Lanky legs carried themselves through the mall with a vague sense of destination. The amber optics however, that should have been seeking out those he was to be meeting here were far to busy rolling skyward.
"Yeah, yeah. School's great Mom. Uh, ya' know - beautiful campus, beautiful ladies - "
Instant regret. Bad word choice. Recalculating.
As the phone was promptly held away from his ear, Alek scrunched his features and snickered. "Mom-Mom. I'm kidding, they're all disgusting hags. Every last one of 'em. I'm totally staying focused..on..uh..on my classes. I'm really digging...math. Yeah, Calculus. Hah, who knew right? Mmhm. Yep. I know, Dad'll be proud." As the lies bled past white teeth, the Soon to be Wicked-Hopeful found himself advancing on the distinct smell of stale fried foods and idle chit chat amongst lazy mall employees. As the familiar voice of back home kept chattering in his ear about classes, and credits, and homesickness, a pale pink brow quirked with curiosity at the scene that began to unfold before him. The mall, which had appeared to be relatively abandoned thus far, had finally spat out some semblance of civilization. A small cluster of individuals one might not normally spot hanging out together in some ramshackle mall on the far side of town. As a result, something in his gut twisted with anticipation, nerves, and excitement. This had to be them? Not exactly shouting their business or obvious, but...not quite...subtle either. Finally, people who could help him figure out how in the hell he could properly control this mutation. People who were the same, at least sort of - kind of. People who been through this obscure genetic puberty before.
Instantly eyes flickered from face to face wondering what interesting ability and persona was hidden behind each guise. So distracted Alek had become, he'd completely forgotten his worried mother was still on the phone.
"..huh? Ma - what? Sorry! Bumped into a classmate, he needed - ."
And there went Shadow, whose name at the moment was lost on Alek as the black and red haired mutant went skidding past the toes of his shoes kicking up the unmopped dust and grime that mall food courts were famous for.
" -- a hand... Gotta go Mom, study group." Double blinking, technological device quickly stuffed into the linty pocket of his jeans, said hand would be offered to the guy who in turn scrambled to his feet post-haste. It was hard to miss the guys introduction at least, and obviously the phrase 'Wicked One's struck his ears and caught the Polish youth's attention. That was the name of the group his father had mentioned. Silencing the phone that buzzed in his pocket, Alek would hoist and slide his rear end across and atop the nearest food court table to the smattering of individuals. Resting elbows atop knees, and sporting an amused and enthusiastic grin, he'd jab a thumb in Shadow's direction whilst assessing the reactions of those present and accounted for. "Yeah - what he said.".
"Yeah, yeah. School's great Mom. Uh, ya' know - beautiful campus, beautiful ladies - "
Instant regret. Bad word choice. Recalculating.
As the phone was promptly held away from his ear, Alek scrunched his features and snickered. "Mom-Mom. I'm kidding, they're all disgusting hags. Every last one of 'em. I'm totally staying focused..on..uh..on my classes. I'm really digging...math. Yeah, Calculus. Hah, who knew right? Mmhm. Yep. I know, Dad'll be proud." As the lies bled past white teeth, the Soon to be Wicked-Hopeful found himself advancing on the distinct smell of stale fried foods and idle chit chat amongst lazy mall employees. As the familiar voice of back home kept chattering in his ear about classes, and credits, and homesickness, a pale pink brow quirked with curiosity at the scene that began to unfold before him. The mall, which had appeared to be relatively abandoned thus far, had finally spat out some semblance of civilization. A small cluster of individuals one might not normally spot hanging out together in some ramshackle mall on the far side of town. As a result, something in his gut twisted with anticipation, nerves, and excitement. This had to be them? Not exactly shouting their business or obvious, but...not quite...subtle either. Finally, people who could help him figure out how in the hell he could properly control this mutation. People who were the same, at least sort of - kind of. People who been through this obscure genetic puberty before.
Instantly eyes flickered from face to face wondering what interesting ability and persona was hidden behind each guise. So distracted Alek had become, he'd completely forgotten his worried mother was still on the phone.
"..huh? Ma - what? Sorry! Bumped into a classmate, he needed - ."
And there went Shadow, whose name at the moment was lost on Alek as the black and red haired mutant went skidding past the toes of his shoes kicking up the unmopped dust and grime that mall food courts were famous for.
" -- a hand... Gotta go Mom, study group." Double blinking, technological device quickly stuffed into the linty pocket of his jeans, said hand would be offered to the guy who in turn scrambled to his feet post-haste. It was hard to miss the guys introduction at least, and obviously the phrase 'Wicked One's struck his ears and caught the Polish youth's attention. That was the name of the group his father had mentioned. Silencing the phone that buzzed in his pocket, Alek would hoist and slide his rear end across and atop the nearest food court table to the smattering of individuals. Resting elbows atop knees, and sporting an amused and enthusiastic grin, he'd jab a thumb in Shadow's direction whilst assessing the reactions of those present and accounted for. "Yeah - what he said.".