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It's her first evening away from home, and even Papa's strong mental presence has left her range by now.
It's lonely.
She knows that humans aren't lesser than mutants, per se, but she's still used to a different flavor of minds thrumming against hers when she's trying to go to sleep.
She and Emily aren't the only mutants on campus, though. There aren't a lot of them, but there's one other, at least...
She reaches out to them.
Hello?
Mercifully, they round the corner at that moment and come face to face with the dining hall.
"Fingers crossed for decent food."
Time to enter the building!
Cafeterias are...not Z's favorite place in the world, historically. Hopefully this one's gonna be better.
Perhaps having two badass mutant chicks who like him flanking him will improve the experience.
It so does.
(There's some mumbling and pointing that's hard to ignore, but he's learned to enjoy that more than anything else. Hell yes, everybody look at him!)
He makes a bee-line for the nearest completely unoccupied table.
There are some of those!
It's a little surreal, imagining what they see when they look at us.
what d'you think they see?
He puts down his bag and takes off his jacket to drop it on one of the seats.
You have horns and a leather jacket, we're dressed respectably and have no visually obvious mutations. Kind of a "good girls want bad boys" kind of thing.
He snorts.
oh, yeah, i’m definitely that smooth.
if that’s how they’re seeing it, though, it’s not like i mind, right?
I'm not thrilled if they think I'm into you like that but whatever.
Pfft. Not your fault what assumptions a bunch of baseliners want to make.
Grin.
i’m sure they’ll be onto the next weird rumor by next week no matter what.
yeah, it happens a lot. i’m a horrible gossip magnet.
oh, i’ll watch your stuff if you guys want to get food first.
"Thank you," she says, putting her bag down and beaming at him before also leaving.
He is the bag guardian, guardian of the bags! Seniors quiver before him!
Nobody approaches, luckily.
He manages to acquire food without being hassled.
Success!
He comes back with some kind of pasta dish and a soda, and almost sits on his bag before remembering to move it to the side.
"...so. Cool."
The joy of growing up not surrounded by mutants is that this is incredibly novel and exciting!
She giggles. A steel bracelet on her right wrist starts slowly rotating.
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