’ y’know, by saying that, you’re just         making me worry even more. ‘

❝That's dumb. Told you. It's all just fine...❞

      ’ wow. that’s definitely convincing. ‘

   ❝....It's... nothing. Nothing      you should worry about.❞

      ’ and… you would tell me if         something was up, right? ‘

   ❝Uh.... yeah.❞

      ’ so, what, you just decided to wake         me up for nothing? c’mon, man. ‘

 ❝Well... I guess so..?❞

    ’ shut up, it’s so not dumb!

        you sure about that? y’know that         i’m always willing to listen if you         need me to, johnny. ‘

❝Yeah it is.

    Yeah, yep, fine. It's fine.     Don't need to talk. You     should probably go back     to sleep.❞

My muse has just discovered their dark side and is rather enjoying it. Send me "What's happened to you?" for my muse's reaction to yours discovering them at their worst.

    ’ it’s not dumb. i’m just.. uh, concerned.       i mean,   it’s not every day you haven’t       got a writing.. muse? or whatever. i’m       just worried that   somethin’ might be       up, that’s all. ‘

❝It's completely dumb.

   —Nothing's up. At all.     Everything's, er, cool.❞

❝Uh, yeah, yeah 'm fine. Feel    fine. Why ask? I mean... it's    a dumb thing to ask.❞

        ’ i’m going to hit you. just a little bit. an annoying           bug isn’t a good enough reason to set my bed           on fire! i mean, seriously. of all the reasons—           there wasn’t any demon, johnny. demons don’t           actually exist. ‘

❝But that's not fair, Bobby. I told you already, I didn't    actually intend to light it on fire. The damn bug was    just stupid and wouldn't stay still long enough for me    to kill it.

                     Shut your mouth, Bobby Drake, they totally do.❞

❝That's not fair. I only did it because    I had to. Please, Bobby.❞

        ’ tell me you’re joking. please. because if you’re           not, i’m actually going  to hit you for  giving me           the stupidest reason i’ve ever heard. i mean, i           think this beats the  time you told  me that you           thought there was a demon on my bed. ‘

❝ Please don't hit me. It was really annoying.     I promise you that this isn't a stupid reason     and you'd understand if you were there. Also     I didn't think there was a demon there, I knew     there was.❞

Bobbi narrowed her eyes at him, inspecting him closely: if this was him playing a gamethen she would throttle him right here and now, she didn’t care if everyone would see. “You’re telling me that you have no clue who you are, who I am, or what you’re doing on this expensive, exclusive gala ball?”

She could feel a headache coming up. If he truly didn’t remember, then she’d have to take him home with her: she couldn’t let Magneto find him again or she’d lose her best friend once more.

John frowned in response to her distrust and disbelief. Of course, had it been him, perhaps he would do the same. It was certainly weird to obviously know someone, but for them to have no idea who they were. ❝That does seem to be the case.❞

He sighed, knowing that he should tell her what he did know. But, of course, what if there were things that he knew that she wasn't supposed to? John, honestly, decided that risk didn't matter so much, if she would tell him more about himself, help him remember. ❝I know... I know that I can, I think, control fire? That's... something, right?❞