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Because Zach's salary was tony, his apartment was tiny. In turn, so was his bedroom, and much of it was taken up by the bed itself, which was a modest full that didn't leave a ton of extra space.

So he definitely, definitely noticed when someone climbed in with him in the middle of the night.

"Clint?" he sleep-mumbled, because if it wasn't Clint, he was going to be extremely alarmed.

Clint

Apr. 19th, 2019 09:27 pm
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Well, Zach had a lot to think about now.

Mostly about being Beast. Luckily, Beast had always been very good at thinking.

He was drowning in thoughts, though, both resurfacing memories (his childhood in Illinois, his early days in the X-Men, the moment his skin starting sprouting blue fur) and trying to come up with A) a reason why this was happening; B) a plausible method of how this was happening; and C) a strong suspect. Realistically, he knew there was no point to it without assessing the experiences of the other former mutant, but he couldn't help it—if there was a problem, he wanted to solve it. And he didn't like not coming up with a solution immediately.

So now he was trying out the opposite strategy—not thinking much at all. It wasn't working very well, though. He was slumped on his little couch, his third beer of the night on the side table next to him, and some reality competition show streaming on the TV. It was usually a good way to turn his brain off, but it felt like every few minutes his attention drifted back to the X-Men and whatever the hell was going on here.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Could you get a headache from thinking?
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There was a field not too far from Phoenix Effect that was too small for all the various sports leagues in the city to have snapped up for weekend practices or games, but big enough for the fairly flexible game of touch football, so that's where they played. People came and went for most of the afternoon, though the game itself only lasted an hour and change. Almost everyone played, but there were several people watching, choosing to cheer or heckle or talk amongst themselves as it suited them.

When everyone got together enough to actually start the game, they divided into two teams, with Matteo as the referee. Zach's team was made up of Hazel, Max, Hanne, Nori, Nick, Alex, and Oliver; Kyle had Elspeth, Joel, Carrie, Caleb, Irene, Sam, and Elena on his team. It wasn't a blowout, but Zach's team won by a few touchdowns and were crowned the victors. Despite a couple minor accidents, everyone came out of it in one piece. More or less.
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[first text]
Do we have milk?

[second text]
NVM can't ever have too much.

[third text]
What's a GMO?

[fourth text]
Sounds like a video game. GMO: San Andreas.

[fifth text]
Did you keep my plants alive?

[sixth text]
Are you alive?

[seventh text]
Oh, I'm back in town. Caught the asshole. \0/

[eighth text]
That's me cheering. I learned emoji. Are you proud?

[ninth text]
ANSWER ME, ZACH or I will send you a picture of my penis.

[tenth text]
And on its shaft I will Sharpie Zach is a dick and so am I.

[eleventh text]
And then I'd have to tell everyone I hooked up with all about you until it washed off.

[twelfth text]
And then they'd leave me for you because you're way hotter and do the kid thing.

[thirteenth text]
How dare you.

[fourteenth text]
you monster

Sam

Mar. 10th, 2019 11:05 pm
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They had agreed that the loser could buy drinks afterward.

Zach was trying to be a good sport about it, but he couldn't resist grumbling a little as he took out his wallet to pay. "I still contend that the last move may not have been legal," he told Sam once their orders were placed and they were standing off to the side, politely making room for other customers as they waited. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

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