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Lucas Halloh

Stepping out of the shadows into a world of heroes without a true identity.

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a character in “Hero Service”, as played by blondehaired

Description

LUCAS QUENTIN HALLOH
BREAKING: New hero is a Goldmine of justice, saving countless lives after attack on Dophins' stadium!

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THE BASICS
CODENAMExxx.xProdigy
ALIASESxxxxxxxxhe hates all his nicknames, anything but Lucas
AGE/ZODIACx.xxseventeen, capicorn
SEXUALITYxxxxxbi-curious
HOMETOWNxxxxMiami, Florida

THE APPEARANCE
EYE COLORxxxxxlike the sea with blues and greens
HAIR COLORxxxxdark brown
HEIGHTxxxxxxx.x6'1"

THE ABILITY
TITLExxxxxxxx.xxAdoptive Muscle Memory and Body Language Analysis
DESCRIPTIONxxmimics observed movements/reads body language.
NEGATIONxxxxxblinded in any way



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BREAKING: Goldmine saves the day again, crossing the country to defeat notorious storm villain Jupiter!


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FASHION STYLE
Fashion is not important to Lucas, but he has mastered it to impress others. He’s become comfortable in suits and dress shirts, mainly from the years he spent at a strict boarding school with strict uniforms. He was never unfamiliar with the dress codes of charity galas and hero recognition ceremonies, thanks to the prowess of his family. But he is most comfortable in his training gear. Long sleeves and sweatpants, sweaters and loose jeans, anything he could wear in a fight. Most of his jeans have rips in them, he tries to train in all his clothes so no one can ambush him. He wears boots unless he’s barefoot or in dress shoes, and always keeps a special pair of aviators that enhance his vision. And if any cold weather is involved, he’ll bundle up immediately. Beanies, trench coats, long socks and boots, he is a child of the sun and warmth.


HERO UNIFORM
Lucas always wraps his hands up to his elbows and his feet to the knees with bandages so that he won’t sustain a lot of bruises. He layers on a thick turtleneck rolled up to the end of the bandages and camouflage pants, both made with durable material that moves with his attacks. The service also made him combat boots with silver tips, giving him an edge when he uses his legs for his moves. The most important component of his uniform is the special-made silver mask that covers his entire face and enhances his vision, strengthening his ability to analyze his opponents and copy their movements. The eyes of the mask glow red when he uses it. When he doesn’t wear it, he keeps his hair back with a black headband and wears a black medical mask. For aesthetics he wears an olive green coat, rolled up to his elbows.


SPECIAL OBJECTS/MARKS/SCARS
Lucas has the usual scars and marks from years of training his combat skills, but nothing remarkable. His brothers told him to “keep his face pretty for the press”.


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BREAKING: Florida Governor Richard Lotz declares Goldmine the top hero of the state!


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hot weather and sun, breakfast food at any hour, training with a worthy opponent, traveling, the smell of vanilla, hot coffee in the morning, long soothing baths after hard training, boys with brown eyes, getting up early, big fluffy cats that like to cuddle, going on long runs, pushing himself to his limits, swimming in the ocean, boats



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cold weather and clouds, any bad weather, spicy food, being beaten in a battle, the smell of burnt coffee, routines, being unable to sleep, feeling weak, the mountains, being treated like a child, needless rebellion and defiance, flashy superpowers, the shadow of his brothers, the media

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BREAKING: Brothers of justice? New hero Vortex, brother of Goldmine, stops assassination plot on the governor!


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ABILITIES ⟶ MUSCLE MEMORY AND BODY ANALYSIS
Lucas is able to mimic moments with just one observation of it. He can reproduce an acrobatic stunt, a martial arts move, or even the aim of a gun by watching a person who can perform that movement, as long as he has the same weapon to replicate aim. This comes with stipulations. If he is blinded in any way, his eyes can no longer send the information to his muscles. This is a weakness that inhibits his other ability as well. With those skills than he can observe, some require his own knowledge of other skills that he may not have; he could replicate a high dive but then he unable to swim. And superpowers are off the table, it is limited to what his body can achieve. This is not a database stored permanently in his memory, but a temporary skill with a limited time span.

