Pam and TJ - Backdated
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ax_mainPam and TJ run into each other after that glorious mess on the journals. No one gets stabbed! Or even all that hostile, somehow.
TJ had put her phone down on the kitchen counter, and she was singing along to Post Malone's Better Now, the sound of her voice drowning out the weak speakers on her phone. She was singing surprisingly onkey, for anyone who had ever heard the Butt Monkeys, but that was, sadly (or perhaps fortunately), no one on this world.
She was also dancing along as she fixed herself a fat PB&J. "You probably think that you are better now, better now. You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around. You know I never meant to let you down, let you down. Woulda gave you everything, woulda gave you everything..."
"Wow. In addition to the whole sexy blue furry whatever, she also sings. And dances. Why am I not surprised," Pam observed as she entered the kitchen. She pretended to have a sudden thought. "Oh yeah, because I've met Maximoffs before." She headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a soda, using the door to hide her smirk. She hadn't run into TJ - well, ever, actually, let alone since the whole thing on the intro log. But pushing her buttons sounded like more fun than anything else she had going on today, so why not?
TJ glanced over at the other girl, and rolled her eyes. Not that it showed, what with them being full yellow. "You need to work on your digs."
Fatale pulled out of the fridge and pretended to look surprised. "What, you're not going to say you're not related? Fuck. I am going to have to up my game."
"I'm so looking forward to that," TJ assured her, on the tone of someone who wasn't sure Fatale was even remotely capable of doing that.
"What even is your problem with me?" Fatale asked. "Did I stab you in another life or something?" Because yeah, okay, most of the school kids weren't fans. But most of them didn't go out of their way, either.
"Not me, not in another life," TJ dryly replied.
Pam's forehead furrowed for a moment, until she placed TJ's reference. "Jeanne?" she guessed, sounding incredulous. "Seriously? I mean, yeah, I stabbed her, but she broke my wrist. Shit happens." Granted, it wasn't quite that much a "shit happens", but she doubted Jeanne would've told the other girl that. Besides, it wasn't like it'd be intentional.
And anyway, she'd apologized, after.
"Nothing's ever your fault, is it?" TJ asked offhandedly, moving towards the fridge to put the jam back in there.
"Y'know, for someone who's never met me, you sure have a fuckload of opinions." While TJ was in the fridge, Fatale walked over and snatched up the peanut butter.
"I guess it was your awesome personality shining through," TJ answered serenely, and stepped back over to grab her sandwich, and take a bite.
"Or Option B, you're being a judgemental bitch," Fatale countered.
"I can live with that," TJ replied with a shrug, tail shifting with the gesture. "At least I own up to what I am."
"What do you want me to say here? That's I'm a psychopathic co-dependent assassin? Because I'll own up." Fatale shrugged. It wasn't like it was any secret amongst the Brotherhood. She seriously doubted it was one here, either. She stabbed at her bread with the knife, the only indication she wasn't quite as okay with that as her voice would have her believed, then righted it and went back to spreading the peanut butter.
"Now ask me again what my problem with you is," TJ pointed out. She'd pretty much answered her own original question, there. She didn't seem all that hostile, just on her guard, tail flicking irritably as she ate her sandwich.
Fatale rolled her eyes, then looked over at the other girl and smirked. "I thought Xavier's was supposed to welcome all mutants." Which she'd known was bullshit since the first time Pyro'd gone to a party there, but still. That was the party line, wasn't it?
"Well, I'm sorry, did they make you sign a contract saying you'd like every student in the school when you moved in?" TJ checked. "The Professor doesn't think you're a danger to us, so I'm cool with you being here. It doesn't mean I have to like you. What does it matter to you anyway?"
"Really doesn't," Fatale admitted. "Mostly I just wanted to know if you make a habit of bitching about people you don't know on the forums, or if I was just special." She put the two halves of her sandwich togeter and took a bite.
"Do you make a habit of pretending you're not being invited to a fancy gala because of money?" TJ shot back, before finishing her sandwich. "Because that was way too much bullshit." She sucked a spot of jam off of her thumb. "Anyway, it was great having this entire conversation about something that doesn't matter to you. Let's do it again." With that, she turned to go, tail grabbing her phone off the counter and waving goodbye at the other girl.
"I'll look forward to it!" Pam called after her, then shrugged and turned back to her sandwich, lips curving up just a fraction. That had actually been fun. She'd have to remember that for the next time she was having a crap day.
