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[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

Magneto storms through the door and stops. He looks like he'd been working himself up into a Grand High Dudgeon when Milliways interfered. He glared at nothing for a moment as if mentally getting one last word in, in an argument before closing his eyes and centering himself before he continues to the counter of the bar.

"Brandy, please. Something obscure, if you would."

A giant snifter appears on the counter and he dips his nose into it. With a delicate snif, he smiles slightly. "Thank you."

He takes the brandy and retires fire-ward. Once there, he stares into the mesmerising flames as he tries to forget what they want him to help them do.

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[necessary_child]

He thinks about this. "Mostly. I'm the only one to spend so much time on Earth- probably because I'm the only one with a lack of choice in the matter- so I'm generally left more or less alone, these days. And I usually manage to enjoy myself. It's not Heaven but-" a shrug, "it could be worse."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"You could be hunted by your brethren and sistren, for example."

[necessary_child]

He smiles a little. "Only occasionally."

[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

"So long as you're happy," he says with a shrug.

Unsaid in words (but volumnously in tone), he wouldn't be happy in such a situation. Then again, Magneto is rather ... headstrong, forceful and confrontational.