[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://fathersonholygore.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/father-son-holy-gore-nos4a2-jahkara-smith-2.png?w=721&h=355[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (First Floor)
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Waverley had never been one to need her hair to be held back. She was always the one holding other people's hair back. Whether it was her high school best friend who she went to a party with and who had a little too much to drink, or Riley home sick, already upset that she not only had to miss a day of school, but wasn't even well enough to work on her personal projects. When she felt a hand gently press against her back as she sat there retching, she flinched away from it at first. The flinch was more out of reflex than anything else, and once it was softly resting against her back, she no longer tried to pull away from it anymore. She let it delicately pull her hair back. It was a pleasant feeling, even if she wasn't exactly puking out anything other air at that point. 

After a few moments, Waverley stopped gagging, left with her head tilted downwards and her jaw agape as if she were sitting in front of a toilet, waiting for more vomit to come out. But none came. Her eyes had stopped leaking not long after her stomach emptied, though her eyes still glistened and her cheeks were still damp. She didn't look behind her at her mystery sympathizer, mainly out of fear that it might be one of the people who witnessed her mother's death first hand, or worse, her killer himself. She was afraid that if she saw his face, she'd experience it again. As such, almost willfully, she didn't recognize his voice, and didn't try to place it either. When he asked his question, she slowly shook her head. 

[color=purple]"The police chief..."[/color] Waverley responded to Cayden when she heard him speak. Waverley hadn't really talked much to anyone but the kids in her first few days in the Mutant Underground. Negasonic wasn't exactly approachable, and Colossus, while pleasant, was a teacher figure, and no one wants to be friends with a teacher. And while she wouldn't exactly call Cayden a friend yet, being that the only time she'd spent with him was looking after the kids the previous night, he was the first acquaintance she had made. And his presence soothed her. Her body, as if on autopilot, slowly stood up, and began to slowly follow where Cayden lead, away from the repulsive brown puddle she'd been sitting in. Her head was still dropped, eyes on he concrete, and lips apart, taking deep breaths.