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the stargazing meme

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one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

taken from here.

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[They've just been out to a movie, a highly successful date without any violence or property damage, and John is feeling pretty fucking good about himself as they walk (home?) back to her parents' place. He's getting somewhat better at being surrounded by humans since ending his time hidden away at Xavier's, where he tended to ruin the field trips into human territory - the anger still burns low, ready to be stoked at any moment, but he's getting some control over it.

Funny how Xavier never taught him that, with all of his talk of pacifism and diplomacy. It took something just a bit stronger than that.

He squeezes her hand a little, tilting his head up to look at the sky, then stops in his tracks and grins.]

Holy shit. Look up, Claire. The sky is falling.

[ Anyone who spends a large amount of time around Sandra Bennet is probably rendered capable of keeping their cool, even if she's human. She's literally the coolest mom in the history of television - well. Almost. Second to Joyce Summers - BUT THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. I think it's safe to assume that she's been more than warm and welcoming to John even when Noah hasn't, because boyfriends are bad, Claire never grows up, normal dad stuff.

She smiles as they walk, looking over at him occasionally just because she can - just because she wants to. It's rare she sees him in a truly good mood. She squeezes back, and is so busy looking at his face that she doesn't even notice he's stopped at first. Her eyebrows raise and she turns her gaze to the stars. Immediately, she lights up. ]

Oh my god! [ Though the last time astronomical phenomena occurred she lost her powers, this seems harmless. And good. And really well timed. ] We should find a hill or something. So we can sit, if you want.

As long as it won't start a fight if I get you home a bit late.

[A sidelong look, both amused and warning: he thinks she must know full well that his temper is only mollified at the moment, not gone, but he still feels the need to remind her. Because there are still moments when his fingers itch for his lighter after a sharp look or an offhand comment from Noah.]

The path to the viewpoint isn't far. Can those shoes handle a hike?

I'll send a text, it'll be fine.

[ At which point she pulls her phone out, and does just that. She's a champion texter, so it doesn't take long, and she shifts her focus back to him immediately. ]

Yeah, I've run from people in these. [ Sad reality is ... so sad. ]

I hope they got what was coming to them in the end. [His eyes darken. No one should be chasing his girlfriend. And no one ever will again, if he has any say in it.]

[Then he relaxes a little, giving her a smile.]

I guess blisters aren't a problem, huh? C'mon, this way.

[Before long, they're hoofing it up a steep trail that leads to an outcropping of rock with the best view of any spot in the city. There are viewpoints with roads attached, sure, but the only one that matters also makes you work for it. He keeps hold of her hand as he climbs, still not trusting those heels completely, since there are spots of loose rock where his own shoes slip and slide a little.]

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