by Trev Anderson » Mon Mar 27, 2017 12:36 am
"Well... I mean, that'd be pretty ironic, because she came from just about the most anti-mutant family in the Chicagoland area, and she basically told me to never speak to her again after I sent her boyfriend flying into the trophy case with my voice." Trev pondered aloud, not really paying attention to Sam as she *easily* slipped into his mind and grabbed the image of an athletic though conservatively-dressed brunette named Stephanie. In the particular memory that was floating around the surface of Trev's memory at the moment, she was standing jaw agape and with her hands over her ears as a younger, even chubbier Trev stood with his hands clapped over his mouth in shock while a crowd of onlookers stared in silence.