With this ability he was also gifted with body language analysis. Lucas is able to intuitive read his opponent’s body language and thus predict which action they will perform next. This is provided that the opponent is not using misleading movements, and the opponent is not too erratic to read. Once he reads his opponents, it is up to Lucas to hone his reflexes and make sure he can perform a proper counter attack.

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BREAKING: Florida hero Vortex is making a name for himself in Chicago, bringing down notorious Flame Gang!


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Lucas in his mind is a perfect hero. He trains so long as he’s awake, listened dutifully to his instructors, even goes to bed early to get a perfect eight hours of sleep. He put himself on a strict nutrition regime, goes for a run every morning, he’s what he believes his teammates should strive to be. A hero.

Hidden in the shadows of two better heroes. Let’s face it, Lucas is walking insecurity masked by a facade of a blooming hero. Every strict rule he puts on himself is the result of a life being the weak baby brother of Goldmine and Vortex. Within his heart is a flame to be the greatest hero in the country, fighting with the enemies inside him. To the others, there is not a perfect hero.

Some of his teammates see him as a stickler, without time for the life of a teenager even if he were to allow himself to have fun. Others may be intimidated by his ruthless dedication to battle. He keeps a mask of calm collection, though some may take his demeanor as judgmental. He doesn’t mean it, really. The criticisms from his brothers, his parents, his trainers, it was negative reinforcement that has guided him to only give negative criticism to his own teammates, often without them asking.

But no one sees the insecure teenage boy inside. The one begging for approval, the reassurance that he would be the great hero that is always out of his reach. The boy who can only see the worst of himself, while fighting tooth and nail to be the best.


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BREAKING: Vortex versus Virus: the hero finally captures the cause of the plague that swept all of Illinois!


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HISTORY
In the Halloh family, a baby to young parents always comes bittersweet. Pauline and Xavier Halloh only had a few years to enjoy their lives as heroes before their first born came. Many heroes chose to keep their profession even with children in the home, but not Hallohs. They took on the role of trainer and instructor before mother and father. Dominic Halloh was their first, their golden child who could literally turn to gold from a early age. He took to their ways well and mastered his abilities. He was followed by their second, Rory Halloh. His portals took a bit longer to show but he was also quite an intelligent child, it did not take long for him to reach the levels his older brother had already surpassed.

But their third was a surprise. The two older boys were already into double digits when Pauline was unexpectedly pregnant. They kept to training the older boys and spent nights dreaming of what their new hero would be like. Little Lucas was nothing that they expected. No sort of power showed for years and they were beginning to think that their boy was... normal? There hadn’t been anyone in the family for years without abilities. They must have been cursed somehow. Lucas noticed these feelings. They always treated him like a sick child, needing to be watched and never pushed to be better. It was when Dominic was just starting to be Goldmine, just starting to make enemies, that the young boy was taken on his way home from his private middle school. His older brother had gotten there just before the enemy could hurt him, but it unleashed new energy from Lucas.

When he was retested for abilities, it was found an ability was lurking underneath. Lucas could copy movements he’d never done or trained for, and read people he’d never met with unmatched skill. It wasn’t obvious or flashy like his brothers, his parents said, but with an increases amount of training he could become a hero. Lucas threw himself into training, as he was expected to do. He was expected to work harder than his brothers and be better with an ability like his. His high school years were spent in private school, little time for friends when he had to study and train. Training filled his early mornings and late nights. He kept every news article written for his brothers, determined to be better than them for all the years they didn’t think he would be anything.

Lucas tested into one of the top teams training for the Hero Service, and made a promise to himself. That he would be the best hero there ever was, and nobody would stop him.


