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Post by husk on Nov 24, 2006 15:46:31 GMT -5
Paige smirked at her brothers, grabbing the keys from Sam and unlocking the doors for them to get into the car. “So are you excited to be at the school Lewie?”
There was still a little jealousy that he was able to come at such a young age, after Momma had insisted Paige stay in Kentucky until she’d gotten her high school diploma. Paige’s mutation hadn’t manifested until she was 16, however, and by then she was in her sophomore year. Maybe it had something to do with education and Momma’s hope that she wouldn’t get distracted by her goal of becoming an X-Man and neglect her schoolwork. Lewis was far too young to be an X-Man so he didn’t have the same liabilities. But still. It seemed somehow unfair.
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Post by Lewis Guthrie on Nov 24, 2006 18:26:06 GMT -5
Lewis laughed jubilantly when Sam threatened to take off with him on his shoulders. "I'd just bounce," he boasted. It was his excuse for everything, though both he and the rest of his family knew it wasn't true. He'd believed it once...Before he'd jumped off of the roof and broken a half-dozen bones. Now it was just something he said.
He let go of Sam's ears, as well, though it was done so with a pouty huff. Paige easily distracted him with her question, and he nodded enthusiastically as he tried to swing his leg behind Sam's shoulder and climb down his brother himself. It didn't work as well as he'd hoped.
"Yeah! I cain't wait ta see all the other mutants!" he said. He'd never met any mutants other than his two siblings, and the powers Sammy and Paige had mentioned in their letters over the years (well, years for Sammy, anyway) had made Lewis anxious to meet them.
"There's people my age, right Paige?" he asked her, craning his neck to look at her as he tried to find a footing on Sam's back.
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Post by Cannonball on Nov 25, 2006 3:49:08 GMT -5
Sam reached up and easily lifted his small brother down onto the ground, getting him settled in the back seat of the car and belted in with a sort of unconscious conscientiousness. He had had years of practise of dealing with squirmy children, after all.
In honesty, the arrival of this, his youngest sibling had served more than one purpose. It had automatically invoked his sense of responsibility for one. Even though Lewis was only his half-brother, he still felt just as paternal towards the kid as if he were a full-bloodied sibling.
It had also made him feel suddenly very old indeed. And that wasn't nice.
And thirdly, he silently cursed his mother. He suspected that part of her reasoning behind sending Lewis up to the school now was because she knew that would be exactly where he would go. She had always quietly and not-so-subtly suggested that he could do a lot worse than go back to the school that had made him into such a happy young man. She had always insisted that following his ill-fated marriage to Brenda, Sam had turned into a different person. By sending Lewis up here, she would know that he'd be filled with the protective urge.
And it'd keep him here.
At least in the short term.
"Y'all buckled in there, kids?" he asked of his brother and sister. "C'mon, I'm gonna get ya both back to the Institute, then I reckon I'm gonna hit the town for a drink and a baseball game tonight."
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