TJ had put her phone down on the kitchen counter, and she was singing along to Post Malone's Better Now, the sound of her voice drowning out the weak speakers on her phone. She was singing surprisingly onkey, for anyone who had ever heard the Butt Monkeys, but that was, sadly (or perhaps fortunately), no one on this world.
She was also dancing along as she fixed herself a fat PB&J. "You probably think that you are better now, better now. You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around. You know I never meant to let you down, let you down. Woulda gave you everything, woulda gave you everything..."
"Wow. In addition to the whole sexy blue furry whatever, she also sings. And dances. Why am I not surprised," Pam observed as she entered the kitchen. She pretended to have a sudden thought. "Oh yeah, because I've met Maximoffs before." She headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a soda, using the door to hide her smirk. She hadn't run into TJ - well, ever, actually, let alone since the whole thing on the intro log. But pushing her buttons sounded like more fun than anything else she had going on today, so why not?
TJ glanced over at the other girl, and rolled her eyes. Not that it showed, what with them being full yellow. "You need to work on your digs."
Fatale pulled out of the fridge and pretended to look surprised. "What, you're not going to say you're not related? Fuck. I am going to have to up my game."
"I'm so looking forward to that," TJ assured her, on the tone of someone who wasn't sure Fatale was even remotely capable of doing that.
"What even is your problem with me?" Fatale asked. "Did I stab you in another life or something?" Because yeah, okay, most of the school kids weren't fans. But most of them didn't go out of their way, either.
"Not me, not in another life," TJ dryly replied.
Pam's forehead furrowed for a moment, until she placed TJ's reference. "Jeanne?" she guessed, sounding incredulous. "Seriously? I mean, yeah, I stabbed her, but she broke my wrist. Shit happens." Granted, it wasn't quite that much a "shit happens", but she doubted Jeanne would've told the other girl that. Besides, it wasn't like it'd be intentional.
And anyway, she'd apologized, after.
"Nothing's ever your fault, is it?" TJ asked offhandedly, moving towards the fridge to put the jam back in there.
"Y'know, for someone who's never met me, you sure have a fuckload of opinions." While TJ was in the fridge, Fatale walked over and snatched up the peanut butter.
"I guess it was your awesome personality shining through," TJ answered serenely, and stepped back over to grab her sandwich, and take a bite.
"Or Option B, you're being a judgemental bitch," Fatale countered.
"I can live with that," TJ replied with a shrug, tail shifting with the gesture. "At least I own up to what I am."
"What do you want me to say here? That's I'm a psychopathic co-dependent assassin? Because I'll own up." Fatale shrugged. It wasn't like it was any secret amongst the Brotherhood. She seriously doubted it was one here, either. She stabbed at her bread with the knife, the only indication she wasn't quite as okay with that as her voice would have her believed, then righted it and went back to spreading the peanut butter.
"Now ask me again what my problem with you is," TJ pointed out. She'd pretty much answered her own original question, there. She didn't seem all that hostile, just on her guard, tail flicking irritably as she ate her sandwich.
Fatale rolled her eyes, then looked over at the other girl and smirked. "I thought Xavier's was supposed to welcome all mutants." Which she'd known was bullshit since the first time Pyro'd gone to a party there, but still. That was the party line, wasn't it?
"Well, I'm sorry, did they make you sign a contract saying you'd like every student in the school when you moved in?" TJ checked. "The Professor doesn't think you're a danger to us, so I'm cool with you being here. It doesn't mean I have to like you. What does it matter to you anyway?"
"Really doesn't," Fatale admitted. "Mostly I just wanted to know if you make a habit of bitching about people you don't know on the forums, or if I was just special." She put the two halves of her sandwich togeter and took a bite.
"Do you make a habit of pretending you're not being invited to a fancy gala because of money?" TJ shot back, before finishing her sandwich. "Because that was way too much bullshit." She sucked a spot of jam off of her thumb. "Anyway, it was great having this entire conversation about something that doesn't matter to you. Let's do it again." With that, she turned to go, tail grabbing her phone off the counter and waving goodbye at the other girl.
"I'll look forward to it!" Pam called after her, then shrugged and turned back to her sandwich, lips curving up just a fraction. That had actually been fun. She'd have to remember that for the next time she was having a crap day.
