[ Arthur is in the middle of organizing the shelf space in the storage cabinets in their room -- something they were lucky to have. Because while Charles may not have been someone to go poking around, Arthur was. At least enough to believe in gathering what resources that could be found. Not just for themselves but for the others living in the same unit.
He's still kneeling down in front of one of them when the door opens and he looks over at Erik, not knowing who the hell he was but apparently he knew Charles (though the mention of paisley shirts is a callback to a certain someone he wasn't wanting to think about for fuck's sake). ]
[ Erik stops short and sizes up the young man. A bit old to be one of the students. Perhaps a teacher, or a student who simply came to the school very late as it sometimes happens. And yet somehow he doesn't know who Erik is. ]
You must be new. [ And ignorant to the point of absurdity. Even when he wishes it didn't, Erik's reputation tends to proceed him. Particularly in America. ] I'm Erik. Also known as Magneto. Where is Charles?
[ When the residents had started dividing up living quarters, Erik had no intention of sharing with Charles. In fact, he had every intention of ensuring that such boundaries were very clear.
But Charles had not even broached the topic with him. So all of Erik's prepared statements went unsaid. At the time he had thought Charles finally understood.
He had not anticipated this. Some man decades his junior ordering him about like an errand boy. ]
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He's still kneeling down in front of one of them when the door opens and he looks over at Erik, not knowing who the hell he was but apparently he knew Charles (though the mention of paisley shirts is a callback to a certain someone he wasn't wanting to think about for fuck's sake). ]
He's not here. You are?
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You must be new. [ And ignorant to the point of absurdity. Even when he wishes it didn't, Erik's reputation tends to proceed him. Particularly in America. ] I'm Erik. Also known as Magneto. Where is Charles?
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Not new. Still don't know you.
[ He then shrugs at the question, ]
He could be any number of places. Why do you want to know?
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Any number of reasons. We have some matters to discuss.
[ Nothing important, not that he is going to say as much to the young man with the entitled attitude. ]
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Fashion matters?
[ He gestures to the bundle Erik has. ]
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Considering you are in my room, yeah. They do.
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[ Prick. ]
[ He turns to go. ]
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Crossing his arms, ]
We share this room. You leave the clothes, he'll get them.
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But Charles had not even broached the topic with him. So all of Erik's prepared statements went unsaid. At the time he had thought Charles finally understood.
He had not anticipated this. Some man decades his junior ordering him about like an errand boy. ]
Go fuck yourself.
[ He leaves. ]
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You first, asshole!