Snippet #2477540

Memory gave a slight shake of her head politely to Cara's question on a coffee refill before taking another swig of her morning wake up juice. As Ryan stumbled through his sentence and left to get his juice, she smiled. He was cute, no, adorable like a little boy. In a moment of realisation at what she had just thought she frowned slightly and shook her head.
'Well, I won’t be saying that to him. I can see how he could take that the wrong way.' She finished her coffee and placed the cup down as Ryan returned and slipped his hand onto her waist again. She liked it. It was reassuring. Sweet. It made the entire morning seem brighter. Like there was a new glow to the world. But then it all went to crap as two people walked in, a man and a woman. She immediately recognised them as the siblings from the Morlocks. As her gaze focussed in on Canaan her face twisted into a mixture of annoyance and mild disgust. If there was someone she wasn't wanting to see, it was that bitch.

Jonathan rolled his eyes playfully at Kyle's words and crossed his arms over his chest, one eyebrow raised slightly as the Frenchman told of his drinking habits and daily activities. He chuckled slightly at the airhead comment and looked to the ceiling trying to think of what he had planned for the day. The fact that they were being hunted and couldn't go out into the streets, it significantly lowered their options.
"Well... I suppose we could-" A loud growl made him turn quickly to its source and a sick feeling hit his stomach. Ryan began to shift slightly into his Leviathan state and stepped in front of Cara and memory. Jonathan's hazel followed Ryan's to the pair that had just walked in. He had heard about them, but had yet to the see the siblings.

“What're you doing here? You wanna fight again?”

Jonathan took a sharp breath in at the mention of fighting. While he preferred to settle things a little more diplomatically, except when it came to David, Jonathan could understand why Ryan would want to fight. But he refused to have Ryan fighting now, not while his sister was in a position that she could potentially be hurt.
"I'll just... I'll be a sec," Jonathan said to Kyle, his eyes now on Memory, as he walked forwards quickly, but cautiously. Not far from her though, he stopped. He slipped off his glove and let it drop to the ground. They both watched Ryan and the feline growing more and more ferocious until Ryan furthered his transformation. Without another thought, Jonathan sprang into action and moved behind Ryan to his sister, grabbing her hand and pulling her back behind him. At first she was ready to protest, but seeing Ryan now in full Leviathan form she thought better of it.

Memory's mind was racing. She was starting to freak out. How could such a perfect morning have turned around in two second? How could everything good been turned upside down and into... this? A strange satisfaction, and almost pride, washed over her as she saw the fear on the man's face when Ryan let his true power show. There was something about him that she didn't like, though it was likely more to do with his sister. Jonathan was matching her thoughts, but for a different reason. He didn't trust this Terra. The way he was smooth talking his way out the situation... there was just something off about him.

Before they could continue to think on their distrust of the pair, a word slipped from Ryan's lips that made both Jonathan's and Memory's blood run cold. As he said "Monster...", they looked to each other with wide eyes, half in worry and half in fear. They had been trying to show him that he wasn't a monster, that he was just as normal as everyone else, that there was nothing wrong with him, but this had just erased everything they had been working on. Jonathan stepped back and pushed Memory behind him further when Ryan reached up to his face and his scales and body began to grow and contract randomly. A sudden fear, greater than she should have been feeling, pulsed through her body. Her fears were corrupting, distorting into something worse. She looked down to her hand, still held tight by Jonathan as he kept her back, then snatched it back as she realised where this feeling was coming from. He looked back at her for a second in confusion, but returned his eyes to Ryan when it seemed he had begun to calm down. She followed suit.

“Well, since you’re not here to fight, in that case, let me be the first to say, welcome to the X-Mansion. I'm Ryan. I’m sorry I yelled at you. It wasn’t very nice of me."

As Ryan offered his hand, Terra came forward into what seemed like a brotherly hug. Jonathan narrowed his eyes as he watched them. Something wasn't right. He just couldn't trust them after this, couldn't see why they would just retract their claws and go straight into something so... personal? Intimate? Separating, Ryan looked down at his shredded clothes and tried to act as if he were unaffected by the fact he was practically naked.
“Well then, if that’s settled, I’ll be taking my leave. Please, help yourself to something to eat. This is your home now too.” He made to leave quickly, and Memory started to go after him, but Jonathan grabbed her wrist gently and stopped her.
"Leave him be," he said quietly to her, "give him some time to calm down." She opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. As much as it pained her to admit, he was usually right about these kinds of things. He gave an understanding smile, and then moved away from her.

His eyes lingered on Terra for a moment, a look of distrust barely concealed, before he smoothed out his expression so that he seemed unaffected, maybe just concerned. He walked back over to Kyle and leaned back against the wall. He leaned in a little closer to Kyle.
"I don't trust him," he said quietly. He shook his head and stepped back, turning to Kyle with an apologetic smile. "Sorry 'bout that." He cleared his throat and gave another quick unsure glance to the pair, before finishing the conversation they were previously having.
"How does a walk sound?" He asked with a smile. "I need some fresh air."