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This is my first time in it. But why didn't it work for you?

I'm not X-Men material.
Don't follow the rules.
I'm a wildcard.
Didn't matter that I could make a bomb ass ceviche.

( Hm. )

I don't really do teams myself. Solmara was frustrating for that.

oh yeah?
you butt heads with the team?

No. ( How did Quentin put it? ) There were just too many cooks in the kitchen.

ah.
no clear leader, everyone having their own ideas.
cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria.

a good learning experience though?
maybe?

Sure. Not really looking to work with others like that again I don't think. I'm better off doing it myself.

sure sure
sometimes that's true.

but like... a team up with at least one other person isn't so bad?

Maybe. When do you plan on giving me this bracelet?

if you're at the mansion it could be right now.
I'm not doing anything.

I'm in my room.

( Hiding? Not him. )

[Wade doesn't answer, instead a few minutes later there will be a knock at his door. Once he opens it, Nate will find Wade standing there in all his scarred glory in a pair of Hawaiian shorts and a N'SYNC t-shirt.

Has he seen him without his mask? Who can remember? He holds out the bracelet expectantly.]

Your friendship bracelet, my good sir.

( Nate's there on his bed with a book in hand that he was giving a look over because... there wasn't many of these around where he was from. Or, well. Not many he'd had a chance to see for himself. Even outside of Etraya, given how much he's moved around, he's never had the time to really indulge in "normal things" like this, so. Why not look at a book?

When Wade comes in, bright blue eyes blink at his attire more than the scarring and, with a lift of his hand, he telekinetically pulls the bracelet over to him... along with Wade after, mostly because he knows Wade enjoys flying and all.

Bracelet in hand, he looks it over with genuine curiosity. )

So you wear these to prove your friendship to another?

[This is going to become a thing, isn't it? Nate floating him around. Hopefully so because Wade is all about it!]

That's right. To prove your friendship but also to remind you? [He lifts both wrist to show a few on his wrists, including one that matches the one he'd given to Nate as he'd not been around to make one back.]

This one is from Cable, Storm, Fio, and this one is yours obviously...

( Raise of his brow, he looks with skepticism to Wade there. )

Cable made you a bracelet?

( That's more a dig at his big bro than Wade because, well. It's Cable. )

Of course he did. He's a big softy, don't let the cursing and grumbling fool you.

[Plus Cable did all sorts of things for Wade that he probably wouldn't be caught dead doing for anyone else. Or maybe that's just Wade's own wishful thinking that he's special.]

I do think he wishes he'd been out there on the mission with you. He'd probably never say it, but I think he was worried.

Well I guess someone had to keep an eye on you all here.

( Was that someone Cable? Who knows. But Nate's looking back at the bracelet again and slowly turning it around between his fingers before he lifts those blue eyes of his to meet the other's gaze. )

I don't have one of these to give you.

I made one to match, but it's not quite the same as you making one obviously... but maybe you can make me one at some point to return the favor?

[wade suggests with a shrug, now that he's no longer floating, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He not so subtly peers at the book Nate had been reading to see what it is.]

Only if you want to, of course. No pressure.

( The book in question is Treasure Island, though his attention is more on the bracelet than the book. )

I don't know how to make one. ( A beat. ) But I could figure it out.

( In telepath words, download the information from another. )

[The one with the Muppets? Nice, nice. Good choice.]

I'm sure you could. Or I could teach you? [No need to yank it out of anyone's head, cowboy.] Just putting it out there.

( But downloading it from another’s head is so much easier and just how telepaths are.

Still, the offer gets him to smile some at Wade there before he’s sitting himself up a little better, legs crossed. He ducks his head, strands of white falling in front of his face as he does - stares at the blue and yellow colours of the bracelet he gently twists between his fingers. )

You feel like you don’t fit in here?

( He doesn’t look up as he asks, still staring to the bracelet he twists. )

Like you’re sort of a stranger even among your own kind?

( Mutants, he means. )

Of course. And depending on who you ask, I'm not even really a mutant. [Mutate, mutant. Potato. Pota-toh.] I definitely don't fit in. And most of the time I just ignore that feeling and plow right ahead.

[But he feels it. Just like every time he lets himself get hurt. Other times he does just sit in that feeling and lets it swallow him. Those aren't good times.]

Why do you ask? [Wade is pretty sure he knows why. He doesn't even need to be a telepath to be able to parse that one.]

( At the question, he shrugs, still fiddling with the bracelet that he keeps looking to. )

I don’t know. Just because, I guess.

( Telepaths can be hypocrites. They find it insulting for others to try and lie to them, then go and do the same thing to others. Granted, this isn’t Nate lying. He’s just… not really talking about it. Something else telepaths are bad at, what with always being able to feel everything. This is one of those times when he doesn’t really want to feel much at all, but. That involves shutting certain parts off, which he’s not looking to do. Not yet anyways.

Instead, he latches onto the gentle surprise still there with him at being gifted a bracelet and, finally, looks up from it to Wade there, holding that bracelet up some with a smile so soft it nearly masks the gloominess in his blue eyes. )

Thanks for this, though. You’re kind of weird but it’s not a bad thing. You almost feel the most normal to me sometimes.

[How fascinated and grateful that Nate seems to be over this simple gift isn't lost on him. It's simple and Wade hadn't made it to be a grand gesture, but it means something. That last comment leaves Wade a little dumbfounded, blinking. He lets out a small laugh.] I think that's the first time anyone's ever called me normal.

[They call him a lot of things, but not that.]

But you're welcome.

( Ducking his head some, the laugh that leaves him is soft and quiet, strands of white falling in front of his face as he does. Maybe it’s weird to say, but. Handling Wade’s nonsense over any sort of mutant drama is a lot more easier and normal for him.

When he looks up, he flicks those bangs out of his face, staring to him. )

You’re weren’t pestering Cable before stopping in?

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