<strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Alexander Moon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Between working as a full time teacher and completing his P.H.D, Alex did not often allow himself time to unwind and relax. He simply did not have the hours to spare in order to do so. However, grading papers had gone alarmingly fast last night, and so he hadn't had the usual stack to slog through during his break. He had a small half hour between his math class and then the evening research he was taking. With the papers graded, he had allowed himself the calculated indulgence of doing<em>nothing</em>... for once.<br/><br/>Alex was reclined in one of the soft couches in one of the lesser frequented and smaller lounges. He had a thermos full of coffee that he took the occasional measured sip from. His legs were crossed and a paper was open in his lap, though he was making quick work of it and would pull out his book to replace it soon enough. His pale inhuman skin contrasted against the dark suit and rich colors of the room, making him look like a bright ghost. Though he was less of a outcast in the presence of his fellow mutants, it certainly didn't help him blend in. He seemed to be doing his best with it though having taken the seat in the very corner of the small lounge. Truth be told, even in the institute he felt out of place sometimes, after all, a majority of mutants still looked more human than he did, but he tried not to think about it as he read.