abigail anderson i am rotating you in my head like a specimen in a lab

alex summers keeps a tidy room, habitually rises early, gets restless when he tries to focus on a static task and does his best thinking when he's moving, he's got a keen eye for detail and a good mind for problem solving and puzzles and he's a passable cook but his specialty is breakfast foods, and he feels everything so deeply but his pride won't let him show it most of the time. He's got a good head for numbers and three dimensional visualisation but he's always been a slow reader and prefers to listen to audiobooks or podcasts instead of reading, he does the newspaper sudoku on sunday mornings, doesn't hold grudges as well as he acts like he does and would rather die than betray those he considers family.

falling in love with jean grey feels like fire works and panic attacks and bursts of wild confidence followed by days of reassuring her that she isn't the villain she thinks she is and the sticky sweet taste of cherry coke on a golden summer afternoon and the ephemeral buzz of everything seeming to just work somehow after three drinks and the sleepless hazy feeling you get from days spent in the library as finals approach and none of it makes sense but it's perfect somehow

Roxy Morton can't cook for herself, hates a messy or untidy space, finds herself incredibly restless on a regular basis for seemingly no reason and has always been an early to bed early to rise type. She's a minimalist and doesn't like to hold onto very much in terms of memorabilia and photos but the things she holds onto mean an unspeakable amount to her. She doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and prefers to pop her popcorn on the stove the old fashioned way rather than in the microwave.

crawling out of my grimy little hole to say that head empty no thoughts just that jean grey would be an absolute wreck over bo burnham's inside