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BREAKING: Is there a third brother joining Goldmine and Vortex in the Hero Service?


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SHEET CREATORxxThe Writer's Voice
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So begins...

Lucas Halloh's Story

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An alarm sounded: it was a few rapid tones followed by a pause. After the pause, the tones repeated, this time louder. After a few repeats, the alarm was almost comically loud for the small room that it inhabited. A few feet away, a pile of blankets on a full-sized bed shuddered as its owner moved about. A muffled groan could barely be heard under the blaring alarm and layers of cloth. Suddenly, Leo sat up in their bed, all of the blankets falling off of them in one fell swoop. The alarm clock was across the room to force them out of bed; if it had been on their nightstand, the urge to just hit snooze and fall back asleep would be too strong. Leo dragged themselves out of the bed. They looked as disheveled as one possibly could be with their hair sticking this way and that and their pajamas basically falling off.

With the alarm turned off, Leo went to begin their early morning routine. They combed through their hair with their fingers before tying it up in a small, tight ponytail. If they were meant to train, their hair needed to be out of their face. They prefered box braiding their hair, but they didn’t have the time for it this morning. Then, they peeled off their comfy, fluffy pajamas and pulled out their uniform. And while it was decently comfortable, it wasn’t nearly as nice as their pjs. Begrudgingly, they slipped into their armored pants, buckling up the secure belt. Then came the layers. It was cold out in Portland. They put on their undershirt, regular black shirt, and then the armored over-shirt. As if to test that armor and wake themselves up a bit, Leo tapped the center of their stomach with their fist, and it bounced off as it always does. Then, they clipped on their utility belt, not bothering to check the pouches. They had been fully stocked last night so of course they’d be fully stocked in the morning. They put on their boots, making sure to lace them up tight but not too tight. Their mask came last, which they let hang around their neck as they went about the rest of their morning.

It had only taken a little while to get ready, so Leo was still extremely groggy as they stumbled into the small cafeteria. They surveyed their surroundings, looking between the few breakfast food options, and yet barely took any of the information in. They already knew what that wanted to eat, and stumbled up to the table. They picked up two sandwiches, packed with eggs, bacon, and cheese, and a large carton of chocolate milk. They checked their watch, seeing how little time they had left, and began their routine of scarfing the food down. In less than two minutes, their plate was clear and their milk was gone. After checking their watch again, Leo shot up, darting over to put their tray into the return pile. There was something about eating that filled Leo with energy. Hmm, perhaps it was the calories? Life is a mystery.

Alvarez’s booming voice echoed through their head. They weren’t even close to late, but Leo hated being anything short of comfortably early. And, unsurprisingly, Leo was one of the first to arrive in the control room. They sauntered in, more than 10 minutes early, with hands behind their head, and smiled at the few occupants in the room. Agent Alvarez was there, of course, and Lucas, of course. They walked up to the two, transferring their hands to their hips. “Sup, boss!” They beamed with a playful salute. Leo’s mood had done an impossible 180 in the last 15 minutes. The magic of food. After greeting Alvarez, they shifted their gaze to Lucas. “And you! How do you always manage to be the first one to the party? Do you sleep in here?” They joked. Leo stood next to him, but that didn’t stop them from glancing behind their shoulder at the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Leonida Armel Character Portrait: Sunhi Na Character Portrait: Katherine Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Lucas Halloh Character Portrait: Kieran Mac Niadh
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Kat’s body hit the ground with a dull thud, drowned out by the taunting voices in front of her. “I didn’t push you that hard! Get up, freak, I’m not done with you.”

”Get up.” Lucas stood above Kat, both slightly panting as she offered her hand for him to help her up. Lucas looks at the hand, then back at her as he folds his arms over his chest. Kat huffs, pulling herself to her feet and charging at him for another attack.

Kat holds her shaking fists in front of her face, wide eyes moving frantically to each of her classmates surrounding her. Their laughter was cruel and deafening. “You’re not gonna use that little ghost of yours, Katherine? You’re too weak to fight us alone.”

