Wanted:

[x_husk]

One new labpartner.

Qualifications: Must be smart and not Forge. Although, hm. Redudant?

Yeah, that's right. I SAID IT.

Comments

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

public journal arguments = bad.

stopping right now = good.

not stopping right now = me coming down there and promptly collapsing in a whimpering ball on the floor. do we really want to go there?

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Done. Do stay where you are. I'm not down there anyway; ruins the affect.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

You even think in this direction, Mr. Summers, and I'll sic Jean on you.

No worries, if it gets out of hand, I can patrol the labs. Nothings worse than a Scot on the warpath. But it seems to be defusing.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

napping again. promise.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. Remember, I can cheat and check on you telepathically by asking Nathan to do it. So, nyah.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

And don't think I won't, Scott. Go back to bed.

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

I knew there was a reason I married you.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Because I'm dashingly handsome with an impeccable sense of timing?

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

Something like that, I suppose. ;)