortable.

When no one reacted, he stopped, turning his attention to someone else. "No? Come on, let's see the foot!"

Hank immediately stood up, not liking being the butt of someone's joke. Before he could shut the curtains, Radley held up her middle finger, focusing as best as she could to light it on fire. Once it was lit, she used the flame to light the cigarette that rested in her mouth.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 16, 2023 ⏰

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