AboutX-men: Counting Stars
The United States has recently banned mutation inhibitors that were in foods, and drinks.
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A shirtless; young; 5' 1"; dark, medium blue man with pointed ears; a black, jaw-length bob; and, glowing, yellow irises is looking at his bathroom reflection.
With right, six-fingered hand, he feels his right ear.
He smiles toothily at the mirror, his teeth demonic.
Then, he reaches back, and pulls into view his rocketship-tipped tail, looking at the tip.
The tail is dropped, as he heads towards the shower.
Later; he exits the bathroom into a hallway that he follows toward a 10' x 10' bedroom; wearing black, utility cargo pants; and, putting on a black-trimmed, red, muscle, tank top over his head; his muscles flexed as he maneuvers into the shirt.
The shirt features a black dragon on both front, and back.
The man stops, and turns back to the master bedroom, "Mother, you're beautiful."
His mother looks similar to him, as she sits at a large, wooden computer desk on other side of a king-sized bed, "Yeah, whatever! No one will want you."
He heads back toward, and into his twin-bedded room, grabbing luggage from a set, "Mother... Lots of women will want me."
Now, he unlocks an apartment from an Xavier School hallway, his luggage, and two cat carriers nearby, "As of now, I am a real grown up."
The man brings in the carriers, and luggage, before opening the carriers.
A cinnamon, and buff tabby exits each carrier, and start to look around the three-bedroom apartment, scared of the unknown.
A 5' 3," chubby, Caucasian woman with a brown bob, and tan irises opens one of the bedroom doors, "Did Professor X tell you that we're not moved out yet? He said we could stay here until our rooms are ready at the next boarding school we're switching to."
She's wearing a powder blue, LGBTIQ, shortsleeved t-shirt with black, skinny jeans; and, black sneakers. One might hope she's also wearing no-show socks.
Midnight responds, "Why are you switching?"
She shuts her door loudly as the answer.
A dark brown woman with black box braids opens another bedroom door soon after, wearing green, plaid pajamas, and looks at him before closing her own door.
So, Midnight starts a text conversation with the Professor via his dark green smartphone, "There's a couple of probable seniors trying to take over my apartment."
Charles Xavier responds, "That they are. Do try and get rid of them while I send someone in case they refuse to listen to new staff."
Midnight shouts, "Alright, girls! Clear out! You're not getting one of the nicest staff quarters in the school!"
Thus, the girls exit the rooms with duffel bags over their shoulders, and buried in bedding, and a cased pillow each, heading for the apartment entrance.
The brunette: "I'm pretty sure they're sending Logan."
The box-braids girl: "Doubtlessly."
Midnight: "You were both held back, right?"
The brunette answers, "No," but her friend soon after states, "Yes, we were."
Midnight: "Clear out."
The brunette asks, "How'd you know were students?"
Midnight: "Because you're a couple who chose two bedrooms. Also, I was told I'd have the apartment to myself. Give me the key you stole."
The darker girl hands him a key.
He checks that it matches the other one, and it does.
Logan enters, taking the second key from Midnight, "You don't need more than one until you have an approved apartment mate. And, you two are in big trouble for stealing staff quarters keys. That's a very weird thing to be doing. I'm guessing bamfs aren't the only ones stealing from the staff. Both of you are coming with me for a talk with the Professor."
Logan looks back at Midnight one last time of this meeting, "Welcome to the Xavier School. Let us know if anything's been tampered with, or is missing."
Logan, and the girls close the door behind them.
Midnight walks out onto his medium-sized balcony, and rests his arms on the balcony wall, looking over the landscape.
He spots whom seems to be a woman he met when he visited in the summer for interview, sitting on a stone bench overlooking a pond.
Suddenly, in a puff of what seems to be navy smoke, he's sitting on the bench next to her, causing his mouth to open a little.
He looks over at the woman, and it is the one from the summer.
The 5' 2" petite's Caucasian, but tanned well. Her irises, and long hair are medium brown. The hair's in a high ponytail.
Midnight: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ariana Grande?"
She smiles, "And, you look like Kurt Wagner. Are you?"
Midnight: "I could be if you are."
She stops smiling, "No. I guess neither of us is famous. I remember you now. You're the new psychiatrist. A nephew?"
Midnight: "Yeah. He's my uncle. I never caught your name, or job last we met."
"I was so starstruck, thinking I met Nightcrawler that I was speechless. Then, you said you're his nephew, so I retained my silence in disappointment."
Midnight: "Oh. Is it so bad that I'm not famous?"
She sighs before answering. "It's not bad. I just thought I was graced by Nightcrawler. If you remember, I managed some giggling. That was because I thought they exaggerated his height. Then, I wondered what that meant of Wolverine, as he's only said to be 5' 2."
Midnight: "So, who are you? And, what do you do?"
"The name's April. I was approved for cleaning duties."
Midnight: "Cleaning duties?"
April: "I'm a janitor."
Midnight: "A janitor?"
April: "Yeah, if a kid spills her milk, I have to clean it up."
Midnight: "No. I just find it hard to believe that you'd be a janitor. You never went to college?"
April: "No. I always expected to become a housewife. But, no one ever showed up at my tower window to whisk me away. At least, not yet anyways."
Midnight: "I know what you mean. I may not look it, but I'm in my forties. Yeah, I originally wasn't impressive outside of my looks, and if you could get me talking online. I suffered from selective mutism. But, it eventually got treated. And, now, I'm a psychiatrist."
April: "You don't look that old. Did you get Mystique's aging?"
Midnight: "Yeah. Even with the mutation blockers in my foods, and drinks, I still aged slow. I'm pretty young, actually, but in my forties, none the less."
April: "So, I'd out-age you?"
Midnight: "Yeah, but it'd be fun while it lasts."
April: "I'm more interested in marriage, a lifelong commitment."
Midnight: "When I wanted that, I only met people looking for something short-term. Then, I matured later. You do realize that contractual marriage is about slavery, right?"
April stands up, and starts walking away.
Midnight: "Suit it yourself, Old Lady. I'm not becoming a slave."
Midnight looks back at his balcony, desiring to teleport back.
Eventually, he figures out how, and, "Bamf!"
He goes back into his apartment, shutting the balcony door behind him, "I should unpack."