Will stopped in his tracks when the music changed, and then thought nothing of it just to continue looking around and getting lost in his daydreams. Would he even make real friends here? Or would there be more people following him around for his money? Hopefully not.<br/><br/>He saw two students get into character, and chuckled to himself. He hoped no one would ask him to do his gymnastics, now that was an embarrassing past. He’d done ballet before parkour because his mother forced him to—it did help a lot with movements.<br/><br/>He then jumped a little when the girl approached him, and then tried to suppress his smile. His acting skills took over and he held his hands out with his middle and ring fingers bent, threatening to shoot Magneto with his webs. He then laughed again, whispering. “Cool, I’m Will, nice to meet ya, love,” he had a British accent already, just a bit of tweaking and he sounded just like Peter Parker.<br/><br/>His fingers triggered a shoot of white strings, landing on Magneto with a swish. “Stay back, or I’ll tell Mr. Stark!”<br/><br/>As soon as their little act was over, he saw a guy—well, a damn good-looking guy, approach him with beer. Definitely hundred percent straight, he noted. He shook his head. “I don’t drink,” Well, except when it was wine or champagne.<br/><br/>Speaking to: Erin,<a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>and Jason,<a class="username" data-user-id="4066" data-username="@True Grave" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/4066/">@True Grave</a>, and Kaegan<a class="username" data-user-id="38720" data-username="@KaeganofAmber" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/38720/">@KaeganofAmber</a>