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"I don't think anyone's called it funny where I can hear before, but sure, if you think so." Persi really wasn't sure what would make it funny, but he did know no one else here had remotely the same approach to anything as he did. To start with, he was the only one who made any attempt at all to make up with God, even if his had probably failed.

Well whatever else, it at least got the brat to shut up. Not to leave, though, and after a moment Persi looked up to see what the brat was doing standing there saying nothing. He did not expect that expression. "What's wrong with you?"

"Um...." Persi was very quickly deciding that this guy was just insane, and that was all. Why did he keep running into violent crazy people? Technically the guy hadn't actually punched him or anything yet, but glaring and stalking toward him didn't have too many other meanings. "What are you--" Persi squeaked when the guy grabbed his shirt, and tried to jerk away. "Let go!

That was about as effective as it ever was. Persi really did not like being near the edge of the roof right now. New rule: No following crazy people up to the roof. Or considering Persi's apparent habit of attracting crazy people, maybe just no going near the roof at all would be a better rule.

Oh, and now the guy was turning into ice. Great. Was this Aiden's cousin or something? Persi was pretty sure Aiden would have mentioned if his dad was around, but a cousin could be older by enough. Either way it was not reassuring Persi at all. Sure Aiden seemed sane, but--why was he in the air?!

"What the hell!" Grabbing the guy's arm probably wouldn't actually make any difference, and if trying to kick him did it certainly wouldn't be a good difference, but Persi wasn't really thinking about what he was doing. Panic tended to have that result. "No, falling's not supposed to hurt at all, what's wrong with you!"

Although, it might be that panicking about falling could hurt. Persi's eyes and throat certainly did. So did his shoulder, but that probably had more to do with the fact that a lunatic was dangling him over the roof by his arm.

"Thanks." Jingle bells! Persi wasn't sure it would, Jingle bells! but if nothing else Jingle all having something that wasn't the way! Jingle Bells stuck in his head Oh what fun would be an improvement. it is to ride He had yet to actually figure out in a one-horse what music Aiden listened to open sleigh! though, so maybe Jingle bells! he should check that Jingle bells! first... Jingle but there had to be all the way! something less problematic. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!

"Er. No?" Jingle bells! "I'm not very good at, um." Jingle bells! "Paying attention to stuff now, though." Jingle all the way! "What were they saying?" Oh what fun Persi wasn't sure who it is to ride would be talking, in a apart from them, one-horse and that obviously wasn't open sleigh! what Aiden meant. Jingle bells! Who knew, Jingle bells! though; it was scifi Hogwarts after all. Jingle all the way! Maybe there was a frost-snake Oh what fun mutant traveling through the walls it is and Aiden could understand to ride frost-tongue language in a one-horse open sleigh! or something.

"Sure." Jingle bells! Persi probably should have Jingle bells! thought of that earlier. Jingle all Maybe he could blame the way! Jingle Bells distracting him. Oh what fun Which wasn't really it is an excuse, but... to ride whatever. in a one-horse It was distracting him open sleigh! from thinking about Jingle bells! it, too. Jingle bells! "How'd you learn to make fudge, anyway?" Jingle all the way! "No one ever let me."

What? Persi was too shocked to try to avoid the slap, or react to it at all apart from leaning back and staring at Aiden. He'd been--actually Persi had been punched plenty of times, but didn't remember specifically being slapped before. Anyway, being hit was fine. Persi was used to being hit. Being hit by Aiden, who normally spent too much time worrying about offending anyone to even be late to class--what? Persi didn't manage to find his voice again until a few minutes after Aiden's rant ended.

Once he did, though, he wasn't very inclined to agree. He'd already said enough to offend Aiden, he might as well take advantage of it to defend himself.

"Those aren't bad, and anyway they're the same thing, and I'm not--I am messed up, but not about that!" Persi had learned not to use his arms if he could help it before they stopped hurting as much, so he tossed his hair out of his eyes out of habit. "God doesn't like mutants, it's a sin, and you--you can do what you want, I guess, but I don't--" Anger broke surprisingly quickly into what Persi would call resignation, and most other people would call depression. Persi went back to staring at his arms. "I don't want to make the world worse, and I don't want to go to Hell, and this is the only way I might be able to fix it."

Persi turned his head enough to give Gemma an extremely skeptical look. Guidance counselors were not, to Persi's knowledge, typically the ones in charge of schools. Not that he knew who was in charge of the Mansion, when he thought about it, but the X men seemed like a good guess. It tended to be hard to argue with people who were known for being able to beat up literally anything they met. And for the rest of it... Persi's expression stopped being skeptical in order to be annoyed. "Who did that? I tried to figure out when everyone would be asleep or whatever so they wouldn't."

Also, her logic didn't quite work. "What's the point of keeping me company if you're not supposed to fix me? You have little counselor minions to do that?" Actually that seemed like kind of a nice idea. Assuming the counselor minions running around fixed people the right way, anyway. That might just be called guardian angels....

Roommates were awkward. Really, really awkward. People in general were awkward, for that matter, but making the person a roommate that Persi still kept feeling guilty for upsetting and angry at for making him feel guilty took it to a whole new level of awkward. Several, in fact.

So Persi was avoiding Aiden, which meant avoiding their room. Normally he'd go outside to do that and avoid everyone, but now it was November and cold and Persi didn't want to be alone that much yet. Maybe if he ran into someone else annoying, but for now, the cold won.

That didn't leave Persi with very many options. He could probably go to the library or something, but he still felt guilty any time he was in the library and not studying, so he went to the living room instead. People weren't guaranteed to be there, so maybe....

As it turned out, someone was there. The brat, once Persi looked again. Well, it wasn't as bad as being around Aiden, and he had eventually left last time they talked, so maybe he had figured out to leave Persi alone? It was with trying before the library, anyway. Persi continued into the room and to a couch near the window before flipping open his sketchbook.

Why was Aiden not hurrying? He wasn't just not hurrying, he was being slow, he should be running. They both should be running, or at least moving away from the mass murderer, not hovering idly in place near her.

...Bus? What did--Persi did not care about the bus, the bus was entirely irrelevant. "I don't care about the bus, we need to get out of here n--"

"Aw, this thing's not all that scary, is it?"

Persi froze for a second, then since he was already standing, turned. Yeah... there really wasn't any good option for what Persi might see with that setup. At least she didn't have weapons yet that Persi could see? Not that that couldn't change in a second, but....

Well, he already knew not answering her wasn't a good idea. "Not unless I start thinking about what was going on in the artist's brain when he made it. We kind of have to go, so, uh, bye?"