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 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!"

[wild_child]

"What the flamin' heck...?!" Rose shouted, getting up so fast her chair fell to the floor.

"Move it, English!" she yelled, uncertain what she needed to do to help Fred.

[dark_scion]

At hearing the words "Dr. McCoy" Fred snarled, "STOP!" with an animalistic ferocity. He grabbed his arm and forced it on the table, breathing heavily through his teeth. "It..will pass. The doctor..is not needed."

[dolemeck]

By the time Fred had snarled "Stop", Dolemeck was already out of the room and running down the hallway of the mansion as fast as he could. Well, as fast as he could in leg braces.

[wild_child]

"Yer comin' unglued here," Rose said. "Ain't gonna hurt not to get you checked out..."

[dark_scion]

He glared at her, eyes glowing a feral yellow. "I need no help from him!"

Fred closed his eyes and breathed heavily to control his anger. "This..is merely one of my episodes," he gritted out as the arm shifted, muscles rearranging themselves at a rapid rate. It bent and twisted to look somewhat more ungainly. "I told you..my mutation is unstable. If..your damn professors..would just give me access to the labs I could fix it myself!"

[wild_child]

Rose could give as good as she gets in the glare department.

"You. Need. Help. And Doc McCoy is one of the smartest person in this house."

[dark_scion]

"I want no help from him!" Fred snarled, the arm finally seeming to cease flailing though it was no less misshapen. "I started the path to fixing this, I will finish it!"