"You don't even look twelve, Toothpick," Rich teases.
The way he speaks on the ship is usually filtered through those telepathic earplugs, and even when it's not, even when the English slips out to fellow English-speakers underneath the telepathic buzz of words, his accent's gotten softened a little over the years. All that exposure to alien languages.
As a kid again, with those experiences still there but not quite so close to the surface, it's back again in all its nasally glory, as strong as it was when he first moved away from Hempstead and closer to Manhattan.
"I bet if I was my normal size I could pick you up with one hand and use you as a barbell!" He mimes weightlifting with what is currently a fairly scrawny arm, albeit one that's slightly less scrawny than Robbie's.
He's enjoying the novelty of this, at least for a moment. With friends like the New Warriors, he'd always wondered just a little bit what it might've been like to meet them younger. He already knows they'd have gotten on fine with the friends he did have, Bernie and Caps and Ginger Jaye, just because of the kind of people they are. And maybe, just maybe, high school might have been a little more fun instead of just...survivable. Safety in numbers, right?
But then they wouldn't have been them, would they? They wouldn't have gotten the powers they'd gotten or lived the lives they'd lived. It was all a billion little bits of serendipity. Still, just for a moment, it's kind of novel.
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The way he speaks on the ship is usually filtered through those telepathic earplugs, and even when it's not, even when the English slips out to fellow English-speakers underneath the telepathic buzz of words, his accent's gotten softened a little over the years. All that exposure to alien languages.
As a kid again, with those experiences still there but not quite so close to the surface, it's back again in all its nasally glory, as strong as it was when he first moved away from Hempstead and closer to Manhattan.
"I bet if I was my normal size I could pick you up with one hand and use you as a barbell!" He mimes weightlifting with what is currently a fairly scrawny arm, albeit one that's slightly less scrawny than Robbie's.
He's enjoying the novelty of this, at least for a moment. With friends like the New Warriors, he'd always wondered just a little bit what it might've been like to meet them younger. He already knows they'd have gotten on fine with the friends he did have, Bernie and Caps and Ginger Jaye, just because of the kind of people they are. And maybe, just maybe, high school might have been a little more fun instead of just...survivable. Safety in numbers, right?
But then they wouldn't have been them, would they? They wouldn't have gotten the powers they'd gotten or lived the lives they'd lived. It was all a billion little bits of serendipity. Still, just for a moment, it's kind of novel.