Naturally. How could he be so lucky as to have that courtesy?
"I don't care if you bodycheck someone, provided you try not to put them into my path. In fact, don't promise. If people get violent on the ice and you don't feel like flying to stop them, body check them specifically away from me."
David could, from time to time, be practical like that.
Laced up and ready to go David walked with all the confidence of the graceful to the door, and then sighed before taking Jean-Paul's arm. Yes, he knew he was going to embarrass himself if he didn't. Well, not embarrass. No one would care but David himself. Still, the extra balance that was offered by the simple strength of the other mutant was enough to keep his foot from going out from under himself when he put his weight on first one skate and then both.
Still, David could feel how close he was to slipping and let out a series of curses in Krakoa that were, at their core, effectively comparing the bastard ice to Bobby's 'stupid fucking puns'.
"I swear to go I could walk a mile in skates off the ice. But the just abruptness of where the skills were pulled from my mind is so frustrating. Like hitting the sudden edge of a sink hole or something. Nowhere near as elegant as a proper telepath could do it."
And then David cursed again. Why hadn't that occurred to him? He could ask a favor from Quire. Get someone who had the basics at least down who would be cool with a telepath in their head, have Quire do a data dump with personal memories and details scrubbed, and at least start learning the tricks again himself.
"Sometimes I think I might be the most idiotic genius back home."
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"I don't care if you bodycheck someone, provided you try not to put them into my path. In fact, don't promise. If people get violent on the ice and you don't feel like flying to stop them, body check them specifically away from me."
David could, from time to time, be practical like that.
Laced up and ready to go David walked with all the confidence of the graceful to the door, and then sighed before taking Jean-Paul's arm. Yes, he knew he was going to embarrass himself if he didn't. Well, not embarrass. No one would care but David himself. Still, the extra balance that was offered by the simple strength of the other mutant was enough to keep his foot from going out from under himself when he put his weight on first one skate and then both.
Still, David could feel how close he was to slipping and let out a series of curses in Krakoa that were, at their core, effectively comparing the bastard ice to Bobby's 'stupid fucking puns'.
"I swear to go I could walk a mile in skates off the ice. But the just abruptness of where the skills were pulled from my mind is so frustrating. Like hitting the sudden edge of a sink hole or something. Nowhere near as elegant as a proper telepath could do it."
And then David cursed again. Why hadn't that occurred to him? He could ask a favor from Quire. Get someone who had the basics at least down who would be cool with a telepath in their head, have Quire do a data dump with personal memories and details scrubbed, and at least start learning the tricks again himself.
"Sometimes I think I might be the most idiotic genius back home."