<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manion Front Yard<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hourglass, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Playing some soccer when--oops!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>"Hmm, okay, okay," he said, grinning at the girl as she gave him a rather non-committal answer about learning how to play football. She could just be one of the girls that enjoyed watching more than anything else. And, really, that was fine. Not everyone was a player, even if it really seemed the girl had an athletic body for it. But he was determined not to push. She didn't seem the most comfortable in that moment, and he wanted to change that. If she didn't have many friends, well, maybe he could be her first friend at the school. If nothing else, if she really was a sketcher, he could introduce her to Cam and let the blonde take it from there.<br/><br/>When she responded in Spanish, though, he grinned. Which it wasn't his mother tongue, he did know enough Spanish to function. The two were very similar, coming from the same Latin roots, and developing closely to each other.<br/><br/>"Todos son buenas personas," he said, smiling at her. "And hey, you know me now, hm? And your accent? Perfecto...Makes me think of home." His smile was kind, friendly, though he did wink at her. And when she asked about his powers, shrugged.<br/><br/>"Some funny thing with the sunlight. I absorb it, can use it to do all kinds of things...Climate control is the most popular around here. Can warm you up or cool you down, if you want." he said with a chuckle, "And some other stuff...Makes me turn all black though. Like a sunspot, so, hence the name...What can you do? I guess...something with sand, or time?"