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                    L-like… like the ability to see the dead?

      --I've never heard of that. But I've never heard of a lot. We see new ones every day. 

 [ Oh, no— he’s a tad uppity. She applies an expression somewhat relaying a mild bout of confusion while the rest makes out to form the subtle lines of amusement.]

                Where’s the fire, friend?  Yeah, I’m here for Doctor Rosen. He’s going to be my new dentist.

             [ Cut off by the look of the other's mouth, a twinge of fear and amusement crept up Gary's spine. That -- that was cool! It was a thing. She had a thing. He let out a muffled snicker, stepping a bit closer to look closer at the other's fangs. They were real! ]

                                                You need a dentist!

⎨Autistic, obvious. More so than a certain detective he knew, but not by much. The gleam of intelligence that sparked within the alpha’s eye was what pulled Jim to take a seat next to him, back cracking audibly as he creaked backwards onto the wooden bench.⎬

                    He makes you work on break? Oh my! That is terrible. Do you work for this…Bill?

⎨Idle conversation could lead to the revelation of one’s darkest secrets. It was all about how you pulled the master strings. This one was smart enough not to give away information without cause. Jim would need to debug the coding slowly.⎬

    [ Everyone spoke like this when they first met him. It was probably a human nature thing. They repeated you to express empathy, then made an exclamation of melodramatic shock. Like an elementary teacher to their class. Gary, at this point, was completely used to it. Sometimes it could be soothing, like when he was angry or upset, other times it made him a bit on edge. His hands flickered faster, scrolling through the waves at an almost anxious rate -- small things. ]

                   I don't work for Bill. We're equals -- he's my partner. 

      [ After getting the guys name, his actions halted for a brief second, eyebrows furrowing together before they resumed -- like a glitch on a computer screen. He then answered. ]

     [ A thorough sweep with tentative limbs and hues of pale viridian variant leaves little room to the imagination when concerning creatures that varied of his own species: and this was the enigmatic sort that piqued everything Khan found welcome and wondrous of the natural variety. He was human, but not — much like Khan himself — and this captured his thoughts until he focused on retrieval. ]

               Why do you dislike bees?

      [ It was like having a stranger constantly flicking an on/off switch in your room. One moment Gary was completely ignorant and blissful in his room where he only saw what his superior brain provided him with -- most waves on the electromagnetic spectrum -- then the next second he suddenly had a very acute sense of his surroundings. He was suddenly involved with the environment around him. There was society knocking at his door. He didn't like it very much. He preferred his waves over people by a long shot.  So excuse him when he quickly turned, his torso facing the man that spoke. That was about it for social cues. No eye contact, awful hand gestures pertaining to his waves, and definitely odd speech patterns. ]

           They're terrible!                                        [ He nearly shouted, suddenly filled with an unhealthy contempt. ]

                  [ She looks around, tries to pin a face to the ‘Bill’. ]

⎨Alpha’s were such terribly interesting creatures. Not so much superheroes as average people with an ability to lock in and control certain parts of the human brain that most neurologists only salivated over. Jim’s interest lay in not what made them tick, but how he could get the time to move in his favor.⎬ 

⎨It was the scientist’s job to prod the subject, while as Jim was perfectly happy in believing that it was all magic.⎬

⎨He did love a good fairytale.⎬

     --Bill is a spoilsport!

    [ twitchy hands came to a sudden halt at the arrival of the other, willing the waves that scampered around his head to diminish in a sort of disintegrating manner. his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly registered the male's features in his head, making sure to remember them. ]

             ( jo understood he didn’t mean to be hurtful, so she let it pass. her features softened when she heard what alphas where. suddenly, she felt less alone and less… freakish. she pulled out a journal from her bag and wrote down a few words before pushing it back into her bag. )

      --All kinds!

      [ His train of thought was cut short for a moment; him being distracted by some oddly shaped wavelength. Turned out it was a Nokia. They were harder to crack. Ran on a different spectrum. ]