”Use your abilities. I want you to fight me at full strength,” Lucas barks as he catches her fist, only letting go when she made the spirit’s armor cover her fists and it burned him. He pulls back, and waits for her next attack towards the edge of the training room. She’d made the first move for most of their training this morning, and would wait for him to strike first.

The teachers never stepped in. Her other classmates never stepped in. The torture never ended until she couldn’t get back up. She curled into a ball, shaking as the bullies surrounded her. “Maybe if we hurt the freak enough those powers will go away-“

”Alright Lucas, Jesus!” Kat finally spits out when he has her pinned to the floor, her stomach pushed into the mat as he held her armor-covered arm behind her. The energy faded once her arm dropped to the mat and she pulls herself up into a seated position. ”Would you stop kicking my ass please?” Kat grumbles as she rubs her arm that he was just holding behind her.

Lucas scoffs, holding out his own arm this time to help her from the floor. ”When you stop making it so easy,” Lucas replies, earning himself a deadly glare from his fellow teammate.

Sometimes Kat didn’t know why she wanted to train with Lucas so much, he only gave her negative criticism and she hadn’t won a training match against him so far. But when she woke up around 3:30AM, drenched in sweat from a never ending nightmare, she needed a good sparring partner that would go back to sleep the moment she woke them up. That didn’t mean she would take his comments lightly.

”Okay hotshot, you’ve been training with two professional heroes. Cut me some slack,” Kat grumbles, grabbing a little towel to throw around her neck so she can wipe the sweat from her face. Lucas rolled his eyes as he walked out the door, calling behind him, ”No villain will cut you slack and neither willI.”

He was not too thrilled when he heard the incessant knocking at his door, waking him up from much needed sleep. The offer of training was never one he gave up, so he dragged himself out of bed without Kat having to ask twice.

The training session didn’t last as long as he thought and Lucas had plenty of time to ready himself for the day. Standing in a steaming shower, he closed his eyes and tilted his head for the hot water to hit the sensitive skin on his face. One month of the Hero Service and he’d been pushed harder than he ever thought he would. Kat was right, he’d been training with his brothers Dom and Rory since he could hold up his fists, but even those on the team without a hint of training before now were giving him a challenge.

He was out of the shower and almost pulling on his usual training clothes when Alvarez’s voice boomed throughout the facility. His uniform had been neatly kept on a special rack in the corner of his room, his mask laying over his boots. The only thing that was slightly disheveled was the bandages he just used in training, thrown on top of the rack before his shower.

Lucas ended up being the first person in the room, even Agent Alvarez came in just moments after him. ”Do you even sleep, kid?” The older man chuckles, tipping his coffee at the young trainee. Lucas smirks back in reply, folding his hands behind him in a proper stance to greet his superior.

The next to come was Leo, who made their place beside Lucas and made a comment similar to the one from the agent. ”I just plan accordingly. I even trained with Kat and got here before you,” Lucas answers matter-of-factly, slipping his mask off once he started speaking with Leo.

He felt a bump at his legs that threw him off balance, stepping one foot back as he looked down. Kibble, little machine that ate sharp objects to give to Lucas as gifts during his boarding school days, was still alive and rolling around as usual. And just behind the little machine, its maker had tripped over her own feet and hit the ground before he could try and catch her fall. ”Sunhi, there wasn’t anything for you to trip on, how did you do that?” Lucas asks in a scolding tone, helping her back onto her feet.

”Chill, Mr. Perfectionist, Sunhi’s a brainiac. So what if she gets a little clumsy?” Kat strolls into the room in full uniform as she speaks, grinning at Sunhi as she makes her way towards the pair.

Kat laid on her bed for a while before she finally pulled herself up for a shower, but there was only about half the team there when she arrived in her own full gear. She notices Leo’s already made it in, and waves as her fellow teammate with a shy smile. The two were already becoming close in this short month, and just being around Leo made Kat more confident overall.

