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Having spent the holiday break in the city with his sister, Pietro returned to the mansion. Some of the kids were still giving him wierd looks must plan revenge for that statue problem he thought as he made his way to his office, knowing he would have some mail waiting for him.
Spam.
Spam.
Oh look, earn a lifetime of SPAM! No thank you.
The there was just one from yesterday from Rogue. Curious, he opened the e-mail and skimmed through it.
He then stopped. And restarted reading the e-mail slowly.
And again.
It was about that point where his head connected with the wooden desk he was sitting at.
Not going to ask. Not going to ask. I really don't want to know and I really don't but omg she's MY age and oh hell no am I going to be calling Rogue my... my dad's girlfriend?! NO! What the hell are they thinking it's like... it's like just NO!
A few more little headbangs.
I need a drink. Yes. Alcohol is good. Lots of alcohol.
And with that, the silver haired mutant just left the mansion and made his way to the first mutant-friendly bar in town and proceeded to find a way to get enough alcohol in his system to erase the images in his head that he really didn't want there.
Good thing he has a high, fast metabolism. Otherwise he might die of alcohol poisioning.
Spam.
Spam.
Oh look, earn a lifetime of SPAM! No thank you.
The there was just one from yesterday from Rogue. Curious, he opened the e-mail and skimmed through it.
He then stopped. And restarted reading the e-mail slowly.
And again.
It was about that point where his head connected with the wooden desk he was sitting at.
Not going to ask. Not going to ask. I really don't want to know and I really don't but omg she's MY age and oh hell no am I going to be calling Rogue my... my dad's girlfriend?! NO! What the hell are they thinking it's like... it's like just NO!
A few more little headbangs.
I need a drink. Yes. Alcohol is good. Lots of alcohol.
And with that, the silver haired mutant just left the mansion and made his way to the first mutant-friendly bar in town and proceeded to find a way to get enough alcohol in his system to erase the images in his head that he really didn't want there.
Good thing he has a high, fast metabolism. Otherwise he might die of alcohol poisioning.
