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[Text] Backdated to Thursday evening

So let's say you picked up something from those statues or whatever and you're having some trouble controlling it. Also, it's not exactly something easy to hide and very limited how often you can use it, but obviously not something a normal person can do. Please don't ask me what it is because I prefer not to discuss that.

What I am looking for is how any others who have gained strange abilities have learned how to control them, especially how to turn them on and off at will. I need ideas to try.

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Since I'm sure you are just worried sick about me, Sir Lancelot. I thought I'd let you know that after a night's rest and trying out that other ability that there is no need for this damsel to be rescued any longer. I do appreciate your timely rescue though.

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I doubt I will ever live it down.

Haha, well, considering all the things your roommate could walk in on you during, that's probably not too bad. I can think of a lot worse things.

I'm not exactly the type to go typing one handed for that reason. Or to walk around naked or anything like that.

That's smart. And it makes me glad I don't have a roommate.

Then again I live with my mom, so in some ways that's worse.

You never can live anything down that your parents know about you, after all.

Yeah. no kidding. My mother's not the best at letting things go, either.

And I'm sure she has plenty of pictures that you really wish would mysteriously vanish before they get shown to friends.

Let's just say there's a few albums of family photos that tend to mysteriously go missing whenever I introduce my mom to my new girlfriend.

Now you have me curious. But then knowing parents it's probably just some baby pictures.

I wish. I mean the baby pictures are a little bad, but EVERYONE has embarrassing baby pictures. If anyone made fun of me for it, I could just threaten to ask their parents about theirs!

No, it's more the ages from about...oh...8-14 or so that worry me. I was a really, really awkward kid, particularly in middle school. Big head, horrible face-eating glasses, scrawny, weird teeth, thin hair in a horrible bowl cut, looked even younger than I actually was--everything bad you could think of, I was it. On top of this the band uniforms in my middle school were ugly as sin. I was a flat-out ugly nerd. So of course I was a prime target for bullies. I didn't have a lot of friends.

Letting a girl I'm dating see something like that? HORRIBLE idea. It's like finding out how a magician performs their tricks--or worse, pulling the curtain back on the Wizard of Oz. Once the illusion is broken, it's gone forever. How attractive I seem is inversely proportional to how little effort it seems to take.

This is a secret, by the way. I'm trusting you not to spread this around.

Edited (I thought that adjective worked better.) 2013-05-16 05:34 (UTC)

I won't tell anyone. I trusted you with my secret, after all.

But it truly is a shame that people would judge based on things we cannot help. That was another thing I liked about being homeschooled. I learned real fast once I went to a regular school that kids are mean and that the only thing the rich snobby kids wanted from me was to copy my homework. I do understand having to try very hard to fit in and you just cannot even if for me it was just because my father wasn't some important politician or CEO.

I'm glad we no longer have to worry about that. Kids in college are so much different as a whole.

[Honestly, he let her in on the secret partially so things would feel a little bit even between the two of them.] I knew I could trust you. :-)

Well, I could help some of it. I had a bit of a self-defeating attitude when it came to that sort of thing in middle school. And after a certain age there's no excuse for the hair beyond being too lazy to change it!

But you're right, people are a little too quick to judge sometimes. I definitely prefer college to middle school, I can tell you that!

I would be quite glad to forget middle school as well. It's all in the past and not important any longer, right?

Yeah. In the sense that our past doesn't have to define us, anyway. Any more than our other selves do.

It does because we learn from what we have done before. But how we learned it isn't as important as what we learned. The memories can fade, but the lessons will stay and that is all that matters. All I know is that everything in your past made you into someone I'm glad to call a friend.

If you keep this up, you might get a blush out of me. I'm lucky this is only text!

Wait, you can blush? This is indeed something I have to see sometime.

It's rare outside of certain situations, but you're such a flatter I wouldn't be surprised if you could manage it at all.

It's not flattery! That would imply it's just empty compliments, and I don't mean them to be.

Oh, good point. Okay, not flattery. But still, this is such a change from your usual snark that I don't know what to do with myself!

[He writes out "If you keep this up, I'm going to be horribly tempted to ask you out" but has second thoughts and deletes it before sending the message.]

I'm sure you'll figure something out. If it involves anything weird, I'd prefer not to know.

[And it's probably good he didn't send that, because her response would likely be that she's tempted to accept.]

[Aaand of course since Sam's being unusually insecure about how she feels about him he thinks "anything weird" might mean "asking me out" and he's relieved he didn't try. If only he knew.]

I'm not going to do anything weird!! I guess the snark's back on now.

[The two of them obviously already have fun issues with communication because both are a bit awkward in their own way.]

Well, if you do no one wants to hear of it any more than they wanted to hear that our resident police officer can't get off.

[Sam would like to insist that he's not at all awkward...but yeah, he still kinda is.]

Oh man. That guy gives me so much second hand embarrassment.

Somehow I imagine he gives it to everyone.

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