<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e2Z3BBd.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Kindle<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kenna Cochran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway/Just outside Scott and Jean's bedroom door<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shatterstar, Cyclops, Marvel Girl, others<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7539/27863993652_f2ec130028_b.jpg) (https://scontent-atl.cdninstagram.com/vp/c8fc535864009a3edb627adbad3f3ce0/5CBE552A/t51.2885-15/e35/46818701_349651168919393_6680462807931014762_n.jpg?_nc_ht=instagram.fhel4-1.fna.fbcdn.net)</div></div><hr/>"I think it was just the red hair. If my parents were psychic, they were awful ones." Kenna knew that if her parents had been the least bit psychic, she would've never even remembered them. Surely, she would've been put up for adoption as soon as they realized the truth about her. Unfortunately, they found out far too late. Or perhaps not. Kenna was technically an orphan and her parents<strong>were</strong>living their lives as if they never had a child. Parents were a sensitive topic, but she tried not to let it show.<br/><br/>Ben's comment about her hand made her smile, laughing slightly at the way he put it. "Yeah, I'm always warm. Sometimes hot. And sometimes I'm on fire. You probably don't want to be holding my hand at that point, though," she teased as they made their way to their destination. After Ben knocked on the door, she took a step back and gently pulled him with her so they wouldn't be standing too close when the door was opened. She could tell Ben was a little off when it came to social interactions, so she did her best to gently guide him in a way that he didn't notice, not wanting him to feel threatened or embarrassed in any way. Her hand released his, as long as he allowed it, to fall back to her side as she waited for anyone to answer.<br/><br/>"Probably don't mention the sex thing," she whispered to him quickly, not wanting anyone inside to hear her.