Expiation - IC Inbox

[querulus]

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.

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[computation]

[ 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. ]

[cactusy]

Do they wear capes? Do they wear Spandex?

[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?

[querulus]

Sometimes, sometimes, and yes, he is.

[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?

[computation]

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. ]

[cactusy]

She's right. Superheroes are lame.

[Sorry, Quentin - now they're ganging up on you. Very insufferable.]