The guy gives him a once-over from behind sunglasses. He is more dressed than Xan, which is to say he is wearing sunscreen and sunglasses with dark-red tinted lenses. He was on his stomach but rolls over to mimic Xan lying down on his back. The physique is good on both sides.

"Hello," he says with a smile. "Need help with the sunscreen?"

Xan laughs. "Don't need any, but I wouldn't turn you down. You from around here?"

"Yeah, I am native." He gives a not-bashful smile. "You wouldn't turn me down for what?"

He lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are green, with a golden sheen that is obviously not human in this light.

"-hah, thought so." He lowers his own shades, revealing brilliant scarlet irises. "Nobody's skin is that smooth without genetic assistance. I haven't seen you around Whateley, where do you go to school?"

He looks mildly confused, but still holding a flirty look. "Uh, thanks? And does it matter if I go to a public high school?" Maybe that was a subtle prod about his age. Then he realizes the eyes are too red. "Are those contact lenses?"

"No more than yours are. ...oh, this is hilarious, did nobody give you Muties 101?" He bites his own lip, hard enough that a little pearl of blood runs down his chin. He catches it on the tip of one finger and draws a little rune in the air. The air pressure rises slightly around them, with no other obvious effect.

"Remember that time you had a high fever for a couple of weeks and then you woke up and your eyes had changed color?" He flicks his wrist, and his hand is wreathed in flame. "Surprise! You're a mutant. Powers beyond the mortal ken. Well, I mean, maybe your powers are within the mortal ken, I dunno what your ratings are."

Slow blink.

He looks down at himself, and his physique.

"My eyes changed color? They always have been green." He finally says, sounding serious now.

"They weren't always green like that," he says. "It's not just a trick of the light. Those are mutie eyes. And mutie skin, and probably a mutie cock. Maybe you didn't need the help, but I'd bet you weren't quite that big before. I wasn't." He shakes his hips.

He gives Xan an appraising look. "Yeah, I noticed changes, but assumed it was just me not remembering things right. Does being a mutant give you the m-word privileges? Or that is later in the 101? Actually, let's dial back a bit. I am a mutant? Shouldn't my powers be more obvious than changing from my 9 to 10?" Pause. "What are other signs of being a mutant?"

"Yeah, you get to say 'mutie'. 'Gene filth' is a little more taboo. Uh, other signs - if you're a low-level Exemplar probably your senses are noticeably sharper, you can read faster and remember better, probably you're doing better in your classes. If you're a high-level Exemplar then maybe you have bulletproof skin, but let's not test that just yet. Probably you'd've noticed if you were a high-level Exemplar. Uh - other mutations you might not have noticed... you could be a WIZ, you could have TK you haven't noticed, you could be a Paragon... hmmm."

He bites his lip again, harder. A runnel of blood flows down his chin into the sand, then peters out. He closes his left eye, dips his finger into the blood on his skin, and draws a hooklike rune on his eyelid. Then he opens his eye again.

"You've definitely got something besides the Exemplar bit," he says, squinting. "It's pretty strong, even. What is that..."

"Cool. Uh... during the fever-week I had weird dreams and I might have made a pact with something? I haven't been on the way of any bullets, and maybe I will want to work my way up from way smaller stuff. WIZ is wizard? It looks very useful-" he shakes his head. "I haven't been back to school since I got better, but I might have something in that area... Like my shoulder angel got a megaphone. I literally helped an old lady cross the street the other day."

"Huh. A pact? And super-morality? Maybe you're an Avatar..."

He shakes his head. "Anyway, you should drop out and move to New England. There's a school for mutants there. Whateley Academy. It's way better than wherever you are now. If you run away from home you get a scholarship, and if you don't hate your parents then they can pay your tuition. It's a win-win."

"Huh..." This random mutant could probably be dangerous regardless of knowing more about him, "In the dreams I met this thing... and its sort had five-faces? And I picked one and the dreams stopped, but the megaphone angel started. And I am in the foster system, my current home is not bad, but it's not good enough that they pointed out my apparently changed eyes."

"Five faces sounds sort of Hindu to me, but I think the Hindu gods mostly stick to empowering people who actually believe in them. You're a mystery, alright. Uh, my name's Xan. By the way. Just realized I never actually introduced myself."

"Trevor, you still made quite an impression regardless," he offers a hand to shake, maybe a bit ironically. "And it didn't look Hindu, but I have never studied gods that much."

Xan shakes his hand, not without irony of his own. "A pleasure. Did you still want to help with my sunblock?"

"I guess if you don't mind if I rub my hands all over your body."

Parts of Trevor definitely don't mind.

"Sure I don't. You're cute and we're under a notice-me-not bubble. Not that I'd actually care if we weren't."

"I was going to suggest carrying you to a more private spot, but that is even better. Your blood magic is sure useful."

He puts a hand on Xan's chin, inspecting the bitten lip. Then the travels down to his nipple, belly button and his shaft. "Can you get blood pumping really strong, I bet?"

His lip bears no evidence it was ever bitten, apart from the dried blood.

"Hmm. It's not really in my wheelhouse - I've mostly focused on using blood as a power source, not manipulating it. But..."

He touches one finger to the dried blood on his chin, and it comes away wet and red. Then he drags it over Trevor's shaft, pulling blood into it.

"It helps that you're willing," he clarifies. "Everybody's got a little magic resistance, and blood magic's particularly sensitive to that."

"Ah," is all he says for a while, before shivering. "That is... something you learned at your school? I might just join up."

"Not something you'd learn - blood magic isn't usually taught, it's something you do if you've got a talent for it. But you could learn some pretty fun things."

His eyes flash, and he drags another finger along Trevor's side, trailing an almost-but-not-quite painful line of electricity.

"Wow. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you'd be kinky. Let me now before trying other things." Kiss?

"What'll you do if I don't?"

Kiss. Forceful. His teeth nip Trevor's lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to feel it. 

Fuck, this shouldn't be hot. "Dunno, dude. I am improvising."