xp_logs | Log: Xavin & Maya

Xavin and Maya settle in to the whole roommate thing - not long till 'Little Miss Anger issues' pushes Xavin too far.

One thing Xavin appreciated about the mansion was that the Powers That Be gave advance warning before dumping some stupid new person into your suite. (Okay, Rahne was cool. And like, 12 but cool.) It meant that you could sort of tidy up a bit and all the rest.

Where all the rest was prepare for the fact that someone you didn't even know was going to be sharing your actual room.

Augh.

Xavin flopped back onto the bed and tilted their laptop up so that the screen was still visible and set to watching a video of drunk squirrels falling out of trees.

Maya for her part was currently attempting to find the best place to hang the dream catcher she'd had since she was a baby.

She noticed Xavin's movement out of the corner of her eye as she finally placed the nail that would hold up the catcher and hammered it into place.

"Just so you know, I really don't care why you're restless."

"Just so you know, I really don't care why you're restless." Like, whatever. "I'm not restless. Your mom's restless."

"Not unless she's a zombie," Maya replied, flopping back onto her bed. She had her implants turned on in deference to the fact that Xavin probably didn't know sign. "She's been dead awhile, so it'd be a really gross zombie too."

Xavin gave a vague wave of acknowledgement before the words sank in and sat up. "Oh, shit, Maya, I'm so sorry. I had no idea or I wouldn't've joked about that."

"S'okay, she died giving birth to me, so not like I've got some kind of attachment. Dad now, he'd have punched you in the nose."

Maya rolled over and propped her chin in her hands

"So why are you restless"

"I'm not restless, okay?" Xavin turned around to face Maya more directly and sighed. "I'm just - you know that feeling like there's ants under your skin?"

"Nope," Maya replied brightly and then frowned. "It's not the DT's or something, is it? Cause nobody said anything about me sharing with an ice addict."

Xavin just stared. "Not. An. Ice. Addict."

"So why all the ant skin then?" Maya asked, curious. "Is it something to do with the whole shape changing thing?"

Xavin shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Wow, way to commit there, we wouldn't want to find out for sure now, would we?" Maya replied, tone caustic. "Let me know when you stop being a dumbass."

"Let me know when you stop being a jerk. I mean, what have I actually done to you so far? You move in and you're just little miss princess bitch with an attitude from the moment you walk in the door. At least Illyana is like, autistic or something. You're just mean."

"I'm a princess?" Maya stated, incredulous. "I'm just saying that instead of being a little bitch about it, you should do something. Unless you like being uncomfortable, cause if so then carry on."

"And given that you know exactly nothing about my powers, why don't you back off rather than just deciding that I'm restless and having a go at me?"

"Because I gotta share a room with you?" Maya replied with a shrug. "So what's so complex about being a shape changer? You go between genders - big deal. Come talk to me if you grow fangs and start eating people."

"So what? Every time I move, you're going to start picking on it, like some crazy bitch?" Xavin stood, grabbing laptop, headphones, shoes and book.

"Only if you keep acting like a whiney little bitch, drama queen," Maya responded derisively with an accompanying eye roll.

She reached up and deliberately removed her outer implants.

"I'm the whiny bitch drama queen? You the crazy twelve year old I don't got a choice about sharing a room with." Maya couldn't hear what had been said so Xavin dumped the books and things back on the bed and grabbed her by one arm, pulling her around to face Xavin. "Get. Out. Of. Here."

Maya suddenly felt as if she wasn't in control, and she watched removed, as another Maya grabbed the hand Xavin had pulled her up with in order to give herself leverage to punch them in the face with the closed fist of her other hand.

Xavin reeled back under the punch, shocked. The teen had been in exactly one fight in their life and that had been more shoving than punches. Xavin stood, frozen for a moment, the feeling of ants under their skin intensifying as a rock like texture ghosted over their hands and fingers for a moment before vanishing unnoticed. Xavin stepped forward, nose bleeding, still stunned and tried to deliver an open-handed slap to Maya's face.

Inwardly Maya was panicking - she didn't want to brawl with her roommate but she couldn't stop the hand that came up and grabbed Xavin's wrist as she stood from the bed, twisting it outward and down.

"Please stop," Maya managed to gasp around the tightness of her throat. "Please."

Xavin was pressed face down into the bed, one arm twisted painfully up behind. Rock ghosted across the teen's face and vanished again as Xavin tried to pull free. The teen shifted involuntarily, boy to girl to boy again and wriggled around onto feet and slammed back sharply into Maya, self defense lessons finally coming into play despite the pain in arm and shoulder.

Maya stumbled backwards, unable to stand against Xavin's superior body mass. It felt like her entire body was one raw nerve, twitching and straining as she fought against the urge to step up again, to push Xavin's face into the covers until he was no longer a threat.

Arm free and able to stand again, Xavin stepped away breathing deeply. "I'm sorry, Maya, all right? I'm really really sorry." Xavin took a step forward again, hand outstretched.

"I..." Maya tried to vocalize, head throbbing as her muscles finally relaxed, her body seemingly back in her control now the danger had passed.

She looked at his outstretched hand, her mind almost unable to comprehend it over the pain itching across every inch.

Xavin stepped back again, grabbing for the books and things. "I'm going, alright?"

Maya wanted to tell him not to go, that she was sorry and that she hadn't meant any of what she said. That she was just wrong right now, and the only feeling that made sense was anger.

She didn't say any of that though, she merely turned and went back to her bed, tuning it all out in favour of the silence that she'd known for almost her entire life.