[Illyana has been at a consistent, low level of grumpiness since officially arriving in Etraya. Her stepping disks are out of commission, which is more than annoying, but she's also been cut off from Limbo, and that's... Well, it should be good. Great, even. She's spent most of her adult life trying to figure out ways to distance herself from it in one way or another, but being cut off completely is making her uncomfortable in ways she doesn't want to examine. And, considering she has no immediate, dangerous problems to throw herself into, she's desperately looking for other distractions.
Namely, annoying Quentin.
One upside - she doesn't just force open the door. Instead, she practically pounds on it. He knows it's her, so why announce herself?]
[Okay, real talk? Hand-to-his-chest honest no cap? Quentin is glad Magik is here. She's a valuable teammate, tough as hell (ha), and someone he trusts to watch his back without question. And after Keller saw fit to abandon him to protect this freakshow of newbies and overzealous idiots all by his lonesome? It's really, really nice to have someone like Illyana around.
But here's the thing: Illyana is weird. And not just like "well, duh, all of us are weird" weird. She's like... oddly chipper? And outgoing? But also withdrawn and crusty and broody and crap. It's a lot of conflicting shit. Also she seems to enjoy bullying him, but in a "picking on my charmingly irritating kid brother" way, and he can't quite tell if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. Maybe both.
... Probably both.
Anyway, she's banging on his fucking door for some goddamn reason, even though he's doing very important stuff, like, um. Stuff.]
Okay, okay, Jesus, I'm not deaf.
[He opens the door telekinetically, because he's busy. With what? Model-making, of course. Like the kind with little ships or Gundams. Exactly that kind, in fact. He put a robot on a sailboat is what I'm saying. It's very avant garde.
[Wow, he doesn't even get up to open the door himself? Well, alright, that's expected, but she still sighs as though put out as she steps in. She rocks up onto her tiptoes, trying to get a better look at what he's doing.]
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Namely, annoying Quentin.
One upside - she doesn't just force open the door. Instead, she practically pounds on it. He knows it's her, so why announce herself?]
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But here's the thing: Illyana is weird. And not just like "well, duh, all of us are weird" weird. She's like... oddly chipper? And outgoing? But also withdrawn and crusty and broody and crap. It's a lot of conflicting shit. Also she seems to enjoy bullying him, but in a "picking on my charmingly irritating kid brother" way, and he can't quite tell if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. Maybe both.
... Probably both.
Anyway, she's banging on his fucking door for some goddamn reason, even though he's doing very important stuff, like, um. Stuff.]
Okay, okay, Jesus, I'm not deaf.
[He opens the door telekinetically, because he's busy. With what? Model-making, of course. Like the kind with little ships or Gundams. Exactly that kind, in fact. He put a robot on a sailboat is what I'm saying. It's very avant garde.
He does not look up.]
What'd'ya want? I'm busy.
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Clearly.
[Everyone needs hobbies. Or something.]
What are those, Transformers?