Steve and Mort, backdated to March 3
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om_mainSummary: Steve meets his new roommate and he isn't exactly sure what to think. Except that he really likes girls.
Well, fortunately Mort didn't have much to carry with him. Wasn't exactly like he was swimming in stuff or anything, and he didn't exactly inspire the charity he'd need to buy it.
Until now. An allowance? Just for being a mutant? Brilliant.
He opened the door and tossed his backpack onto his bed (well, it was empty, so he figured it was his), giving the guy across the room a bright grin. "'Ello! You're my roommate, then?"
So, apparently his roommate was green. A week ago, it might have taken Steve a minute to process that, but green wasn't the weirdest thing he'd come across. The girl who stuck her hand into thin air might have taken that prize and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her power. Whales.
"Hey, yeah. Steve Jinks." He offered his hand, though he knew there were a few people who wouldn't take it. Powers again.
Mort hopped over - literally hopped - in one jump to grasp the other teen's hand. "Real nice to meet you, Stevie! I'm Mort."
Stevie. He wasn't sure whether that surprised him more than the hop. But he shook the guy's hand firmly. "I guess I should let you know in case you have a problem with it. I'm gay." He usually got to know someone before just admitting it like that, but he also didn't usually live with the person in question.
Mort's grin turned into something almost like a smirk. "You asking me out, then?" Of course Mort knew he wasn't. No one really even liked talking to him, the idea they'd ask him out was so mad as to inspire crying fits. Still, seemed like a good way to respond, right?
"I don't even know you," Steve pointed out. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have a problem. And it sounds like you don't." What was it with him and attracting the strange ones? Or was everyone here strange?
"Hell naw. Way less competition for the hotties!"
Steve nearly choked on a laugh. "Depends on your definition of 'hotties'." He'd seen more than a few of the guys around here who were handsome and a few who were drop dead gorgeous, but he was pretty sure that's not what Mort was talking about.
"Definitely the girl definition, mate," Mort assured him. Keep his romantic rejection to one half the species, if he could manage.
"So are you from around here? Or did you have to move in from out of state?" Technically, Steve had been living relatively closely to the school, but it still felt like he was on the other side of the country.
"Out of country. England. Hey! Maybe that makes me exotic." That'd be good, right? American girls liked accents, didn't they?
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Steve said, "but I've heard at least three or four various English accents and one that sounded...Australian, maybe?"
For a split second, Mort looked crestfallen, but he picked it back up soon enough. No one liked a crier, after all. "Right then. I'll just have figure out a talent or something!"
"I can teach you to play basketball?" Steve offered. "Or to cook. That's about all I've got."
"Oh, I'd be the BOMB at basketball," Mort said excitedly. Hell, he could jump better than anyone. Or he was pretty sure he could. Man, maybe mutant school had a basketball team, and he could be on it, and it'd be like one of those movies.
Steve chuckled. "Basketball it is. First Cal and then you," he said, echoing where Mort's thoughts were going. "A few more people and we might have enough for a team. Just one." Which meant they probably wouldn't have anyone to play against.
"Who's Cal, then?" Mort asked curiously.
"Some guy I met on the first day I was here. I needed food and so I cooked myself something to eat and he showed up and had some."
"Another mutant then. Brilliant!" Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be weird here. Maybe people wouldn't...well, it'd be different. They were all mutants, right?
"I think we all are. Even the teachers." And that was weird. People old enough to be teachers who were also mutants. It made Steve wonder what it'd be like when he grew up.
Mort nodded. "As it should be! No one else could handle such awesome."
Steve had to struggle to keep a straight face and just simply nod. He could already tell that rooming with Mort was going to be interesting.
Well, fortunately Mort didn't have much to carry with him. Wasn't exactly like he was swimming in stuff or anything, and he didn't exactly inspire the charity he'd need to buy it.
Until now. An allowance? Just for being a mutant? Brilliant.
He opened the door and tossed his backpack onto his bed (well, it was empty, so he figured it was his), giving the guy across the room a bright grin. "'Ello! You're my roommate, then?"
So, apparently his roommate was green. A week ago, it might have taken Steve a minute to process that, but green wasn't the weirdest thing he'd come across. The girl who stuck her hand into thin air might have taken that prize and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her power. Whales.
"Hey, yeah. Steve Jinks." He offered his hand, though he knew there were a few people who wouldn't take it. Powers again.
Mort hopped over - literally hopped - in one jump to grasp the other teen's hand. "Real nice to meet you, Stevie! I'm Mort."
Stevie. He wasn't sure whether that surprised him more than the hop. But he shook the guy's hand firmly. "I guess I should let you know in case you have a problem with it. I'm gay." He usually got to know someone before just admitting it like that, but he also didn't usually live with the person in question.
Mort's grin turned into something almost like a smirk. "You asking me out, then?" Of course Mort knew he wasn't. No one really even liked talking to him, the idea they'd ask him out was so mad as to inspire crying fits. Still, seemed like a good way to respond, right?
"I don't even know you," Steve pointed out. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have a problem. And it sounds like you don't." What was it with him and attracting the strange ones? Or was everyone here strange?
"Hell naw. Way less competition for the hotties!"
Steve nearly choked on a laugh. "Depends on your definition of 'hotties'." He'd seen more than a few of the guys around here who were handsome and a few who were drop dead gorgeous, but he was pretty sure that's not what Mort was talking about.
"Definitely the girl definition, mate," Mort assured him. Keep his romantic rejection to one half the species, if he could manage.
"So are you from around here? Or did you have to move in from out of state?" Technically, Steve had been living relatively closely to the school, but it still felt like he was on the other side of the country.
"Out of country. England. Hey! Maybe that makes me exotic." That'd be good, right? American girls liked accents, didn't they?
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Steve said, "but I've heard at least three or four various English accents and one that sounded...Australian, maybe?"
For a split second, Mort looked crestfallen, but he picked it back up soon enough. No one liked a crier, after all. "Right then. I'll just have figure out a talent or something!"
"I can teach you to play basketball?" Steve offered. "Or to cook. That's about all I've got."
"Oh, I'd be the BOMB at basketball," Mort said excitedly. Hell, he could jump better than anyone. Or he was pretty sure he could. Man, maybe mutant school had a basketball team, and he could be on it, and it'd be like one of those movies.
Steve chuckled. "Basketball it is. First Cal and then you," he said, echoing where Mort's thoughts were going. "A few more people and we might have enough for a team. Just one." Which meant they probably wouldn't have anyone to play against.
"Who's Cal, then?" Mort asked curiously.
"Some guy I met on the first day I was here. I needed food and so I cooked myself something to eat and he showed up and had some."
"Another mutant then. Brilliant!" Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be weird here. Maybe people wouldn't...well, it'd be different. They were all mutants, right?
"I think we all are. Even the teachers." And that was weird. People old enough to be teachers who were also mutants. It made Steve wonder what it'd be like when he grew up.
Mort nodded. "As it should be! No one else could handle such awesome."
Steve had to struggle to keep a straight face and just simply nod. He could already tell that rooming with Mort was going to be interesting.
