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[i][u]Location:[/u] Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With:[/u] Malcolm Okada (Briefly) [@McHaggis][/i][/center]
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The drive to the school was a particularly stressful one. Malcolm was at the wheel, wallowing in a mixture of fear, stress, anxiety, and other negative emotions, silently suffering throughout the ordeal as a drowsy-looking King attempted to melt into the passenger seat. The Mercedes, which would usually be blaring some kind of rock song by now, was deathly quiet, the only audio being the friends’  quick breathing. It was maddening, the entire experience that is, to the touch-hungry King who was desperately craving affection while also wishing he could simply vanish from existence. It was probably the first time he had been so quiet for so long in the presence of Malcolm, the first time he had nothing snippy to say, the first time a conversation literally did not exist between the two. Despite that, however, King could say that he has never felt so close to Mal before. He literally could [i]feel[/i] everything his friend could, he could see the mere emotions pouring from the kid’s skin, and yet it didn’t make him feel any better. Infact, it was almost suffocating.

It was truly an unwelcomed experience, feeling so close and yet so separated from a person. Honestly, King just wanted to stick his head out the window and just scream, but he managed to withhold the action by biting the inside of his cheek, and by the time they reached the school he swore he could taste a steady stream of copper flowing from where he chewed. Malcolm parked, and then with a slight nod and quick reminder to head to the Astronomy Club during lunch he was off. King assumed it was second period by now, meaning his friend would be away in Home Ec. while King himself would have to honor of hanging out with the lovely Ms. Arlington in Math class.

He walked briskly through the old halls, breathing calmly for the first time all morning. KIng glanced around quickly, hands shoved deep into his jean pockets as he realized that no one else was really around. Second period had started already, and with a lack of crowd in the halls there was also a lack of “outsider influence” on his body. He quietly put a few things together on his way to class, the first being his apparent new ability to ‘see’ emotions as colors. There was a brief, fading memory in the back of his mind, a discussion he had somewhat paid attention to in art class. Synesthesia, a sensory pathway that allows those with it to experience a second sensory stimuli during certain experiences. While it was more of a science discussion in the end, Williams had brought it up due to a very interesting artist that had been used as inspiration for the next piece, a one Carol Steen. King had fallen asleep about halfway through the lecture, but a few interesting facts had left an imprint in his mind. Like Steen’s way of seeing colors when at an acupuncture session, and his apparent ability to see the notes of a song in vivid shades. Looking at his own new-found vision, King related it easily to Steen’s own abilities, but it was the first time he had heard about seeing [i]emotions[/i] in that light.

King stopped in front of Ms. A’s classroom, rubbing the back of his head briefly as the second point came to mind. King could see the emotions of Mal and Marie, but that didn’t mean he could see [i]everyones[/i] emotions, right?

[i]right?[/i]

He opened the door to the classroom casually, but as he did a swarm of varying feelings overtook him, and King very nearly dropped to the floor in surprise. The feelings festered in the light, forming reds and blues and yellows along the bodies within, and King winced against them all as casually as he could muster. Ms. A walked up to him carefully, staring up at the much taller student with her usual poker face. King shied away from her gaze (and overbearing cloud of anger) cautiously, eyebrows upturned slightly, and she merely shook her head and pointed towards his seat.

[b]”I won’t tolerate you being late again, Richard.”[/b] She said calmly, flicking her usual ponytail over her shoulder, and King merely nodded in response and waddled awkwardly over to his seat. As he settled among the other students, his heart began to thump painfully, and an array of expressions passed across his face. Dear Lord, and he thought Malcolm had been hard to handle. A crowd of this size was enough to send his head spiraling into a mist of confusion. Was he happy or scared, mournful or excited? King glanced about cautiously as Ms. Arlington continued on with her lesson, focusing in on a few faces that seemed to beam the brightest. This was odd, he barely knew some of these kids and yet just by seeing these colors surrounding them he felt as though he [i]was[/i] them. Talk about losing your sense of identity. King tried his best to breath normally, and attempted to block the outside emotions from his mind, but with so many of them around it was becoming nearly impossible to focus on just one to ignore.

[i]cant make a scene just relax and ride it out[/i]

He huffed a few times, and then tried to focus in on the whiteboard, eyes tracing every curve of the equations being written down. That’s right, all he had to do was wait until lunch time. Wait until everything would come together, and hell, if he waited long enough then maybe this weird phenomenon would vanish. King gritted his teeth, forming an awkward, tense smile as someone whispered in his ear about the memorial tomorrow, and prepared his mind for the worst few hours that laid ahead.