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[whiplashing]

"Comfort food is good but you're not sitting here to eat. You're sitting here to practice your face-melting. Moving. Shape shifting.

You should shape shift into a dinosaur." He sees no cooler thing, to be perfectly honest, and his hand is going a mile a minute, fingers tapping the table. "See? Lizard King. Jim Morrison--full circle."

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"How do you know?" Raven asks, her smile growing a touch wider. She's more than a little impressed that he figured out her ability. That, or the mutant community is small enough that she's gained herself some sort of notoriety. Neither would surprise her, really, not with his previous references to the shapeshifting. There must be something about him that sees through it.

She's pretty sure it's that speed he's got going on. "Make sure you don't break something. Might be a little hard to explain to the waitress," she tells him simply, shrugging. "I don't think I'd look that good as a dinosaur, but I could probably do Jim Morrison."

[whiplashing]

"I just notice it." He wiggles his hands, though he has to remember to go slowly since not many people would even see it. He offers not a grin, but a smile. "I can see it, I mean. You're not bad I don't think, I mean, I can't do it. Would get rid of this." An errant tug on his hair and he's balancing himself on two legs in the chair.

"How come you don't just rob everywhere? I would." I do.

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It would definitely be tough, having to remind yourself constantly to go slowly enough to be seen. The smile - instead of that usual grin - is different, and noted as a sort of change of pace; the conversation is moving away from the hypothetical and into the real, she thinks.

"Your hair's not that bad," she muses, "It could be worse." But she's all about accepting oneself. Easier said than done when she spends half her time looking like someone else entirely.

"And who says I don't? Maybe I've just gotten past petty theft, and I've moved onto bigger and better things."

[whiplashing]

That? That has his attention. Enough that he stops what he's doing altogether.

Enough that he's starting to stare.

"What bigger and better things?" Because this pretty girl, with her fake skin and fake face, could definitely have some fun, Peter thinks. Especially if they join forces.

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That was something. She has a feeling that it isn't often that he stops completely, and yet, she managed to get him to do so. Not that she's honestly that surprised; she's got a sort of talent when it comes to getting attention.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She teases, voice almost a purr. "I'll put it this way, it's not exactly hard to break into places when you've got my skills."