[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/EuffaPG.png[/img][/center] [center] [b][i][u]Interactions[/u][/i][/b] None. [b][i][u]Mentions[/u][/i][/b] Bunch of people. [b][i][u]Location[/u][/i][/b] Bedroom ➟ HQ Exterior [/center] [hr] It was a hot summer day, but not enough so to warrant a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt for prolonged displays. Indeed, it had been a decent passing of time with successful brownies, and a shorter visit at school. A downside to stretching the same teacher across two successive lessons came into view with clear intent, once sickness took hold. It was a sudden shift, indeed, but allergies were elusive demons, without fault. Like shaded warriors, they struck with deadly blades, leaving wounds which proceeded to trickle blood. Shrimp was the culprit, with its seaside poison to a woman previously healthy enough to disregard the creature. Alas, this was the nature of sudden allergies. The nature of human anatomy. Slipping into his pants, and the white jacket he was ever so known for, Neoh stretched a slender body with the delighted groan of a straightened back escaping his lips. Thoughts would proceed to envelope his new teammates, most of whom maintained a certain level of mystery, which added a layer of intrigue to the scene. There were few heroes Neoh had been unable to share an exchange with, and where discomfort took center stage. Indeed, from the top of his head, a mysterious hero Neoh recalled made his way to the boy's mind. Fire Fist, was it? To the point, yes, leaving little to the imagination. There was a fiery aura of zeal burning within the older teenager, and though there had been a distinct fissure of vacant interaction between the two, Neoh had been able to deduce notable key quirks. The blazing hero likely had a story beneath that helmet adorning his head, but nothing Neoh had been able to decipher, yet. Clearly, Fire Fist was a lone wolf, as one said. This was in opposition to those Neoh had grown to know in a more active manner. Among them was Ruth, a fun loving young woman whom Neoh shared the stage with, as if an old friend, two actors reading from the same script in a fluid manner without pause, or error. Yes, they had enjoyed time spent watching Disney movies together, while singing along to audio scores, and clutching at pearls in response to Mufasa's death. As for the others, Neoh had conversed with Titan within the frame of a reasonable conversation, but there was more to exhume within their relationship. Of course, none could view Titan without shifting focus to Natalia. An endearing girl, to be sure, someone infatuated by the boy who had confiscated her heart and soul, by virtue of poetic existence. As for Neoh, he enjoyed viewing those of a more exotic disposition. This would point towards Man Bat, the beastly creature which managed to draw images within the young fashion designer's mind. Images, that is, which he would be somewhat in opposition of sharing. They were quite passionate. With his behind firmly planted on a sword freed from gravity, glimmering like the very light of heaven, Neoh paved a path through their home with headphones allowing for music to coat his ears. There was something about the Latin American sound which wrapped itself around him like a rope, pulling the boy into a sensual love for the genre. Such passion, and heartfelt tunes surpassed only by intoxicating voices draped itself across the scenario like rain beneath a blazing sun. Soothing, and yet ever so warm. It was only when Neoh left the building that he extended his arms in a stretch, with a loud yawn making itself known. Sunbathing, a pursuit of bliss, indeed. With his angelic sword vanishing in a burst of light particles, the boy laid himself down on a large field of grass, before allowing his obisidan gaze to close. Few things could elevate this spectacle. Pure relaxation and joy, with the taste of brownies still lingering within Neoh's mouth. Perfection had a printed screen, and with eyes lazily closed, Neoh could make it out perfectly.