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[b][h1][color=DarkSlateGray]Deon Howlette[/color][/h1][/b]
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[color=darkslategray][h3]-Son of the Wolverine-[/h3][/color]
Interacting with: Phoebe Wayne-Isley ([@Caits]) and Megumi Takaki ([@Scarifar])
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[color=coral]"That's because red heads are filled with fire, or didn't you know?”[/color]

[color=DarkSlateGray]"Red on the head, heat in the sheets."[/color] Deon winked. [color=DarkSlateGray]"I'd be willing to test that theory."[/color]

[color=coral]”I'm Phoebe, but I actually find the school interesting and a good idea. I'd certainly like to develop my powers more than I have”[/color]

Phoebe. A name he probably wouldn't remember after this particular encounter; not that it mattered. She hadn't slapped him outright, and that was something. Past experiences told him that if she hadn't shot him down by now, his chances were looking fairly good.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Deon turned his head just in time for a fist to collide with his face. The sound of vibrating metal filled the air around them as his adamantium skull took the hit. Even with the enhanced force of the punch, it only made the young man forcibly take a step or two back. That wasn't without saying, however, that it didn't hurt. His eyes went cross, his head bobbling side to side like an infant trying to keep its head up, as he tried to regain focus. Everything was blurry and the ringing in his ears felt like it wouldn't ever stop.

He extended his arms outwards a slight ways, helping him to keep his balance in his dazed state, only then to bring in one of his hands to hold the side of his head, his eyes squinting before shutting just letting the moment pass.

[color=DarkSlateGray]"What the fu-"[/color]

[color=coral]”Thank you, Megumi, I can handle it from here”[/color]

The girl spoke again. Was it... Penelope? He already forgot. But he could always blame that on the vibrating metal skull. Shaking his head, Deon opened up his eyes to see the girl who had been the one with balls enough to punch him in the face. Did he know her from someplace else? She didn't look familiar, so why-?

[color=coral]"as for fun, well, we shall see… “[/color]

His attention broke away from the bitch to once more look at the redhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his father watching intently. He could see the claws threatening to come out, the tops of his hands between each finger more prominent where the metal lay just underneath the skin. He recognized it, because the same thing happened to him each time he fought with letting his claws come out.

[color=DarkSlateGray][i]I don't need your help, old man[/i][/color] Deon couldn't help thinking. [color=DarkSlateGray][i]Stay out of it![/i][/color]

The redhead was getting closer to him, muttering something about her admiration towards him. He smirked, but his eyes looked over her shoulder to the bitch who punched him. He raised his hand and pointed a single, threatening finger towards her. Hers wouldn't be a face he would be forgetting anytime soon. Now just wasn't the time to act. Not with his father literally breathing down his neck. What, did he think that he was going to defend him because some girl punched him in the face? It didn't matter [i]what[/i] Logan did on his behalf - he still hated the man.

Suddenly, warm lips were pressing up against his and by an instinct he was all too familiar with, Deon's eyes slipped closed and kissed her back, dropping his hand to hold the small of her back. She tasted sweet, like how he would imagine a garden kissed by the afternoon sun would taste. He wanted more. But just as soon as he deepened the kiss and dropped his hand down to grab at her ass, she pulled away, a minx-like grin on her pretty lips.

[color=coral]”Why, you could be fun… but you're a bit of a dick, aren't you? I think I'm going to have to pass on that, Deon”[/color]

Smirking, Deon shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

[color=DarkSlateGray]"Whatever, baby. Something tells me that you could use a bit of a dick..."[/color] He let the implication hang in the air for a moment. [color=DarkSlateGray]"But if you're too afraid to bend the rules of this place a bit, too afraid to piss off the likes of them-"[/color] He lifted his hand and gestured towards Logan who was still just a few feet behind them, still watching, and closed all but his middle finger into a fist, flipping his father off. [color=DarkSlateGray]"-then all I can say is your loss. My mistake for believing that you were different than all these sheep."[/color]

He then turned his attention to the bitch who punched him.

[color=DarkSlateGray]"And you. You need to be more careful with who you pick your fights with. I don't care who you think you are, but baby, your a minnow amongst sharks. You pack a powerful punch, I'll give you that..."[/color] He left Phoebe's side to stand between them, approaching Megumi so close that his chest was just a hairs breadth from touching hers. He craned his neck down, looming over her, and smirked. [color=DarkSlateGray]"But you've no idea what [i]I'm[/i] capable of."[/color]