On finding a younger voice

[ihearyouthink]

It's a good idea...I'm just wondering if another journal might be needed. One does only have so many icons. Really, you've used me from every age imaginable.

[smirking]

However, I am amused that the trend it more towards being younger rather than older. You've started with Sir Patrick Stewart and are ending with a young 10 year old boy. At this rate, I shall be nonexistent when you next upload icons.

~Prof. X

Comments

[pillpopper]

Does someone pay you to be nonchalant or do you just not care?

[ihearyouthink]

[Hm. That face. Curious.]

[Charles frowns.]

I beg your pardon?

[pillpopper]

Why the hell would you want to be younger? [ obvs high school was not this guy's glory days. ]

[ihearyouthink]

It could be said many people wish to be younger. Avoiding old age...

I thought I was quite precocious as a child.

[pillpopper]

Old age? You're, what? Forty?

[ihearyouthink]

[Lineface.]

...Twenty five.

[pillpopper]

Okay, so -- old age isn't your thing. Again, why the hell.

[ihearyouthink]

[Cue the quick change, just because the mun can]

Why not?

[pillpopper]

[ no nonono this is his nightmare. instantly steps back. he can barely be responsible for himself, let alone a kid. plus they're all emotiony. gross. ]

Because that's fucked u-- Jesus, I can't say that in front of a kid. [ ceases some frantically accusatory pointing to cover his mouth, looking around for literally anyone better equipped to handle this. ]

[ihearyouthink]

[He tsks at the language, even being 10 years old he can disapprove of you.]

I'm all of 10 years, I'm not a kid. You should watch what you say, your mum might make you eat soap.

[pillpopper]

My mom's -- [ forget it. not important. ] So, wait, you're just ten now? Out of nowhere? What about all the stuff you knew before, did you just forget it or something? [ he actually hopes so though he doesn't even know why he's still talking. just keeps asking stupid questions, prolonging a conversation he now dearly regrets starting. ]

[ihearyouthink]

I know enough. [He's still a telepath too, albeit not as practiced.] Is your mother not around anymore? My mum's the same, she drinks. Alot.

[pillpopper]

[ that is called oversharing. wesley looks about one second away from clapping his hands over his ears and rattling off la-la-la's like the mature young man he is. ]

No, she's gone. Gone gone. My mom's dead. [ anyway. ] Uh, you got anyone else? Brother? Nanny? Maybe like a concerned nearby uncle?

[ihearyouthink]

Oh. M'sorry.

I have a sister. She's blue.