<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/>Roberto didn't notice that Domino was slowly creeping up on where he was sitting with hourglass. Normally he would have. Maybe. Probably, anyway. He liked to keep an eye on what was going on around him. But the conversation with Hourglass was venturing to a territory where he knew he should give her all his attention.<br/><br/>Hourglass certainly was far from the other one at the school with that kind of story. As sad as it was, he could think of at least a dozen people he knew well with similar, awful things having happened to them. Some of them he was close to, like Rahne and Rogue, others he just knew in passing. His own story wasn't the best, though aside from one thing he yet blamed himself for, he wouldn't change anything that had happened. When his powers had manifested he had gotten lucky. Brazil wasn't in the height of anti-mutant sentiment that the world was in now, so people were merely afraid instead of homicidal. But in that moment the people he had needed to stand by him and support him had done so. His father and mother, and his...<br/><br/>...Well, he wish she hadn't stayed by him. Maybe she would still be alive if so.<br/><br/>"Hey," he said softly, a kind smile on his lips as she huddled around herself, when her mind started to drift back to her stepfather, "You're safe here, hm? All you have to worry about here is a rogue football." He reached over, giving her knee a brief touch and reassuring squeeze. As she was mentioned her roommate and the girl letting her borrow some clothes to try and get more comfortable with herself, he just nodded at her, and smiled again. "Silly? You look just fine,<em>gatta</em>," he told her with a wink, grinning at her, "If you think you look silly, then I guess I'm a clown, what with this colored face and nose. Besides...Rogue would punch me in the face if I complained about gloves." Teasing her, he chuckled, and let out a sigh. She probably didn't know Rogue...Turnabout was fair play, so, he might as well share his own story.<br/><br/>"My powers decided to show themselves in the middle of a championship football game back in Brazil. I was just...fourteen, I think. Middle of the field, in front of thousands of people...It was terrifying. The months that came after were rough. I don't know if I would even be here today, if not for the Professor. Sending some people of his down my way to help me, bring me to America..." Shrugging, he looked back at her, "I got lucky, I know...Hey, have you met Rogue? Or...Rahne Sinclair? I should introduce you if not, they're pretty cool. Rahne is an artist too, you know."