What? No fun? I have to say, I don’t find that surprising at all. Matei ran a hand over his mouth, feeling disgusted with himself, but he knew he was going to repeat the same behaviour the following night. Wait…did you just? Realization dawned on him and he turned towards the woman, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re like me. Well, bar the stick up your butt and the vomit on my face…You know what I mean,” he continued in a huff.
“‘Wait…are you with those creeps? The ones that eat small babies for breakfast? The…uhm…Ultras or something? Cause I’m not going down without a fight!” Even as he said that, he tumbled to his knees. Somehow life in Europe seemed much better than here. At least there he could get drunk without risking having his powers stripped by some madman.
Yeah. I’m like you.
[ her gaze shifts sideways towards him, a single brow raised in wry amusement —- incredible. his description of Ultra is, for all intents and purposes, nearly spot-on. ]
You don’t have to worry. I’m as far from Ultra as they come. You’re safe —- for now. Though, if you can’t keep sober-minded enough to keep your wits about you and your powers to yourself, you won’t be for long.
——Could have. But it didn’t, because you saved my life. I was reckless, trying to be the knight in shining armor, when the beautiful princess could kick ass just fine on her own. That’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t regret any of it.
—- Beautiful princess, huh?
Ah-ha. So what you regret is not realizing I was ten-times the fighter you were from the get-go.
You know what I regret? Not accepting your help on the subway. Could have saved us both a little bit of hell.
Just for the record, still the best headbutt I’ve ever seen— Not the point. I was not referring to the subway. I was referring to teleporting in and taking on Ultra agents unprepared. Then dropping my guard. That could have ended with both of us screwed.
—- Thanks.
Could have. But it didn’t. Gotta take a risk with some things, John. Besides ; you hadn’t’ve stepped in, god knows where I’d be today, if not six-feet-under. Don’t you think you would’ve regretted that a little bit more than a reckless decision you made years ago that turned out for the best?
Cara. Are we doing this? Are you putting words in my mouth? Kurt was reckless and stupid. What I did to try and bring you in was dumb and reckless. You headbutted me.
Not putting words into your mouth, John —- I’m only repeating what came out of it in the first place.
I’m not going to apologise for headbutting you, if that’s what you’re vying for. And I’m fairly certain that you weren’t referring to the subway when you said “dumb and reckless”.
