Getting to Know You
Title: Getting to Know You
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Zeke meets his roommate.
It worried Zeke a little that his roommate wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Not that Ambrose St. Peter wasn’t perfectly friendly, but the lack of eye contact thin was a little disconcerting.
“So, how long have you been at Xavier’is?”
“About three years now. I manifested young.”
“Cool. Who’s your faculty advisor?”
“Mr. Gleason. Since we’ve got some similar powers.” Ambrose briefly sprouted a set of black talons from his fingers. “I do some other stuff too. You?”
“Empath,” Zeke said, dumping his duffle bag onto his bed. “I only read emotions, not thoughts. Psionic power runs in the family.”
“Nice. I’m the first mutant in mine, so far as I know. Kinda hard to tell… I’ve got a lot of cousins.”
Zeke picked up a kind of longing coupled with annoyance. He stored the information away for later, noting the slightly tatty photos stuck up on his roommate’s dresser mirror. All of them had a strikingly pretty young woman with purple hair and Ambrose’s nose. “No brothers or sisters?”
“My mother died when I was a baby-” A small twinge of sorrow and a glance at the photos told Zeke everything he needed to know “-and Dad never remarried.”
“You want one? I’ve got a sister-”
“Spitfire? Fuck no, I like my hair to be not burned off.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Zeke meets his roommate.
It worried Zeke a little that his roommate wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Not that Ambrose St. Peter wasn’t perfectly friendly, but the lack of eye contact thin was a little disconcerting.
“So, how long have you been at Xavier’is?”
“About three years now. I manifested young.”
“Cool. Who’s your faculty advisor?”
“Mr. Gleason. Since we’ve got some similar powers.” Ambrose briefly sprouted a set of black talons from his fingers. “I do some other stuff too. You?”
“Empath,” Zeke said, dumping his duffle bag onto his bed. “I only read emotions, not thoughts. Psionic power runs in the family.”
“Nice. I’m the first mutant in mine, so far as I know. Kinda hard to tell… I’ve got a lot of cousins.”
Zeke picked up a kind of longing coupled with annoyance. He stored the information away for later, noting the slightly tatty photos stuck up on his roommate’s dresser mirror. All of them had a strikingly pretty young woman with purple hair and Ambrose’s nose. “No brothers or sisters?”
“My mother died when I was a baby-” A small twinge of sorrow and a glance at the photos told Zeke everything he needed to know “-and Dad never remarried.”
“You want one? I’ve got a sister-”
“Spitfire? Fuck no, I like my hair to be not burned off.”