Laurie, Yvette - Backdated to Tuesday night

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After Laurie's night of grumpiness, Yvette checks on her roomie and has a few things to say on the subject of Forge's departure.



Laurie slipped into the room she shared with Yvette on silent feet, tiptoeing toward her bed in an effort not to wake up her roommate. Although not as silent as some of the feral members of the mansion, she could move silently when she chose.

She placed the apple beside her bed; she'd eat it in the morning with her breakfast. She still wasn't happy that Forge had decided to run away rather then face up to real life but she supposed she couldn't really begrudge him the escape. If she'd had anywhere to go that wasn't the twenty minutes to her mother's house, she might have disappeared herself.

Life had been considerably easier as just a normal teenager, going to a normal high school and pretending she wasn't genetically different from most of those around her.

Still, this life had its good points, she couldn't deny it. What other teenager…well, what other teenager other then the mansion residents could say that they'd helped evacuate an entire Island, and all this before their seventeenth birthday.

Laurie might be quiet, but Yvette was a light sleeper. And after the strange comas, she was paying close attention to her roommate's comings and goings. Which was why she had picked up on the older girl's foul mood of earlier and made the only gesture of comfort she could by leaving the apple. Now, as Laurie slipped back into the darkened room, Yvette opened her eyes and peeked at her friend, forgetting the unnatural blue glow of her eyes.
Laurie noticed the glow in the dark room almost immediately, pulling the covers up over her shoulder and turning her head to stare in Yvette's general direction. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." came her voice, soft because of the hour.

There was a soft noise of surprise, and then a sigh as Yvette realised her eyes had given her away. "It is being okay," Yvette told her, sitting up and pulling Kevlar Piglet into her lap. "Are you... are you being the not so angry now? I am being worried."

Laurie turned over, crossing her hands behind her head as she stared up at the points of light on her ceiling. She'd stuck little glow in the dark stars up there, so she'd have something to look at if she woke up during the night. "Not so angry now, no." she confirmed. "I'm sorry you were worried. I didn't mean to worry you."

It was the truth, as far as it went. Laurie hadn't meant to upset Yvette, who wasn't responsible for Forge deciding to disappear off to some other country rather then face reality. He'd been the one going on about it being good to get back here in the dream, and then soon as they were home, he dashes off to somewhere else. He was going to get such a talking to when he returned, she planned on putting aside at least two hours to tell him exactly what she thought about him disappearing on her.

There was a rustle of blankets, and then a soft thud as Yvette slipped out of bed and crossed the room to Laurie's side of the room. "I am not minding. Friends are being worried to each other, because they are caring." She'd pulled on her gloves and socks as she'd gotten up, and now she reached over to touch Laurie's arm. "If it is being helping to be talking about it..." she began, feeling like she was being pushy, but driven by concern to at least offer.

Laurie scooted over a bit, giving Yvette room to climb up, and turned slightly so she was facing the other girl. It would've been rude not to talk, now that Yvette had offered to listen. "It's hard to explain." Laurie began. "It's mostly just, disappointment because someone left without thinking to tell me. But then, maybe they didn't know that I'd need to know, so I'm not sure if me being angry is really fair. Least, I know that now, before I was too busy being angry to really think about it much."

Yvette climbed onto the bed, checking to make sure she wasn't cutting up Laurie's covers, and sat with her legs crossed under her and Piglet in her lap. Her shortie nightgown, worn over the bodysuit, had a fluffy bunny on it. "Mr. Forge?" she suggested softly, her voice edged with sadness. When you were small and unobtrusive, and listened and watched, you tended to pick up a lot of gossip. Jennie and Miss Terry had been talking about it before going to prank Marius.

Laurie started for a second, wondering how Yvette had known, she'd always been careful not to be anything but proper with Forge in public. At least she thought she had, she'd forgotten just how observant people around here were, not like normal teenagers at all.

"Yeah." she replied.

It was just the one word, but it was all she could think of to answer with. She wasn't sure what else there was to say, nothing that wouldn't make her angry again if she thought about it for too long.

"I am being... disappointed, too," Yvette confessed. "He is being helping me so very much, and I am to be making the friend of him, when I am being first here, and then he is leaving without the saying goodbye." She sighed a little. "You are being his friend too?" she asked. "I am seeing you being talking to him, sometimes. And he is making the machine, for your powers, you are telling me when I am coming here."

"I...Yeah, he was a friend. Or is, I hope, still is." Laurie replied, pulling her pillow closer. "I wish he hadn't gone without saying goodbye, or at least why he could tell some people but couldn't tell me."

"Mr. Forge is being... not understanding the feelings sometimes," Yvette said softly. "He is being forgetting the people are not being like the machines. So he is forgetting to be saying goodbye." She thought for a moment, and then added: "And I am thinking that sometimes, we are forgetting the feelings too. He is being helping many people, but many times, he is being working very hard and not being talking to the people. It is not being good for him."

Laurie hadn't really thought about it like that before, she'd always just assumed that he talked to people, that he had loads of friends. She wasn't always around with classes, and just trying to get through the day without freaking out over her new status as a mutant. Maybe Forge was more alone then she'd imagined, more in need of someone to check up on him, make sure he was at least eating something, getting out of the lab more then once a day.

"Maybe...maybe when he comes back we can start doing that then?" Laurie replied, tone thoughtful. "Make sure he gets out more, is talking to people. Guys are weird sometimes, they do the 'forgetting to take care of themselves' thing. Mr Haller does it all the time as well. I think it's genetic or something."

"And Mr. Angelo. And Mr. Dayspring," Yvette added. "Boys are being very silly, yes."

"Yes, very silly." Laurie replied, feeling a little better. "Now, we should get some sleep. Classes tomorrow, and I think I'd truly get it if I fell asleep in another of Mr. Xavier's ethics classes."

"It is being tickling, when he is being telling you to be waking up in your head, yes," Yvette agreed with a yawn. She patted Laurie's arm again before sliding off the bed in preparation to heading back to her own. "Good night, Laurie."

"Night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." Laurie replied, finishing the traditional response with a grin before rolling over and closing her eyes.

Having a roommate was a good thing, left to her own devices she might have brooded for the entire night. There were quite a few things that were different because she was a mutant but most of them were for the better. Just because in this universe her Dad was a non-being-there for her asshole didn't make the whole world a writeoff.