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Training Day
Dolemeck was a bit excited about today. He would finally start training in the Danger room with his telekinetic powers. Not just that, but he would also be training with Ilya. Since his arrival, the two formed a unique bond which enabled them both to open about their lives and problems. This made Dolemeck less anxious around the mansion and in class. He was coming off as more relaxed and mature.
The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.
"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.
The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.
"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.
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He winced, not realizing until then she'd caught what he thought. Normally he was terrible at projecting thoughts; she was just good enough at catching them to make up for it. It's an unfamiliar sensation. "Sorry. I know things have changed and people look at me differently here. It's just that to me, being second-class was part of life, and it doesn't feel like it was that long ago."
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She looked at him, patiently waiting for an answer. Whatever answer he thought to give or actually gave.
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"Everyone who comes to Xavier's has their own unique set of circumstances. When you meet your roommate, just explain the situation and that you're going to work on lessening the nighttime disruptions. You'll run into more sympathy than bother if you're up front about it."
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Thank God he's Russian and doesn't do physical displays of affection, or he almost feels like he would hug her. Which would just be weird for everyone involved - aaaand she probably just heard that. Instinctively, he bit down on his lip. The habit had been there long before his mutation had; it was just a thing in his family.
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"We'll pretend the mental Russian hug didn't happen," she said with a slight smile. "You can go now, Ilya. Enjoy the rest of your day. You did well in here."
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But he honestly didn't want to wake him up. He just looked so peaceful. Like a baby reindeer - aaand that was another reason to learn how to shield his thoughts right there, because there were certain comparisons that just weren't manly in any century.