”Maybe I can see him later when it’s not so chaotic.” The potential visit itself wouldn’t be anything grand. Just something to give his classmate a.....relatively friendly face and to potentially listen to him vent. He most likely wouldn’t be able to give many words of encouragement, but being there can help. Maybe...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>”Really? I didn’t know getting hit by lighting can make you psychic.” He’s glad a certain telepath wasn’t around to hear that. Never mind Rex or his cousins. Rex should know that his sense of humor is pretty much nonexistent.<br/><br/>Rakutsu’s sense of preservation must have taken a vacation for the visit. Why else would he decide to stand next to Rex’s hospital bed? It was clearly a bad idea given the mood his classmate’s in. Big gorilla arms, self loathing, and sarcasm were never a good mix for one’s health.<br/><br/>Common sense dictates that taking the wise crack back and apologizing was the right way to go. But Rakutsu held a love hate relationship with the concept.<br/><br/>”If your looking for an apology then do yourself a favor and take your head out of your ass.” His gaze harden at the now transformed classmate. ”All I did was make a suggestion because none of you took the initiative to direct the group we were in. You and I were just shooting the shit at that enclosure before the storm. Everything that happened was just shit luck.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t going to tolerate Rex trying to blame him for something out of his control. Out of both their control.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>”Sorry. These two glued themselves to me.” Rakutsu jabbed a thumb in the direction of his cousin. But he can tell it wasn’t a problem for Chris. The company was good for hospital patients.<br/><br/>”Just don’t over do it.” He didn’t want to see the guy do cartwheels and break something by accident. Still, it could be something to laugh at him for in the far future.<br/><br/>”It’s not exactly at the front of my mind right now. Terrible storm and all, but I’m still for it.” He confirmed with a small nod. ”Thats an easy enough condition, if I knew how to spend time with people. Therefore, I’d like to know about your feelings towards smash bros.” That was one of the first things he thought of.<br/><br/>”But real talk for a second. Your sure your feeling fine? Nothing out of place or different?” Rakutsu didn’t believe Chris walked out of the storm unchanged. Not fully, anyways. People who were hit got powers and changed to a degree. The girls appearances can change, but others got permanent alterations too. Like Rex. Did Chris simply win the lottery and got a power that didn’t change his appearance? It was impossible to tell.<br/><br/>”We can also just get started on the project once your out of here. If your feeling a all work no play vibe.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rakutsu was almost numb to the changes in school. Almost. It was hard to completely ignore the missing students and empty seats in his class. Some were still out to help their family members and in the hospital. Like a certain group of three.<br/><br/>Pretending everything’s fine wasn’t possible. Not when a certain group of girls knew his secret.<br/><br/>Rakutsu: I’ll be there.<br/><br/>The text was short and too the point. Enough for answering in the middle of a lesson. As much as Rakutsu wanted to avoid the confrontation, it inevitable. Might as well rip the bandage off.<br/><br/>Did bringing these girls a tray of store bought cookies (https://bjs.scene7.com/is/image/bjs/981006?$bjs-Zoom$) make him look stupid? Like he was trying to get into their good graces? Absolutely! But this wasn’t his intension. He merely wanted to delay his interrogation through sweets. Taking a long walk through and to the store also accomplished this.<br/><br/>”It’s fine.” The Indian can hear the resignation in the teen’s voice. Taking a step inside, he left his shoes by the door and greeted the girls with a wave.<br/><br/>”Ya...no.” Leslie’s antics brought the usual Rakutsu back, who looked ready to throw the entire case of beer into the trash. Seeing Grandpa Shuji’s stupid face with a can of beer all the time can make him hostile to the drink. Not from any drunk abuse, which never happened. It’s the mere association and cartoon antics of the old man, which planted his hate.<br/><br/>”Water.” Rakutsu placed the cookies on the counter and helped himself to the cabinet, where the cups were. A disapproving look was given to Leslie the whole way there.<br/><br/>”Yep. I’m the masked vigilante that beats people’s face into red pasta. The Sleeping Wyvern.” He didn’t try to make the reveal grand or anything. Would just make him look stupid. Instead, he tossed the gas mask from his bag to the couch. The one piece that made his so called costume.<br/><br/>”I don’t have any powers like you all. Just the ability to fight very well. Therefore, I don’t have the experience to properly help. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave you all hanging.” He’ll find a way to help them hide their powers and not get discovered by anyone. It’s the least he can do for them.<br/><br/>”Speaking of which, I need to ask you something Amrita. What was that back there? You fought like you knew what you were doing and your attitude didn’t match the scene. It’s you have experience with all of this.” The girl’s actions kept bugging him since the incident. He didn’t leave room for her to deflect in his tone.<br/>