[color=purple][center][h2]• Grayson Donovan •[/h2][/center][/color]
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Interacting with [@Wick]

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[color=00aeef]"Did you sleep at all? You just look tired and too thin. What's going on with you? What power did you get? Is there anything I can do to help you?"[/color] Harley was sitting next to Grayson, her hand on his forehead. He hands were cool against his warm skin. Her concern was appreciated, however the amount of questions made him hesitate.

[color=purple]"Yeah, I got some sleep,"[/color] Grayson twirled his spoon in his bowl, breathing deeply. [color=purple]"Though not that much-, wait powers?"[/color]

He furrowed his brow and stared intently into the woman's brown eyes, searching for an answer. His recent experiences of sickness had kept him out of the loop. Then again, he had seen some pretty strange things. His disembodied experience, the odd telepathic visions... He had seen some odd water theatrics when he was in the bathroom with Harley, however they weren't exactly what he was focus on at the time. For a brief moment, he smirked, remembering the shower room experience, however he quickly pushed it out of his mind, somewhat out of respect for Harley, but mostly because of his curiosity. His heartbeat quickened, excited by the prospect of odd abilities.

[color=purple]"What exactly do you mean by 'powers'? Like, superpowers, with fire and ice and flying?"[/color] He cleared his throat and slowed himself down. His words were coming out in a jumbled mess, likely too fast for Harley to understand. [color=purple]"Has everyone been showing signs of powers?"[/color]