Itâd been a month now and still Dylan couldnât get used to not having his powers. Â It made smoking so much less fun - he had to actually go out and purchase a lighter. Â And it took him awhile! Â He didnât even know where to look at first, it took some walking around before finding one in a regular old convenience store. Â How embarrassing was that?
Classes werenât for some time and there was no way in hell he was taking a winter course, not when there was much to explore and see while he had the free time. Â Yesterday he took a lap around as much of the island as he could - he got tired close to the 75% mark - and today was touring the downtown area some more, seeing what he could remember. Â There were a strip of bars, some bakeries and cafes, clubs that looked kinda fun. Â It wasnât long before he sat himself on a bench, after painstakingly trying to light his cigarette with the snap of his fingers, like he has so many times before, only to when he finally remembered that wasnât how it worked here. Â âHey! Â Hey, you got a lighter?â he asked, leaning behind him, head craned and looking over the back of the bench. Â âOr am I supposed to like, offer services for it? Â I still donât really know how this whole thing works.â
Grace let out a content little sigh as she settled on a bench in town, adjusting the wide brim of her hat to where it offered her the best shade. Not that she particularly needed it, as could sit in this sun all day and her skin would remain flawless. No, it was simply one of those human mannerisms that she had kept over the decades. Ones that she still used without even realizing most of the time, even though she was in a place where she did not need to hide what she was. Chuckling lowly at herself and her silly habit, Grace got right to work, opening the little notebook in her hand and waiting for inspiration to strike. She and Wat needed to decide on a spring musical very very soon and she wished to have a few ideas of her own before she approached him.
It was not long though before her peace was disturbed by the sound of someone very annoyingly snapping their fingers. Grace wasnât certain what they were trying to accomplish, aside from irritating the very life right out of her. But it all soon became very clear as a face suddenly appeared nearly right into her own. Leaning back, she pegged the young man with a piercing look, honey eyes seeming to darken. âAs a matter of fact, I do. And I may be generous enough to allow you use of it if you think that you can manage to muster a more competent request. Think of that as your âserviceâ to me..â Grace replied dryly, arching a raven brow.