[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Apartment
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was pressed up against Casper, James would have lunged at that self important douchebag. Before attempting to sacrifice the entire MU for a chance to get his dick wet, James didn’t have an opinion on Havok. They rarely interacted, James would throw him the occasional hi, but at the end of the day, James was focused on building and maintaining the various systems they’d managed to scrape together for power and running water and all the fun stuff for basic hygiene and Havok was off scaring children for fun or whatever assholes did in their spare time. But now, after watching days old members fight against the fucking Brotherhood, after Harry’s serious threat of paralysis, James couldn’t tolerate anything that came out of his mouth. If anyone else in this room suggested they’d been influenced or changed by an island full of telepaths (still something he wasn’t really chill with, if he was being honest), he’d understand. Telepaths were terrifying and ones working for or with the Hellfire club were even worse. But Havok didn’t have that right and all James wanted to do was slug the fucking asshole across the face and revel in the sound of the jackass’ jaw breaking.

But he didn’t. Sure, he could feel his jaw clenching and unclenching with the effort not to lunge at Havok but he kept himself in his seat and just let out a sigh. James pressed an appreciative kiss for the support to Casper’s hand once he’d recaptured one and leaned further on his boyfriend, his attention drawn by the talk of food. [color=mediumspringgreen]“We have some stuff here. Nothing fancy, sandwich stuff and other stuff that’s easy to throw together, if you want to stay in after all that. I figured that now that we can actually get real food consistently, I’d get everyone’s opinions on a grocery list and make a run tomorrow.”[/color] James offered. [color=mediumspringgreen]“But if you want to get out some more, there’s a pretty good place down the road. It’s laid back and relaxing; Miranda and I grab drinks there every so often.”[/color]