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[boywhorunsthroughtime]

A. Action
You turn a corner or enter a common room, or maybe you are walking the grounds, when you suddenly run into a boy who seems to have decided to get dressed in the middle of a public space? Why was he naked before? You guess. Point is that he's currently only wearing pants and an undershirt and fumbling with a t-shirt, about to pull it over his head when he spots you. There's no real horror that he got caught doing something, he seems to be used to situations like this and flashes you an almost daring grin before he pulls the t-shirt down.

"You shouldn't just walk into people changing, you know?"



B. Video
[A boy sits on his bed, legs crossed, a couple of books scattered around him. There is a thoughtful expression on his face, and for a moment he pauses before his features grow more excited.]

So, I was doing readings for class [this comes out a bit bored, WHY IS THERE SO MUCH READING] and then I came across this part that mentioned organic clothing. Does that mean someone figured out how to make living clothes? I mean, if they're not anorganic, they have to be, right? Because organs are alive or they're dead, and it's not dead-organic-clothes or something. Even if that would be a dumb name, but most such words are dumb.

So where do I get that stuff, and why have I never before heard of it? You'd think those weirdos would be all over something like that, calling it unethical and shit.

B

[buzzkilldetective]

[What even...

sigh. Time for a lesson in pointless knowledge!] Organic clothing simply means that they were made in accordance to standards set by what's known as organic farming--growing plants without the use of chemicals whether they're in synthetic fertilizers or pesticides. Methods usually employed in such farming includes crop rotation, usage of biological pest control, and compost.

Unfortunately, what you assumed about organic clothing is inaccurate. There would be quite the outcry about it, I'd imagine, if such a thing you described existed.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

It would be pretty cool though. Imagine getting a type of clothing that eats people for those idiots that do the Senteniel program. [The boy grins widely and then tilts his head] But it's pretty dumb to call that organic. It sounds like they're implying that conventionally grown stuff is anorganic. And that's not the case.

[buzzkilldetective]

[Was that a twitch of amusement at the first part?

... Naaaaah.] It is a bit deceptive, admittedly, and you have a point. I'm not entirely certain why it's called what it is. Eco-friendly would still fit on the tags well enough...

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Ihko?

[For a kid his age, he has a pretty good grasp on English, even though there is an accent, but some words are just out of his reach.]

[buzzkilldetective]

It's a shorthand term for "ecologically friendly".

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Uh...

wait!

[He puts his device down and you can hear pages turn, and after maybe two minutes he returns triumphantly.] It's ecologisch! Almost the same, just different writing. [A pause.] English is weird, but it's fun. It just pronounces things confusingly sometimes.

[buzzkilldetective]

"Ecologisch"?

... It is indeed a strange language. It's much different from my own first language.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

What's yours?

[Glossing over the fact that Ecologisch doesn't stem from his own native language, partly because he barely speaks that native language anymore. A few phrases, some child's vocabulary, but that is about it.]

[buzzkilldetective]

Japanese. Yours?

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

I'm from the Netherlands!

[Which is not a direct answer, but it's as close as he'll get unless it really is necessary for some reason - Hungarian, it should be, then there was Polish which he still speaks rather well, but then there were Dutch and now also a bit Turkish...]

[buzzkilldetective]

I see... [Not much indication as far as language goes, but it's not a truly important matter...]

My name is Naoto. What's yours? [She's stuck here for who knows how long, she might as well try making friends!]

here we come to the part that I'm still unsure about.

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

You can call me Zag! That's not my real name, but nobody here can even pronounce my real name so Zag works. ...Or Gary. If Zag doesn't work-

[And then he laughs.] And you name sounds like a car brand!

A!

[niepokonany]

Feliks gasps, covering his eyes with his hand; beneath his fingers, a bright red blush spreads across his skin.

"L-Like, who said I walked in anywhere?! We're totally not even inside! Oh my god, aren't you like freezing?!"

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

"I said that you did, because I was here first! And it's not even that cold, you're just not properly dressed. Maybe if you wore a shirt that actually covers your belly, you'd not be freezing." He's looking the other person up and down, clearly distracted - otherwise there would have been a stronger retort. Somehow... This person just looks fmailiar, even though he cannot properly place him. (Her?)

[niepokonany]

He uncovers his eyes just so that he can roll them, transforming his outfit briefly into a turtleneck sweater and a skirt that'd be a little modest even for church.

"There, better?" The boy looks a little familiar somehow, but Feliks can hardly remember what he had for breakfast. The outfit turns back after a second or two, though--if anything, the skirt gets shorter, just because he can. "Like, why are you changing in a place like this if you care about people seeing?"

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Feliks's clothes change back just before he can comment on them, and Zag crouches down to pick up his socks. "It's not like you can pick sometimes, you know?

And you can take your hands away from your eyes, I'm not gonna flash you or anything." He rolls his eyes right back at the other boy. "I was already dressed too much for that when you showed up, even."

[niepokonany]

"I already did, God!" The more he looks at the boy, the more he's aware of a nagging feeling that he's missing something about him, but... what?

"Anyway, like, how can you not pick? How is that a thing?"

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

There is a moment of silence, a pause in which he is obviously feeling uncomfortable, but that passes quickly. "Why do you think people are here? It should be really obvious from there on."

[niepokonany]

"We're here," he said, with a flick of his hair, "because we're like, just too fab for people to handle without getting all jealous. Right?

"No, but seriously--do you like, Hulk out and rip them all off, or what?"

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

Actually he is here because he just might kill himself one day if he doesn't get his mutation under control, but he will hardly say something like that. So let's just gloss over that and move on to the next topic. Even though that way of saying that the uncoolness is not on their end is really eerily familiar. A few years older than him, blond, not sure if guy or girl or neither... who...

"If I would, they'd be in shreds." He shrugs. "I just ...loose them. One moment I'm here but then I'm not and my clothes still are. So when I come back they are at my feet."

[niepokonany]

Yes, Feliks has always understood inherently that he's not a loser, the people who think he's a loser are losers, and also that they're ugly and dumb and need to chill out.

He smirks a little, never really one to know exactly when he should leave well enough alone. "So you like, disappear, but only for a while? I don't know, are you sure you're not just like, a nudist or something? I totally know a dude who shows up to class sometimes and you're just all, 'oh my god, Feli, where are your pants?' and it's not even a power thing, he just spaces on it all the time."

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

...Feli.

Feliks.

Of course, how could he not notice that before. Not like they were something like best friends once upon a time or anything. Zag still isn't entirely sure, but it just has to be.

"Feliks?"

Just disregard the conversation that they were having.

[niepokonany]

And maybe someone could recognize him and his name from the pictures he took after the Sentinels were unveiled--between his own efforts and Fujimaru's computer-y stuff and Tarrlok's money and know-how, they're all over the internet and New York and the very least--but that doesn't explain the sheer shock on the younger boy's face. Feliks stares at him, mouth dropping open slightly as it finally hits him.

"...Zag? I--you're not--ohmigod, is that you?!" How long has it been? He's been in America... seven years?

[boywhorunsthroughtime]

"So you're a mutant on top of anything, too?"

He would have had to sit to put on his shoes anyway, so falling back on his butt and peering up at Feliks from there sounds like a reasonable alternative. Even though it is a bit cold.

There will be a crushing hug in a minute, but for now, this just all is a bit too sudden. It will have to sink in.