Jordan and Riley were already here too. She was friendlier with Jordan, but smiled towards them when she took her place in the control room. It was no surprise that Kip hadn’t made it yet, sometimes he would sleep through half of their morning briefing before finally gracing everyone with his presence. It was a surprise that he’d made it before their mandatory 5:30, but that quickly changed when Kip came in barefoot.

The second appearance wasn’t much better, considering his shirt was inside out and his clothes looked like they’d been left on the floor. Kat butted in before Lucas could make any sort of comment, ”Hey Kippy, your tag is showing. Did you even put your shirt on right?”

These kids amused Agent Alvarez. All of them had a unique personality and powers that influenced how they interacted with their other teammates. Some looked like they’d been dragged out of bed, namely Kip, but others looked like they’d already been up for hours, like Lucas. Some could brighten up after a few minutes, like Kat and Leo, while some would gripe at the early hours, like Jordan. Either way, they managed to report mostly on time and respected him as their instructor. This team was greatly different from his previous teams, but there was something special about these kids that would set them apart from the rest of the heroes.

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The sound of knocking roused Will from her sleep, though it had only been a light slumber after a night of restless stirring and bad dreams. As she dutifully pulled herself from bed, Will caught the occasional sounds of others waking coming from the rooms either side of her. Alveraz's booming voice rarely failed to wake her peers.

A quick shower took less than two minutes and Will was smoothly pulling her uniform on over skin smelling faintly of citrus. Her hair was wet, but all it took was a moment of flame - her hair turning into a Medusa's nest of flicking flames - and it was dry. The elastic around her wrist made quick work of tying the shoulder-length strands up, now back to her normal dark brown. Grabbing up her leather jacket, Will headed out.

She stretched as she walked, hands above her head and pulled straight up, arching backwards ever so slightly. Some mornings Will woke up 30 min early so she could do a proper stretch routine before the training day properly started. It helped settle her mind for the day and keep her from feeling stiff. This morning the yoga had been skipped in favour of a little extra sleep.

As Will entered the control room she gazed at those who had arrived before her, nodding towards those she was on good terms with and giving only a polite smile to the others. Will came to stand beside Lucas, a warmer smile sent his way even if she didn't feel the need to start idle chit-chat. Will may be able to get up early enough, but it took her slightly longer to feel like talking.

Kip stumbled into the room looking frazzled and only partially dressed. He darted back out and reappeared a moment later with the previously missing shoes, making some comment to Sunhi and Enzo about being late and Alveraz. Will had the distinct impression that in his haste, Kip had missed the fact that the agent was standing with them in the room, perhaps partially blocked by other team members, but very clearly there.

Will cleared her throat and turned to the agent, saying clearly "Good morning, agent Alveraz." It was loud enough for Kip to hear and Will watched from the corner of her eye as the boy froze partway through righting his previously inside-out shirt, having realised his mistake.

Kip pulled his shirt on correctly and turned to their instructor, an easy smile plastered on his face. "Alveraz...Al.. Nice to see you. I was just joking about the beep boop thing. I'm actually, like, perfectly on time." The boy ran a hand through his hair, a tell of his true nerves that only those who knew him well might catch.

Will just rolled her eyes and settled back to wait for the meeting to begin.

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Character Portrait: Anouk Vervloet Character Portrait: Riley Schofield Character Portrait: Lorenzo de la Riva Character Portrait: Leonida Armel Character Portrait: Sunhi Na Character Portrait: Katherine Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Willow Forst Character Portrait: Lucas Halloh Character Portrait: Kieran Mac Niadh
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”All members of Hero Team Zeta 422 will be in the control room at 5:30 sharp, full gear required."

From the comfort of a bed never made, Anouk groaned and rolled onto her other side. Now awake, she was instantly bitter, having been plucked from a lucid dream. She had spent most of it flying, and, to her delight, she had neither required wings to do so, nor experienced any such pain in the process. Suffice to say, she was far from eager to return to consciousness, where both factors were quite the opposite.

