[Funnily enough, it's not even his powers that have made Quentin a pariah in the mutant community back in his world. Hell, Jean Grey is basically mutant royalty, and her powerset is almost identical to his. And old Charlie Xavier has done all kinds of shady bullshit with his powers. Memory altering, blocking powers, imposing his will on the masses. And they just keep on naming goddamn schools after him! No, no, Quentin's an outcast because of who he is, simple as that. He challenges the status quo, and the status quo doesn't like being challenged. And also because he's an asshole.
He doesn't bother trying to go around her when she runs out in front of him. No point. He cocks his head and studies her for a moment before deciding to ignore both of her questions in favor of cutting to the chase.]
If we're the same, why do you keep trying to play me, Jinx? [If he sounds a little frustrated, a little hurt, it's because he is. And it's taken a long damn time for him to get okay with showing any other emotion than righteous indignation and smugness, so she'd better appreciate it.]
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the whole batting-eyelashes, winky face, eggplant emoji, etcetera shtick, I really do! You're 20 pounds of crazy in a 5 pound bag, and I am here for it. But don't treat me like I'm one of them. [He assumes she'll know what he means by "them". The pricks who look down on people like them, try to force them into boxes, square pegs in round holes, play their stupid little inane games to win their fake bullshit approval.]
If you want something from me, you ask. No tricks. Got that? If you try to manipulate me, I will know. Trust me. [And he taps a finger to his temple. Mind-reader, remember?]
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And also because he's an asshole.He doesn't bother trying to go around her when she runs out in front of him. No point. He cocks his head and studies her for a moment before deciding to ignore both of her questions in favor of cutting to the chase.]
If we're the same, why do you keep trying to play me, Jinx? [If he sounds a little frustrated, a little hurt, it's because he is. And it's taken a long damn time for him to get okay with showing any other emotion than righteous indignation and smugness, so she'd better appreciate it.]
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the whole batting-eyelashes, winky face, eggplant emoji, etcetera shtick, I really do! You're 20 pounds of crazy in a 5 pound bag, and I am here for it. But don't treat me like I'm one of them. [He assumes she'll know what he means by "them". The pricks who look down on people like them, try to force them into boxes, square pegs in round holes, play their stupid little inane games to win their fake bullshit approval.]
If you want something from me, you ask. No tricks. Got that? If you try to manipulate me, I will know. Trust me. [And he taps a finger to his temple. Mind-reader, remember?]