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Syd(ney) Barrett (_donttouch) wrote,

"And the crapshoots it takes to dictate our lives." If she had a glass, she'd have raised it up for a mock toast. And yeah, it was probably the curiosity of almost all mutants everywhere -- where the fuck did I pick this up? It was, frankly, the only reason she had asked about the sperm donor, though the answers given weren't exactly what she had been looking for. Nothing substantial. She supposed she should have asked more plainly. Eh. Didn't much matter if the guy did or didn't, though. Too late for all that.

Chuckling, she shrugged up a shoulder. "I just wanted to see if it was true with us too." She paused though, looking rather interested in the idea of attempting lock-picking. "I might take you up on that later." ..What? It could come in handy one day. Granted, less handy when you were dating someone who could move shit with their minds, but handy all the same. It was important to have options or whatever.

"All my skills border on violent," Droll tone in David's voice, which amused her because it was sort of an unusual sound. "So I can't suggest anything to see if it works in reverse." Invisible was, in fact, easier. Easier to stay away from people, to keep to yourself. "Unless you want to take over the hotwiring." His mouth pulling off her move, quirking up in a half smile at the statement while head tilted down toward the keys before lifting back up to look over.