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[dontmesswith]

Look, Gambit's gone now. He's been gone for awhile.

So do me and yourself a favor and let me go too. There's no real point in keepin' me there.

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[dontmesswith]

[...Who is this chick?]

No.

[notscaredofme]

Sounds like it if you're willing to leave over him.

[dontmesswith]

I'm not leavin' over him. Why I want to leave or stay is none of your business.

Who the heck are ya anyway?

[notscaredofme]

You want to. [Raven butting in always.]

Mystique. And you are--?

[dontmesswith]

No I don't.

[She stiffens hearing who the blonde is. Her glare turns lethal.]

No one. Do me a favor and leave.

[notscaredofme]

Jeez. What did I ever do to you? [Hahaha. Irony.]

[dontmesswith]

You don't know, do you?

Are you, what? A younger version of Mystique? Her alternate self?

[notscaredofme]

Know what? That you're rude? I got that.

--Nice hair though. [Snooty. Because she can be.]

[dontmesswith]

I'm rude? I wonder where I got that from. [She's looking straight at Mystique when she says that.]

...God, you were one of those girls? [This is way more than she needs to know, seriously.]