[center][color=yellow][h3]Malcolm[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Motel - Living Space
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Lia [@Write][/i]
[i][u]Mentions of[/u]: Tish [@Silent Observer], Jay [@McHaggis], Cody [@Undine], Andy [@Roosan], Amelia [@MiddleEarthRoze][/i][/center]


	One thing that this adventure was forcing everyone to learn was a little virtue known as [i]adaptability[/i]. Some people had it in spades, others had a lot of learning to do. For a creature of habit like Malcolm, for example, the amount of new things being thrown at him all at once was similar to the force of an avalanche. His father had a mighty influence on his town, down to the point where most children felt the force of their parents’ religious fanaticism, so it really shouldn’t have been that surprising that Malcolm almost dropped his plate at Cody or Jay’s F-bomb, or shot side-eyes at Andy for his use of “holy” in a sentence outside of a respectful sense… if that actually mattered anymore.
 
	It was rather amazing that he hadn’t completely lost it at this point, but Malcolm hated confrontation more than he feared breaking down. Perhaps it was only divine intervention that kept him going at this point. Well, seeing as he now consistently had the voice of a deity twirling words into his knowledge, it seemed more probable than ever.

	All in all, the amount of life that was censored for Malcolm had a rather curious effect: he took other people’s superhuman abilities in stride. Tish’s shapeshifting was a comfort when Malcolm was being fed magical words of power, and Cody’s condition, while sad to consider, was not something that dissuaded Malcolm from being around them. The swear word thing… he would get over slowly, he hoped. 

 	He finished eating and placed the plate next to the sink, where either he or someone else would probably clean things a little later. It was once source of distraction in this small space, but he knew how to take advantage of limited freedom. For once there was an explanation for why he wasn’t allowed to leave, and that was plenty to relax him. With the Tome held firmly in his hands he squeezed out of the way as Tish’s small form came through, dodged out of the way of Amelia and squeezed into the corner of the small living space, taking a spot on the floor that kept Lia in his sight-line, and the kitchen not too far out of sight. The tome opened on his lap as he rubbed at his tired eyes once more, and the gentle sunlight of early morning wafted through a window in the building.

	It brought a soft smile to his face. Regardless of what sunlight meant now, it didn’t stop him from appreciating the gentle light of day that at least reminded him that there was still much to come.

	[color=yellow] ”I’m sorry I don’t fit in well…”[/color] He muttered, half to Lia, but more like she was an excuse for his statement than the receiver of his comment, [color=yellow]“but I’ll try to do better. Everyone has so many different experiences… but they’re all nice people.”[/color]

 He held open the Tome. The words on the pages seemed indecipherable and unique in its characters, but Malcolm was starting to be able to pick words off the page. He knew that the magic was accessible. Lunara herself had told him. 

 [color=yellow]“Gosh darn it, I will get better at this.”[/color] He clenched his teeth.