Hey, losers, I'm probably out doing something amazing, so leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you. Or just think really loudly at me. I'll hear it. BEEP.
Thanks! See you in a sec. You can tell her yourself. Love the pink, by the way.
[ Root hasn't seen his telekinesis before and she finds the faint pink glow absolutely charming. She marches forward to the open door without delay, assuming Shaw and Bear will follow and talking over her shoulder. ]
He could, but I asked him to stay out of your head. I wasn't sure your ongoing existential crisis could bear it.
[ She sounds doting and sweet, which means she is absolutely talking shit at Shaw. But she's also simultaneously being thoughtful enough to caution against said mind-reading and possible furthering of her existential crisis. ]
[It's a balance that Root is so uniquely good at striking: because Shaw doesn't want her concerns to be minimized or dismissed, but neither does she want to be treated like she's made of glass. The latter might be even more intolerable than the former.]
You're talking like this to a veteran with PTSD?
[She retorts, as they head through the front door of a place that, if the weird glow is any indication, may or may not be an evil villain's lair. Good thing she has her trusty partner with her for backup (that trusty partner is Bear). ]
[While the spooky glow may imply an evil villain's lair, Quentin himself—all twiggy 5 feet 9 inches of him with his wavy pink undercut, hipster glasses, and baggy checkered t-shirt—is not a terribly formidable figure. He lazily slumps down the stairs from his room and waves his hand to telekinetically shut the door behind his visitors.]
Alright, let's see this so-called "beloved" who thinks my amazing uncanny powers are lame.
[He puts his hand on his and scrutinizes Shaw, looking her up and down critically, before he turns and points at Root.]
[ Root absolutely cannot respond to anything else because she has to answer that last comment first. What a silly remark, Quentin! ]
I couldn't possibly date the Machine -- she's beyond my comprehension.
[ She means that genuinely, though she fires it off with an element of self-aware humor. Root steps aside and back so she can be next to Shaw and put her hands on her (far shorter) shoulders like she's a proud parent presenting an accomplished child. ]
This is Shaw. My little spitfire.
[ She'd already told Shaw who Quentin is, so she doesn't extend the introduction any further; it's not like she cares about the social mores. ]
[Shaw, too, has to address that last comment first; she says Yes at the same time as Root starts her own, more lengthy response, smirking a little as she does. It's the first sign of spitfieryness so far, but she's a slow burn - until she suddenly isn't.]
Hey. What's the weirdest thing you've heard in someone else's head?
[ They're absolutely insufferable and frankly they deserve each other (derogatory) (affectionate) which Root is fully aware of. She rolls her eyes a little at Shaw for the antics but otherwise lets it go. ]
The superheroes are cute. The ones here take themselves so seriously.
[ She's thinking of Scotty and the boy band as she says that -- this is also Scott's house, after all. ]
[Shaw is absolutely picturing this now, and unfortunately, her mental image looks very much like a ten-year-old boy's costume party; sorry, friends. She looks at Root with a raised eyebrow of her own, jerking her chin at Quentin.]
I told her you're an incredibly powerful telepath and can turn people into dribbling idiots if you want. That sounded a lot cooler.
[ Root is absolutely comfortable with entities of terrifying unimaginable power being her friends -- and with being their hype man -- but let's face it, superheroes are incredibly silly. ]
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[ Root hasn't seen his telekinesis before and she finds the faint pink glow absolutely charming. She marches forward to the open door without delay, assuming Shaw and Bear will follow and talking over her shoulder. ]
He could, but I asked him to stay out of your head. I wasn't sure your ongoing existential crisis could bear it.
[ She sounds doting and sweet, which means she is absolutely talking shit at Shaw. But she's also simultaneously being thoughtful enough to caution against said mind-reading and possible furthering of her existential crisis. ]
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You're talking like this to a veteran with PTSD?
[She retorts, as they head through the front door of a place that, if the weird glow is any indication, may or may not be an evil villain's lair. Good thing she has her trusty partner with her for backup (that trusty partner is Bear). ]
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Alright, let's see this so-called "beloved" who thinks my amazing uncanny powers are lame.
[He puts his hand on his and scrutinizes Shaw, looking her up and down critically, before he turns and points at Root.]
I thought you were dating a computer.
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I couldn't possibly date the Machine -- she's beyond my comprehension.
[ She means that genuinely, though she fires it off with an element of self-aware humor. Root steps aside and back so she can be next to Shaw and put her hands on her (far shorter) shoulders like she's a proud parent presenting an accomplished child. ]
This is Shaw. My little spitfire.
[ She'd already told Shaw who Quentin is, so she doesn't extend the introduction any further; it's not like she cares about the social mores. ]
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Hey. What's the weirdest thing you've heard in someone else's head?
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That said, he decides to actually respond to the question related to him. Because obviously. He shrugs nonchalantly.]
Think of the weirdest thing you've seen on someone's computer and multiply it by like a million. And then add superheroes.
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The superheroes are cute. The ones here take themselves so seriously.
[ She's thinking of Scotty and the boy band as she says that -- this is also Scott's house, after all. ]
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[Shaw is absolutely picturing this now, and unfortunately, her mental image looks very much like a ten-year-old boy's costume party; sorry, friends. She looks at Root with a raised eyebrow of her own, jerking her chin at Quentin.]
Is this guy a superhero?
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[He looks at Root, putting his hands on his hips and cocking his head with a scolding expression.]
You didn't tell her I'm a superhero? Come on, are you here to hype me up or not?
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[ Root is absolutely comfortable with entities of terrifying unimaginable power being her friends -- and with being their hype man -- but let's face it, superheroes are incredibly silly. ]
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[Sorry, Quentin - now they're ganging up on you. Very insufferable.]