Round Two | action, Quad

[werepanther]

[It's late at night - close to curfew - and Tom's sitting on the grass in the Quad. Beer bottle in hand, he counts the stars before chugging down another sip or two. There's actually a lot of things wrong with this picture: for one thing? Tom's still on alcoholic probation. As in, he's not supposed to touch the stuff.

Yet he did. And he's currently on his second bottle. Crap.

Tom's not really one for talking - especially when he's in werekitty form - so he won't notice people right away. Still, it's a little hard to miss a 6' tall werepanther casually chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. He looks up at the sky again, double-checks the number of stars, and then... takes another sip.

So much for upholding his promises.]

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take your time sis ♥

[werepanther]

[Lightning can make him forget anything! Tom's a lot like his dad: he'll drink to numb the pain, but his tolerance for alcohol's ridiculously high... therefore, it takes about three or four bottles for him to actually act drunk.] Really?

Huh. Basically... I'm a metahuman. People back home've shortened it to "meta." It's our word for anyone with superpowers. [this part, he knows he's explained, but a refresher never hurt.] I know I said Dad wasn't a meta... but Mom was.

She had my powers, so I inherited 'em without knowing it. Metas aren't exactly liked in my world--no, wait, I take it back, it depends. Some, like Superman, are well-loved, while others can't decide how they feel about Batman. You like him one week, then hate 'im the next... it's kinda wishy-washy.

Point is, Cyclone and I were metas on the same superhero team. So we used to spar and accidentally break holes in the walls or ceilings in the process. [... it's okay if Light doesn't speak; Tom does all the talking for them. Guess he missed his motormouth friend Cyclone more than he thought.]

you're the best ♥

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[Lightning would have had an entirely different reaction had Tom been drunk when she happened upon him for sure.

And the refresher is definitely welcome, so she listens silently, not even nodding when most people would. Just absorbing what he's saying. She can almost draw similarities between their respective worlds when he tells her about where he's from. She enjoys hearing about it, if she's completely honest with herself. It's interesting.

She's not the overly talkative type, but it's another thing she's been working on whether or not she's really aware of it. It's obvious he misses Cyclone. Without her l'Cie strength, Light is a lot more breakable - a truth she doesn't like to admit.] Sounds like a good way to get some aggression out. I can't see Garden being too keen on any permanent holes, but the Training Center is always an option.

oh shush; ilu too ♥

[werepanther]

[He looks slightly embarrassed at the fact that he just spoke a lot so quickly, but doesn't call attention to it.] Hey, it'd be better for our health if we didn't. Those things're dusty when they collapse.

... But yeah. I agree. Training Center'd be nice. [he pauses for a moment, before amending:] Thanks for listening. I'll... try to talk it out next time.

♥

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[Everyone talks a lot compared to Lightning, so Tom shouldn't feel too embarrassed. She moves her gaze back to the sky, giving him a side glance and a very light chuckle before balling her fist and nudging his shoulder with it in a mock punch.] I'll hold you to that, Bronson.

[After a pause, she pushes herself to her feet and brushes any clinging loose grass off of her clothes. Tom might like some alone time, after all.]

[werepanther]

[Heh. If he could blush, he would--he's definitely not used to all this touching from Lighting, and he kind of likes it. She's improved a lot!] I don't break my promises, Light.

[He laughs, merely cleaning up his mess when she does] Need me to walk you back? I don't mind. [he can brood in his room--it's just much less exciting.]

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[If he mentions it, she'll huff and blame it on the lack of sleep most likely, but she is trying to get better at comforting people. It's a weird transition.

She inclines her head towards him and shrugs.] Only if you're done here. [Which isn't really what he asked, but hey.]

[werepanther]

[He thinks about it for a moment. Brooding here's better, so he shakes his head.] I'll probably head to the Center in a moment.

Meet me for breakfast tomorrow, then? I promise I won't be hungover. [It's one promise he's managed to keep his whole life: he's too used to the alcohol to really feel the effects by now.]

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[She nods at that, expecting that answer to begin with.]

Save me a seat. [With that and maybe a small smile, she turns to leave the exact way she came in: steps light and steady.]