[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Green Lagoon
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

James listened to the music floating around the Green lagoon as he reached it, pausing to scan the area for everyone. It didn’t take long―the former members of the mutant underground were a motley crew that stood out like beacons in the dark―and he found himself smiling for a moment while he watched. If someone had told him a year ago that the Mutant Underground crew would be sitting around a table comfortably out in the open without worrying about being assaulted, he would have laughed, thanked them for the joke, and brushed it off. He let himself enjoy the warm happiness that washed over him at being wrong in his hypothetical situation before he pushed forward towards the group.

He raised an eyebrow at the shattered remnants of the plate and waffles just sitting in the middle of the table everyone had gathered around as he made his way to Casper’s side. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Hey there, precious.”[/color] James tilted Casper’s face up to kiss him and then shifted so he stood behind him, content to rest his chin on Casper’s shoulder while his boyfriend sat. [color=mediumspringgreen] “What crime did the poor plate commit to deserve this fate?”[/color]