” this is going to sound strange.
probably more than strange.
but do you have like. an —
an ability? something you can
do that’s, i don’t know, not
normal? ”
He’s trying not to offend the guy
while subsequently dousing his
words in something vague. It’s a
hard topic to breach.
But then, he doesn’t
want to yawn and
end up levelling a
city so it pays to
know what kind of
person he’d bumped
into.
Yup. Strange. Very strange, but
oddly enough it seemed appropriate
at the same time. The guy had to be new
or something. Wait. It took him a moment
to realize he wasn’t wearing his mask. So
much for thinking he was recognized.
“I can win just about every
food eating contest there is.”
Yet somehow he suspected
that wasn’t the type of ability
he was talking about.
To be honest or to screw around.
That was truly the question. It could
be fun. See how much he can annoy
the poor bastard, but then… that’d get
in the way of drinking and Mexican food.
Damn being nice…
“I have a mutation. Not ability.”
─[ For the last time,
you are not a mutant. ]
"Am too.“