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     Yes, it was the middle of May, and yes, he was wearing a peacoat. Yes, it did look rather odd. Calix, however, could not care less. He'd manage to filch $100 off an upperclass teenage girl, the messenger bag at his side was filled with provisions and equipment, and that peacoat looked nice. So he celebrated by sitting in the corner of a park, absently chewing a granola bar and giving a small mental nudge to anyone he caught looking at him funny.

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     "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Too late for that, brothaman.

♣; “Don’t flatter yerself.”

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     "I am--" How was he? Lonely? Bored? ... Hungry? Hungry. As if voicing its agreement, his stomach growled. "I am hungry."

⊰❖⊱|| No such luck on either end. Evangeline was of strong mind and too much of a prude— a married prude. She often knew when things didn’t belong or feel any esprit due corps among others. It was those types of beings she brought in, called son and daughter and friend. “Yes, hello,” she said again. “How are you?”

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     "Just preventing any misconceptions." Stop being creepy, Calix.

♣; “…Right. Good to know.” She doesn’t care, dude.

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     Calix couldn't stop staring at her clothing. To him, it was a little... plebeian. In a pretty cute way, he guessed. Quaint. He didn't own any tie dyed shirts, but tie dying itself seemed like it would be an interesting pastime.

   --And then he noticed she'd spoken to him. "No...? Not really." The heat of the sun didn't affect him much since it was little more than a giant star. He didn't like tanning, however. For Calix, it was more like burning than tanning. Dude looked like he hadn't seen the sun in five years.

Oh, here is Taurus—-… clad in a long, long skirt that dragged on the ground and a tye dye belly shirt that she had made herself. Oh, she really, really loved tye dying—-… it was kind of her thing. She made a small business from it. Now, Taurus really didn’t need to eat but god fucking damn it, the constellation loved food. If you wanted to get to Taurus’s heart—-… you fed her.

Oh, she could tell from the look on the other’s face that he was lacking money. He was also wearing a peacoat——…. why? It’s—-…almost summer. “Brothaman, aren’t you—-…like, hot?”

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     A blink, and that confused puppy dog look. It was cute, almost, how unused to kind strangers Calix was. He was pretty certain that most people who talked to him were either hypnotized or looking for a good time.' "Hello?"

⊰❖⊱|| Oh, what an interesting little thing. Brows raised a very slight fraction, rose lips curling into a little smile. “Hello, hello,” she sang.

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     Oh, fuck. He’d walked all the way to the local general store, only to find he had no cash. Alright, admittedly, blowing all his money on clothes and tailoring probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’d had, but the sleek black peacoat he was currently sporting made Calix regret absolutely nothing. But he needed provisions. Slight application of his hypnotic abilities prevented the owner of the store from noticing his apparent loitering while Calix thought of a solution.

   Damn. Who could he seduce into buying it for him? It wasn’t anything expensive— mostly water and granola bars and some medical supplies.

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     Shapes in the shadows? Calix turned around in vague confusion, before understanding. Ah. Being slightly averse to the sun, he was standing in the most shaded area he could. The mutant stepped out of the shadows, inclining his head politely, but saying nothing.

⊰❖⊱|| “My, my. Who are those shapes in the shadows?”

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     It was funny, in its own way. Unbeknownst to the both of them, they both sought to control the other for their own purposes. Interesting how life worked out that way. "Hm... I'm not sure." Calix looked up at the moon and tilted his head. "Around 9:30, I think." He wasn't the best at telling the time by the position of the moon.

≈ || Pure intentions? Pfft, all Nelly wanted to do was get friendly, get real friendly, then drag him down to a watery grave. Was that too much? She didn’t think so! “Wow, stores are actually open still?” She looked around for a clocktower or something, but saw nothing. “What time is it, even?”

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Who wants to role play? Just put '✍' in my ask box for a starter.

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     Libraries were, in his opinion, nice little dens of knowledge and silence permeated with the smell of books and quite the assortment of people; from college students doing research papers to a middle school student reading for a class. It was pretty lovely. He was unable to enjoy it as he usually did, however, because there was a pretty large energy signature. And by large, he meant pretty fucking huge, and his own powers were fluctuating in response-- evident by the somewhat glassy-eyed look on the faces of nearby humans. He looked around discreetly, trying to spot where it came from-- ah. She looked human, and she was looking at him. He stared back, expression turning to one of intense focus-- well, attempting to, anyway. His fluctuating energy mainly just made it hard and curiosity made it come off as more of a confused puppy look.

                  You could buy up all of the ѕ†αrs

                                 But it wouldn’t change who you are

            You’re still living life in the ∂αяк

                                   It’s just who you are….{+adherexstarlight}

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Oh, fuck. He'd walked all the way to the local general store, only to find he had no cash. Alright, admittedly, blowing all his money on clothes and tailoring probably wasn't the smartest idea he'd had, but the sleek black peacoat he was currently sporting made Calix regret absolutely nothing. But he needed provisions. Slight application of his hypnotic abilities prevented the owner of the store from noticing his apparent loitering while Calix thought of a solution.

Damn. Who could he seduce into buying it for him? It wasn't anything expensive-- mostly water and granola bars and some medical supplies.

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     The pale mutant nearly breathed a sigh of relief, instead giving the girl with brightly-colored hair a small, friendly smile. "Hello." Her enthusiasm was fairly refreshing. It wasn't always you met a friendly stranger in the dead of night. Not one with pure intentions, anyway.

   "Not much. Just..." Calix glanced at the bag in his hand. "Clothes shopping."

≈ || Lucky for the little bugger that Hannele was an extrovert; she loved to talk. With a faint giggle and another few clicks of heels she was upon him, one hand waving as the other settled behind her back.

“Hey there,” she cheeped, voice just as warm as always. “What’s up, little man?”

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     Was it just him, or did a flicker of interest dash across the eyes of the girl when she caught sight of him? A small smile flitted across his face at the prospect, disappearing just as quickly as it came. The only visible proof of how much Calix was pleased was the slight spring in his step, how he swung his arms that much more. The pale brunet hoped she would approach him, or that he'd get the opportunity to approach her. He was in the mood for a friend tonight.

≈ || Seldom few could refuse the lure of a mermaid’s voice. True, the call of a siren was stronger, but maids of the sea had it too. Casually she swung about a lamp post before hopping off the curb, then back on. Ugh, things always died down so quickly here—oh. Oh, a cute little boy all alone in the dead of night. This had some prospect to it.