"I never actually developed the taste for escargot," Brooke said. "No matter how much of a delicacy some people say it is." Caviar on the other hand was something that Brooke tended to enjoy from time to time.
"Angel. One of the founding X-Men." And a ridiculously handsome man back in the day. If only he'd been younger, or Brooke had been older...
"Stuck up? I'm not stuck up. I simply have standards, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that." She felt something colder near her feet and looked down, her eyes growing wide as snow and ice started to grow over the sharp, pointy toes of her suede, wine-coloured Prada shoes.
"Hey." Brooke's eyes snapped up and she reached out for the girl with her empathic powers. Guilt. Brooke had felt guilt before, and she'd use her knowledge of that emotion to this girl into realizing that she'd done something terribly mean to her. "Stop it."
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"Angel. One of the founding X-Men." And a ridiculously handsome man back in the day. If only he'd been younger, or Brooke had been older...
"Stuck up? I'm not stuck up. I simply have standards, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that." She felt something colder near her feet and looked down, her eyes growing wide as snow and ice started to grow over the sharp, pointy toes of her suede, wine-coloured Prada shoes.
"Hey." Brooke's eyes snapped up and she reached out for the girl with her empathic powers. Guilt. Brooke had felt guilt before, and she'd use her knowledge of that emotion to this girl into realizing that she'd done something terribly mean to her. "Stop it."