❝You can tell a whole story with just one word❞
-- (James McAvoy imagines) --
"It's impossible to spend one hour in James McAvoy's company without being humbled by his brain."
-- Giles Foden,
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To stuff full, especially with food or drink; gorge.
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You rubbed your face with exhaustion as you sluggishly walked towards the kitchen. You made your way along the stretched out, desolate corridors of the X-Mansion. You have finally grown used to its vastness, and how intimidating it feels especially at night.
You noticed a light switched on in the distance; someone was in the kitchen. You picked up your pace and crossed your arms, squinting your eyes as the light grew brighter.
You peeked into the room, trying to spot the person hiding behind the open fridge door. "Sarah if you're stealing Twinkies again, I will let the Professor-"
CREAK!
The hiding party stood up straight, with a mouth stuffed with food and a glass of what you assumed was cherry Kool-Aid.
You stared at the man watching you with eyes wide open. You were about to explode with anger, you couldn't believe what you were witnessing.
"CHARLES!" You yelled and he flinched, almost dropping the drink in his hand.
*****
You made him sit down in the kitchen like a punished four-year-old child while you scavenged his drawers in the study for a lock and key.
You walked back to the kitchen moments later, feeling completely disappointed in the Professor and what he has done.
The reason his eating habits are concerning you is that you recently found out that he has no self-control. The 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters' had held an induction party for the new students enrolled and there were lights and speeches and an array of event happenings... and that includes a delicious showcase of food and drink.
You were shocked at the amount Charles had eaten. He doesn't seem like someone who would be extremely passionate about food but yet he probably ate more than anyone else present. Before you knew it, he had passed out from drinking a little too much.
The next day he became much worse. He spent most of his time stuck in the washroom, throwing up and feeling ill. He wasn't even fit to teach and you had to take over running the school for a couple of days, telling people that the Professor had food poisoning rather than him overeating.
You stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the double-door cabinet beside the refrigerator overflowing with snacks after glaring at Charles.
"I'm not a child [y/n]," He mumbled and you sucked in a sharp breath as you CLICK! the lock to a close after inserting it into the handles on each door.
"Please [y/n], I promise that I will take care of what I eat now," Charles pleaded and you frowned.
As he continued to ramble on about you refraining from treating him the way you were, you ignored every word that he uttered.
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You walked over to the table and sat opposite him, sitting back on the chair and crossing your arms over your chest. You glared at him strongly, shaking your head slowly and raising an eyebrow.
"Why?" You asked, "Out of everyone I could imagine doing this, it's you. Why Charles?"
He laughed mockingly, "What do you want me to say? You're keeping me under your care against my will-"
"What will it take for you to understand that all this inside here is garbage for your body?" You pointed to the cabinet and looked at him sadly after leaning forward in your seat, "You couldn't even stand properly after eating so much that day. It's not good for you Charles!"
"And locking the cabinet will definitely help my image," He shook his head and scoffed. You held your forehead and sighed.
"Well you aren't helping your case Charles, you brought it upon yourself," You said flatly and he rested his chin on his palm.
"I could see Peter Maximoff do something like this. The guy hoards snacks! But you..." You shook your head with pure sadness and looked to the table, "Gosh Charles, I thought you to get better-"
"What's to get better from if I'm already fine in the first place?! Why can't you understand that?" He exclaimed and you flinched slightly, not wanting the students to wake up.
"Charles I-"
"I didn't ask for your help [y/n]! I don't need your help," He stated loudly then looked away. You raised your eyebrows and pursed your lips, nodding your head slowly.
"And there it is... the real Charles buried inside," You commented and stood up. You sucked in a sharp breath then placed the key to the lock in front of him.
"Have it your way Professor Xavier," You mocked and walked out of the kitchen with irritation.
Charles opened his mouth to call out to you and apologise for his attitude but no words seemed to come out. His gaze turned to the key sitting on the table top and staring right at him.
He glanced at the refrigerator then at the cabinet and furrowed his eyebrows. He picked up the key then walked out of the kitchen and to the main entrance of the building.
Charles opened the door and stood at the edge of the stairs, looking around for once then glancing down at the key laying on his palm.
He tightened his fist then threw the key to as far as his arm would throw. He looked it's way one last time before stepping back inside and heading to bed.
He wouldn't let all that delectable snack foods take over his life... Not Professor Charles Xavier.
