shaking the dust off of him

[quitethecharmer]

Oh, wow... look, it's been a really long time. So how about instead of doing something rash, you play it cool for a while and just see where things lead us? I appreciate that you want to get me back to the rest of the team, but they'll be able to handle themselves without me for a while.

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[ozren]

Team? [Hey Scott, enjoy the short teenager giving you one of the wariest looks ever. The way you say 'team' doesn't make her think of sports]

Are you a mutant? [Lucky guess, huh? But she seems to realize she's being rude and shakes her head] Sorry.

[quitethecharmer]

[He shakes his head to reassure her there's nothing to be sorry about.]

No, it's alright. There's no point denying it.

[As an X-Man, he needs to be an ambassador of goodwill between mutants and humans. He extends his hand to her.] My name's Scott. What's yours?

[ozren]

There is if you can hide it. [Sorry, no plain old humans here. She gives him a faint smile and takes his hand to shake it]

Wren. Like the bird. 'Cept I don't fly.

[quitethecharmer]

[After releasing her hand, he gives her a quick, friendly smile.]

It's nice to meet you, Wren. {Noticing that she doesn't seem to worried about him being one, he has to ask:] You're... not a mutant too, are you?

[ozren]

[Surprisingly, the smile gets brighter when he asks that. Wren tugs a battered box of colored chalk out of her pocket] Yeah. I can make anything I draw real. Well, okay, not anything. Not liquid. But food and animals and I sorta...

[She trails off and gives an embarrassed shrug] There was Godzilla not too long ago. He broke a few walls.

[quitethecharmer]

[He raises an eyebrow, a little surprised.]

That's quite a power. It sounds pretty useful. My power's... well, let's just say you don't want to see me without my glasses.

Gotta get to bed, but I'll tag back in the morning!

[ozren]

It is when I'm hungry or lonely. [She's the latter more than she likes. Wren tilts her head a bit, studying the glasses. She's never seen any like that, come to think of it]

What happens?

No worries, I'm headed there myself!

[quitethecharmer]

I see. [He goes quiet for a moment, sympathetic. He's seen his fair share of loneliness before.]

...Well, when I take my glasses off, I can't control my powers. They're called optic blasts, and... if I'm not careful, they could hurt someone.

[ozren]

[At least she's beginning to make friends where the mun put her, so it could be worse]

You can't? [Wren winces a little. It must be terrible, not being able to control something like that] Only time I lose control of mine is if I'm really upset, and it has to be something I've drawn myself, so...

[Another shrug, and then] Do you have to sleep with them on too? Wait, that's probably silly to ask. [She's also curious about his team, but considering that's what made her give him weird looks in the first place, she almost doesn't want to bring it up. So!]

Think you'll learn how to control it someday?

[quitethecharmer]

[He looks down, folding his arms in his lap and letting them hang.]

...I don't know if I'll ever be able to control it. I have to wear my glasses or keep my eyes closed, which means that when I wake up, the first thing I have to do is put on my glasses. I can't even open my eyes, or I'll blow a hole right in the ceiling.

[ozren]

Oh... [You're making her want to give you a hug, and she's only just met you. Instead she crosses her own arms, tightening her grip on her chalk] I bet you'll manage someday. Something as powerful as that, it probably takes a while. Don't give up, okay?

[Wren flashes him a smile] Besides, you've got friends to support you, right? Your team?