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David Haller (xgene) wrote,

"Yeah, must be cold up there." In the clouds. On second thought, nah. Maybe he'd never try flying. Even if he could, he'd just be cold and terrified. Why bother when you could just teleport or go on a road trip with your girlfriend who enjoyed driving? Problem solved. Instant trip to somewhere warm, somewhere where the sun was still shining, where the air didn't make your face hurt. Why did he live somewhere where the air could make his face hurt?

Blankets. Warmth. Yeah, now David was actually getting ideas. Thick blankets, everywhere, heavy and comforting. He didn't even need to crave sleep to recollect the number of times he'd simply laid in a bed, when he had one, and hid under the covers, as much weight added to them as possible. It wasn't that he was a naturally cold person, it just felt better when he knew it was cold outside. As if, somehow, that knowledge affected him biologically. Funny how the brain worked, how it could skew your perception.

Again, stupid.

"If I wasn't a mutant..." That part was repeated thoughtfully. "I don't know. If I wasn't a mutant, I don't even know who I'd be." It'd played such a massive role in his life. Would he still have gotten addicted to everything? Still been a completely awful human being because of it? "I'd like to think I'd be okay with it all though." A beat. "I was a pretty chill kid." Which was the only time he had to compare to, before anything manifested, while Farouk was still too weak inside of him to do anything. "As long as we could keep making bubbles and enjoying the sunlight, I'd be good."