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⠀ "ugh, okay. whatever."
turning the television volume down just to have some kind of noise in the background. his room is surprisingly dimly lit, mostly cozy candlelight and some fairy lights strung around.
⠀ "so suddenly i'm fun to be around because you like annoying me?
“You’re the one threatening to put a bell on me,” Orion shrugged as he looked at him, his hands in his pockets, just looking at him. He was dressed in his usual attire, black cargo pants, black tshirt, black jacket and black shoes.
“I’m bored and you’re fun to annoy. Nothing+
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⠀ "are you ever going to stop thinking about my ass?"
eyebrow raising, eyes rolling. for once he's seen in more casual clothes than his patrol uniform... life of a senior trainee.
⠀ "seriously, you say you're not interested, but you keep popping up around me… what's your
He had a talent for getting into places he wasn’t supposed to. Even without his powers he was good at it.
“Good luck trying, I would just get rid of it or shove it up your ass”
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groaning, how the fuck did he even get in here? the door was locked... pausing the show he was watching.
⠀ "i'm gonna put a fucking bell on you, dude."
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a form of natural light, obviously. nothing hums, buzzes…
⠀ "sorry, you wanna see my wings? might wanna borrow my shades, then..."
taking them out from his locs and offering them over.
⠀ "they get pretty damn bright."
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snort, looking out at the street with a shrug. there's a reason he wears those chunky headphones so often…
⠀ "it's so… loud down here. i hear the lights, the electrical humming from the neons. it's overwhelming."
the only time he doesn't hear it is in his own powers. it's
Orion just shrugged a little as he took a drag from his cigarette as he listened to him.
“I like it here, the darkness is fun and comfortable. It’s rather nice,” he said calmly as he looked around.
“It’s peaceful and fits my vibe,” he said softly.
He definitely preferred this,+
on his palm for a moment while another ball of light manifested from the neons around himself. tossing it back and forth between his hands like it's a solid form.
⠀ "i've got wings, i wanna go up there — mutants like me, though, they're not really… y'know how it is."
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snort of a laugh, shifting to the side a little. finding a wall to lean on for the time being.
⠀ "not a lot of natural things down here, honestly. the topside city has everything, the undercity's just... a dark, neon-lit, techy hellscape."
hand raising again, concentrating
“Nah, just not used to seeing a butterfly like that… weirded me out for a second,” Orion said as he shrugged a little, his hands sliding into his pockets before he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one.
“Sorry for that”
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a brow raising, sunglasses lifting to sit on top of his head instead. sort of clashed with the headphones, but he can just put those around his neck for a minute.
⠀ "you look uneasy, dude. somethin' wrong?"
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Orion just stared at him, a little uncomfortable now. Oh he really didn’t like encountering people like this.
“That’s cool… a little startling but cool,” he said, trying to play it off as he gave a small smile back although it was more of a grin.
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small smile across his half obscured face, a wave of his hand and the butterfly is dismissed. fading away into a dark nothing.
⠀ "yeah, i can do more, but the butterflies are small and easier to make."
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