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[center][color=PowderBlue][h1]Crispin Lincoln[/h1]
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[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Katherin Drake [@KatherinWinter].[/sup]
[h3]-Son of Killer Frost and Mr. Freeze-[/h3][/color][/center]
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Seeing the woman he had pin-pointed as the one with ice powers similar to his own walking towards him, Crispin's chin lifted up higher ever so slightly. His eyes stayed trained on her as she approached and nearly said something before he remembered... he never said anything. Not to anyone. Even at his job it was always nods or shakes of the head - subtle universal gestures that could get his message across that either he understood or that he didn't - that he was angry about it or happy to do it.

Swallowing the lump of words that wanted to form in his throat, Crispin blinked twice when she spoke up instead.

[color=6ecff6]"It's nice to know that I am not the only one here used to colder temperatures."[/color]

A ghost of a smile flickered across Crispin's lips. Colder temperature? The Penguin practically made his own North Pole within the city of Gotham. He nodded his head - yes he was used to colder temperature. But it was the heat that he liked most; that he craved. He was always cold. Always so very cold.

Eyes darting from the girl to the stolen backpack he used to keep anyone from sitting next to him, Crispin hesitated before grabbing it up and placed it on his lap, directing his eyes back towards the girl and patted the seat next to him. She had found him, which meant her ice powers were very much like his own. Perhaps... perhaps he wouldn't be able to harm her - at least, not as easily as he could harm any of the other students he saw walking around.

Heat sources - that's what they were. He felt their heat off of their bodies. It took every ounce of willpower for him to not take it as his own in an effort to warm up. But if he had learned anything by freezing over the bus of people before arriving here, is that it didn't seem to help. Nothing seemed to help. He was destined to be cold forever.