Lachlan nodded. "We should be going then." He glanced at Bleddyn, slightly puzzled at her sudden disgust of the park, though it didn't show on his face. Odd, she usually likes the park.
Brisa noticed the fleeting look that Bleddyn had given Alice, then remembered the cat-boy's words to her as he had left. Let's just all hop this ends well, she thought nervously, then noticed Yris still watching her worriedly. "I feel a little better." She said, answering her unspoken question. "I won't exert myself, though." She sat down on her hoverboard instead of standing up, and it raised up so that her feet were hanging just off the ground.
(I'll edit my post if there's another reason you want to go to the coffee shop.)
A sharp crackling sound split the air, making Wolfram jump slightly. Then a ominous thundering echoed throughout the land. And then more lightening. Ok, maybe it wasn't the safest to be out in this weather."Why should I care?! No one wants me anyway."He snarled, a sob choking him. He trembled, soaked to the bone.
(No they can go I'm cool with whatever.)
Yris nodded, the worry slowly fading from her face like the sunlight at dusk, replaced with a more cheery attitude. She followed the group as they headed to the park, feeling rather exposed with her fox features as people glared, stared, pointed as she passed. There were many days that she wished she was simply normal, another human in the world. So that she could point and stare without the overwhelming sensation of the world reminding her she was different. And the world didn't like different, wanted different to be separated. A gentle, almost clam expression of sadness formed on Yris' face as they walked, a silent reminder that everyone had their weaknesses, and that even the most cheery had moments of utter desolation.
Brisa glanced at the sky and received a few raindrops to the face in return. She pulled up her hood and groaned inwardly, hoping her makeup hadn't gotten too messed up; she didn't wear a lot, but still. Oh, to be those girls who only wear mascara and have flawless skin! Then she thought of the cat-boy. Cats hate being wet. I wonder if that's true for him too? Then she noticed the stares that Yris and the others were getting, including her. She had been lucky enough (I guess) to look like a normal human, but as she was with a group of Inhumans, she was automatically known to be one. Feeling angry and helpless, she stood up on her hoverboard and glidid over to block Yris from the stares.
A grimace cracked over Bleddyn's face as her cohorts received jeers and explicit stares. A new jolt of crackling loathing surged through her.
No one scorned her gifted companions -the kind she longed to be- and got away unscathed.
As she rolled by, she stooped over, scooped up a handful of rocks, and pitched them smoothly at the offending mugs. "Buzz off, scumbags. No one's mocking you for being publically offensive with your external and internal ugliness."
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