MAT ROSE
xxxxxxi'm not bitter
xxxxxxi'm just tired
xxxxxxno use getting angry
xxxxxxat the way you're wired
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Well. Not overly alarmed. Maybe just a little. He sat down, looking around the coffee shop with something between curiosity and exhaustion. Maverick had more or less disclosed that he had telepathy, because conversations with him would be "interesting", as he'd said himself.
An Asian guy matching the description of one of the group arrived, with a lazy wave and a grin. "Yep. Fucked up EO support club," Maverick said, before taking a mouthful of his own coffee. Before Mat even got a chance to suggest they all introduce themselves, two more arrived. A tall, intimidating looking girl and a really cute blonde Asian girl. When the Asian girl mentioned they were better looking than she expected, Mat was pretty damn sure that she blushed a little. But she caught herself, reminded herself why they were here, and cleared her throat.
"Uh, I think we might still be waiting on a few people, but why don't we introduce ourselves?" She suggested. Maverick raised his eyebrows. "What, are we going to play some dumb game with a ball to make sure we learn each other's names?" He asked, and Mat shot him the most venomous glare she could muster. He raised his hands. "Fine, whatever. I'm Nikolai, but you'll probably all butcher that pronunciation so just call me Niki. You all know me as Maverick, so be warned, I can hear what you're all thinking." He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if that was good enough. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm Matilda, but please just call me Mat, you all know me as hopepunk, and I'm a mimic."