Party Aftermath

[dark_scion]

Fred growled to himself as he trudged to the kitchen. What in the name of all logic possessed him to go on that trip with Dolemeck? Oh yes, his entire lack of an adolescent life, but still... His head was ringing, how could people be so damned loud? And sing so off-key? He cursed as he opened the medicine cabinet, hoping to find something strong enough to fight this migraine that threatened to split his skull.

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[wild_child]

Rose shrugged. "If ya say so, English."

She turned back to the food, getting some bacon going as well. She might not be the cook Kayla was, but anything you could fry in a skillet was fair game.

"Ya want breakfast?"

[dolemeck]

"No thank you, Rose." His attention soon turned to Fred.

"How about this, I will take you to a large library. Or perhaps we can ask Professor Franklin if he could take us to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a field trip of sorts. Some nice, quiet places... with no lecherous women or loud music."

[dark_scion]

"I will consider it, Dolemeck," he said warily.

Upon smelling the bacon, his nose seemed to visibly twitch. His mutation made him far more disposed to being carnivorous than the average human.

"I..yes. Breakfast would be nice."

[wild_child]

"Suppose ta be a pretty nice exhibit of some ancient Japanese art at the Museum of Art," Rose said, mostly concentrating on cooking.

[dolemeck]

"I am interested in their exhibit on ancient instruments and Roman statues." Dolemeck admitted as he went to get a glass of water. His lip appears to have finally stopped bleeding.

[dark_scion]

"Save for studying the works of some of history's greatest geneticists and eugenicists, I have never been one for studying history," Fred confessed.

[dolemeck]

"Still, you can appreciate some fine works of art." He took a sip of water before continuing with what he had to say.

"Fred, I know I was wrong about going to a dance club. But going to a museum might be relaxing for you. It's something that is slow paced, not very loud, educational... Who knows! Maybe you might find something that peeks your interests other than what you study, now. It could be a good thing."

[wild_child]

Rose started scraping bacon and eggs onto plates.

"Ya can't live yer entire life in the lab," she agreed, before turning her eye on Dolemeck. "But ya can't drag him out kicking and screaming either. Ya need a big sack for that."

[dark_scion]

Fred narrowed his eyes. "I have not had much opportunity to "live in" the lab given your professors continuing refusal to let me use them."

[dolemeck]

"Rose, do we have a sack big enough to fit Fred in?" There was a nudge to Rose's shoulder, and a large smirk on the Brit's face.

"Fred, I've said it before. You cannot dwell on what you do not have control over. Just find something to take your mind off of it in the meantime, and let things fall into place."

[wild_child]

"I'd have ta check, English," Rose said.

She sat plates and silverware down on the table, before getting a bottle of hot sauce from the fridge, which she poured over her eggs. "Dig in."

[dark_scion]

Fred growled lightly, his enhanced hearing picking up the sack comments, but deciding it wasn't worth commenting on. "You keep saying that Dolemeck, but it does not change the circumstances any."

He sniffed the bacon once more. Perhaps food would improve his temperament.

[dolemeck]

"It may not improve the circumstances, but it can improve your mood." He shook his head, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Look, I have come to accept I cannot walk normally. Once I accepted my current circumstances, I started doing things that I am capable of doing. It was better than dwelling on what I could no longer do or sitting in some dark corner and sulking. I cannot force you to change or do things, like Rose said. All I can do is just make a suggestion."

[wild_child]

"Leave it, English," Rose advised, somewhat firmly. "Fred'll make up his own mind, and you mind what he says."

[dark_scion]

Fred took a deep breath, but nodded. "I will take what you have said under advisement."

He looks somewhat surprised to hear Rose stick up for him, causing him to somewhat sheepishly reply, "Thank you, Rose. ..That is appreciated."

[dolemeck]

He took what Rose said and ran with it. He left it alone, and just relaxed in his seat. Dolemeck just smiled, and then tried to re-adjust his eye patch.

[wild_child]

Rose nodded, and sat, taking a bit of her eggs. "Needs more hot sauce," she decided.

[dark_scion]

He crinkled his nose at the smell of the hot sauce. "How can you stand that? Aren't your senses enhance too?"

[dolemeck]

Dolemeck remained silent. He used his powers to steal a piece of bacon from Rose's plate in a cheeky manner, and then take a bite of it. Just like the little brother she never had would do.

[wild_child]

"Probably better than yours," Rose said, pointedly ignoring Dolemeck's antics. "Gives it an extra kick."

[dark_scion]

Fred gave a dubious look, as if he were about to argue Rose's claims of possible sensory superiority, but realized she hadn't said it in any challenging way. "To each their own."

[dolemeck]

Dolemeck continued to be silent. He was not using his powers to steal food anymore. Instead, he was sitting still and behaving. This appeared to be a conversation for Rose and Fred. No need for him to butt in.

[wild_child]

"Don't worry," Rose assured Fred, "I won't make ya try it."

[dark_scion]

"I was not assuming you would. For my all my grumbling, most of which I feel justified, you have never truly forced me into anything. So that's-ack!" He gave a sudden joint of paint as his right arm spasmed suddenly, the muscles abruptly twisting and shifting.

[dolemeck]

"What the bloody..." Dolemeck quickly got up from his seat in complete shock over what he was seeing. His first instinct was to go rush and get Doctor McCoy. His second instinct was to stay with Fred to make sure he was alright.

However, there was only one of him... so a choice had to be made.

"I'll go get Doctor McCoy!"