After several minutes of lying in tired reluctance, she clamoured out of bed, dropping her pyjamas to the floor in what had now become an act of lazy routine. For a brief moment, she stood naked in front of her mirror, face sleepy and sheepish. Then, she sighed, and with a grimace, put on her 'uniform'.

It never didn't hurt, but she had grown used to the pain of the scales by this point. They emerged, piercing and sharp, from beneath her skin, and folded to tuck flat against her body. Dark like deep water, they interlocked into what looked like a catsuit of navy crocodile skin. It kept the warmth in, for the most past, but nonetheless she threw on a hoodie before wandering down to the control room, as the morning chill lingered a touch too heavily. Her feet walked bare and scaled across the polished floors, and she winced at the cold, and then winced further, as she allowed the scales on her soles to thicken.

she arrived just in time to hear Kip offering what was, undoubtedly, something both insincere and unconvincing. She smiled at the first, and potentially last, amusing moment of the morning, before sidling over to Kip. In the midst of a stifled yawn, she nodded at Alvarez, concurring with Kip.

"Me too, Al. I've been up hours. 'Rise and grind' and all that."

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“I just plan accordingly. I even trained with Kat and got here before you,” Lucas’ response was curt, as it usually is, and he said it with a twinge of boastfulness. Although Leo didn’t appreciate that, that wasn’t what their attention was drawn to. For a moment, something flashed in Leo’s eyes as they looked, no, glared as they met Lucas’ gaze. Leo likes to be aware of what they feel; it helps them keep control of their emotions and appear more calm and pleasant in general. But for a second there, they had no idea what had happened. They had no idea what they were feeling. They blinked, and their stare was reverted, returning to the usual relaxed smile with a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

“Damn! Without me?” They chuffed, putting on a fake and exaggerated pout. “Invite me to the party next time.” The pout faded back in a wide grin.

Before seeing what Lucas would say in response, Jordan entered the room, and all of their attention went to him. He closed the distance between the two of them quickly, resting his head on their shoulder before whining, “Leeeeooooo it's too early for this,” and pulling them into a hug.

Without hesitation, Leo wrapped their arms around Jordan and hugged him back. “I know, I know, mon coeur.” They cooed, stroking the back of his head with one of their hands. Leo cared greatly for their friends, and Jordan was one of the closest and most precious to them. There was something about seeing their friends in distress that brought out their inner guardian. “Did you get enough sleep? Did you make sure to eat breakfast?” They asked, their voice full of genuine concern.

There was something about Leo’s presence that always instantly made Jordan feel better. Or maybe it was just their amazing hugs, the type that were the closest thing you could get to hugging sunshine. They were the perfect thing for a too early morning and Jordan felt better the moment Leo wrapped their arms around him, let alone stroked his hair.

“Mm. Never enough sleep, Leo. But I ate breakfast,” he mumbled back in response. “They had those nice chocolate pastries.” He straightened up and released Leo just in time to see Kat come in and returned a lazy smile at her. Kip’s arrival, followed by his departure, followed by his return managed to lure a laugh from Jordan’s lips despite the early morning. “Long night, Kip?” He quipped with a smirk.

Leo’s smile became more warm as they heard about Jordan’s morning. “I know it can be hard, but you need to try and go to sleep earlier. But it is good that you ate breakfast!” They chirped as Jordan pulled back, scanning his face with the usual gentle gaze.

People started to enter the room, including Kat, who immediately caught Leo’s attention. She waved and smiled at them, a simple act that made Leo’s chest feel light. Without hesitation, they beamed right back at her, giving her a small, playful salute. After doing that, Leo couldn’t stop their stare from lingering on her for an almost awkward amount of time. After several seconds, they blinked, realized what they were doing, and tried to act nonchalantly about the fact that they were staring at Kat.