Kyle's face is a study in exasperation. "That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. It's not a fucking equivalent holuday, it's... agghhhhh." He exhales, irritated.
He looks at Carter. "It's okay, it's already like mostly over if I'm keeping track of my dates right. Gets a little confusing, you're right. But thanks."
As often happens when his mutant friends talk, Kyle must listens. Their world is so different to his own. Sometimes it sounds awesome and other times, like now, it sounds like a dystopia.
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He looks at Carter. "It's okay, it's already like mostly over if I'm keeping track of my dates right. Gets a little confusing, you're right. But thanks."
As often happens when his mutant friends talk, Kyle must listens. Their world is so different to his own. Sometimes it sounds awesome and other times, like now, it sounds like a dystopia.
"That's the big robots, right?"