[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#FF5733]Erik[/color] and [color=ed145b]Ellie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/m11r6bh1t/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Ellie continued to fiddle with the radio, wishing that she had a stick of gum or something to chew on. Everything was so boring and slow and she couldn't help but be irritated. [color=ed145b]"Ya got any kids, mon ami?"[/color] Ellie asked, figuring they might as well strike up a topic of conversation. [color=ed145b]"'Cause Charles, he seems t' think that I need a dad or somethin' - I swear he'd correct my grammar in my diary if I had one,"[/color] she mentioned with a laugh. 

	[color=#FF5733]"No, I don't have any kids Ellie,"[/color] Erik said with a laugh as he drove. They were going on a little bit of a drive. There was some Scottish friend of Charles' who worked for the US government in some division or another, Moira McTaggert was her name. They needed to meet up with her first, before they did anything else.

	Ellie pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag and then blowing out the smoke, pretending that she was a dragon. She always loved stories with dragons in them, though her brothers had told her that dragons were the devil's dog - which always made them sound secretly more amazing to her, but she knew what they had meant. It was something against their lifestyle and religion, so it needed to be destroyed - just like her. She shuddered slightly as the still fresh memory of Olivier and Henri trying to burn her at the stake came to mind. [color=ed145b]"Ya ever want kids?"[/color]

	[color=#FF5733]"To be honest, I never really thought much about it... Especially since technically, I am in my 40's, though because of a bit of meddling I'm a lot younger now. I don't know if I want to have kids. I'm not against the idea, but I'm not sure if I want any..."[/color] he responded. He wasn't too sure about having kids, especially since despite how he looked, he was in his 40's, and most people didn't really think about having kids of any kind at that age.

	[color=ed145b]"For what it's worth, connard, I think you'd be a bang up dad,"[/color] Ellie commented, taking another drag from her cigarette. She was trying to resist the urge to ask how long it'd be until they arrived at their destination, since in her opinion, it was already taking way too long for them to get there. 

	Erik chuckled slightly at that, [color=#FF5733]"I'd have to agree with you, doubt I'd be a good father, but it doesn't matter much now does it? Having a family in a world that tries to harm mutants? Not exactly one I'd want to raise kids in."[/color]

	Ellie laughed. [color=ed145b]"Ya really don't know any slang, do ya mon amie? Bang up is a good thang - like [i]bitchin'.[/i] Like - like I think you'd be a bitchin dad, Erik,"[/color] she explained, giggling. However, her smile abruptly faded as her thoughts once more went towards the violence mutants faced. Her moods could swing like this and she tossed her cigarette out of the car. [color=ed145b]"They don't just try to harm mutants....They kill us."[/color]

	[color=#FF5733]"Which is why we are doing, what we are doing, to make sure it ends, so no one else has to deal with that hopefully. Make a better future for everyone,"[/color] he said, reassuringly, [color=#FF5733]"Though sometimes I wonder if we should try a more direct approach to everything, fight back as opposed to sneaking around."[/color]

	[color=ed145b]"Honestly, mon copain, je pense que...eh, I think we'd be better off killing these people. They already want us dead. Don't see why we should turn the other cheek."[/color]

	[color=#FF5733]"We need to try out different options first, then we can see about that..."[/color]