[Shaw is in a good mood today. It's beautiful weather outside, Emma is gorgeous, Erik is desolate, and for the first time in a very long time he can walk around his own home - dungeon really, but he lives somewhere floors above so it all counts as is home - without that ugly helmet. The novelty had worn off not long after keeping Charles Xavier on the premises and essentially having to wear the helmet everywhere he went, or to have Emma constantly cloak his mind, or to trust in the craftsmanship of the walls of his personal bedroom that were supposed to be psychic proof. But bullshit. Shaw hasn't gotten this far trusting anything and it's not until that little blue minx of Xavier's tries to take down a guard and demands to know what they did with Charles that he finally, finally takes the damn thing off.
And it is a beautiful thing to be free in his own home. So excuse the smile; he's feeling awfully good today.]
You know, the guards told me you wouldn't say a word last night. Wouldn't eat your dinner either. And here I thought you'd appreciate a decent steak.
[Shaw comes right up to the door of Charles' cell, fingers curling around the thick beams embedded in concrete. Crude, but not a damn speck of metal in this place just in case someone got heroic ideas in their thick skull.] What's the matter Xavier? Cat got your tongue?
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[Shaw is in a good mood today. It's beautiful weather outside, Emma is gorgeous, Erik is desolate, and for the first time in a very long time he can walk around his own home - dungeon really, but he lives somewhere floors above so it all counts as is home - without that ugly helmet. The novelty had worn off not long after keeping Charles Xavier on the premises and essentially having to wear the helmet everywhere he went, or to have Emma constantly cloak his mind, or to trust in the craftsmanship of the walls of his personal bedroom that were supposed to be psychic proof. But bullshit. Shaw hasn't gotten this far trusting anything and it's not until that little blue minx of Xavier's tries to take down a guard and demands to know what they did with Charles that he finally, finally takes the damn thing off.
And it is a beautiful thing to be free in his own home. So excuse the smile; he's feeling awfully good today.]
You know, the guards told me you wouldn't say a word last night. Wouldn't eat your dinner either. And here I thought you'd appreciate a decent steak.
[Shaw comes right up to the door of Charles' cell, fingers curling around the thick beams embedded in concrete. Crude, but not a damn speck of metal in this place just in case someone got heroic ideas in their thick skull.] What's the matter Xavier? Cat got your tongue?