Carson just barely caught the wave from the cute blonde before he glanced over to her, inadvertently putting himself in a position where he had to see the fog creeping from beneath the door again. The girl's response was a rational one and it nearly calmed him because of course, that's what a normal person would think. With the way he was jumping to peg everything as supernatural, one would think that he'd gone absolutely insane. It didn't have to have anything to do with the weird occurrence at the party, it was just a freezer acting up. It was something fixable. He had to start thinking rationally about these things, sometimes electrical appliances broke and sometimes they made big shows out of their smoking and sparking and it was going to be alright.  He couldn't help the nervousness, the party had only been two days ago and that was the last time he'd showed his face at home. 

The rumors had been funny, one depicting a dramatic scene of him screaming before running off into the night and crashing on the curb from exhaustion.  [i]False.[/i] One that said he ran off after the child mysteriously disappeared and spent the night on a bench like a common homeless man. [i]True.[/i]  He'd only expected as much with a clean reputation like his, people like Carson Graye didn't ditch parties, people like Carson Graye didn't sleep on benches and go a single day without changing his outfit. It wasn't something he did, it wasn't Carson Graye. He'd felt weird ever since the small child had appeared, ever since he'd realized he could do something, even if he didn't know exactly what.

His mother knew where he was, constantly calling him and telling him to come home before his dad threw one of his legendary fits but he doubted the older man cared much. He was generally busy working at the hospital and by the time he got home, there were screaming matches about how no one respected what he did for the family. There was no reason to despise his home life when his father wasn't home though. It was something in the air of the big house and the way his mother squirreled off to watch the ID channel instead of bothering to ask why her son reeked of booze. 

It wasn't really much of a home anymore and he supposed that was the problem, he didn't want to be a part of it. He reminded his mother of his dad, and he understood why, a full head of red hair that curled at the ends naturally and high cheekbones and an aristocratic nose. He had the same handsome face, the same quick temper. He'd always had his mother's sky blue eyes though, her gentle crooked smile and her pale freckles gathered on the bridge of his nose. She rightfully saw more of his father in him but he liked to hold onto the qualities that set him apart.

It would have been easier to live out his days sleeping on the bench at the park, he'd just have to collect his clothes sometime without alerting his mother of his presence. It would be easy enough if he thought of the house as something silly, perhaps a castle that he had to ramshackle. He could make a game of it, maybe try to shimmy up the rain gutter or something. It would be a great test of just how ready he was to be on his own.

Shaking away from his thoughts, he offered the girl a lofty smile, tilted higher to one side than the other. It had an effect that nearly made him look kind of goofy. "[color=00a651]Hey there, your name is Rose, right? I think I've seen you around.[/color]" said easily before he glanced to the boy, he was almost positive he was named Curt or [i]oh, Curtis.[/i] "[color=00a651]Small town! You're Curtis. I know of you, kind of, vaguely but I can't say anyone knows me any better. Hey, I'm Carson Graye. Can't be too sure if I share a class with either of you but it's cool to see you either way. Get to see enough of our classmates though with this place being so tiny and all. Kind of just a matter of luck on who you run into. I wonder what's going on back there with the um, y'know fog, seems kind of funky. Gotta be a good reason, like full blown freezer meltdown or something.[/color]" a soft laugh, a closer to his endless stream of words.