” — sorry man. ”
He’s gotten good at figuring out
when it happens. When he
brushes past someone and
there’s this kind of itch under his
skin which comes out of nowhere.
It’s power.
Or a power at least.
” — hey, uh. wait up - ”
He hasn’t gotten good at
telling the lost and scared
ones apart from people
living fully aware and content
with their abilities.
Welcome to New York; Where
people bump into you on a
regular basis. Really Wade didn’t
mind too much. He was already
brushing the apology off. Besides
he had more important things on
his mind, like half off margaritas
and two for one chimichangas
down the street.
Except that had to wait cause the
punk was calling his name. A loud
grown came out of the mercenary
as he stopped walking. Shoulders
slumped down and his head falling
back between his shoulders.
“Ugh. Whaaaat.”
It came out very whiny and
childish. He didn’t care.