<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/650/thumb-65069.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kal-El, Superman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holographic Training Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>A weekend in October before 8PM.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Icon, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kal-El is embarrased.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     Kal-El paused when Icon spoke. As much as Icon wanted to “help,” Superman didn’t want to let anyone in. The things Icon was saying. The possibilities about a woman he didn’t even know. It made Kal’s jaw clench in a growing anger. He didn’t know what he was talking about. He was just trying to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. Superman pushed his anger aside. He didn’t want to think about the things Icon brought up. When he was finished, Superman simply said to him without turning his head over his shoulder, “Have a good night August.”<br/><br/>     The Man of Steel went on his way then, heading for his quarters. After a nice hot shower, he stood before a bed of clothes that he had laid out. It was Clark…he guessed. The black jacket, sweat pants, turtleneck shirt and beanie seemed more like something a thief would wear. Clark didn’t wear those things. <em>But he did tonight.</em><br/><br/>     Superman got dressed and lastly donned his prescription-less glasses. He felt a little ashamed for spying on Lois, and a side of him didn’t even want to know what would happen at the dinner tonight.</span>