He sighed. He was getting frustrated. âFaster than a speeding bullet, my ass.â He grumbled, trying to access his superhuman speed.
Ever since Conner arrived on the island, his powers have been acting out of wack â that is they weren't working at all â except for his flight. Sure, flying is cool and all, but only being able to fly for a short period of time a day was torture for him. How was he ever to explore the city without accessing his full arsenal of powers? Walk? Yeah right.
Giving up, the black-haired male began walking back towards his home in the Fibonacci Ward. Apparently, he had roommates, but he has yet to meet them. Maybe if he returned heâd sure run into one.Â
That is if he makes it back to his home.
Something familiar caught his attention. Someone who looked familiar but couldnât make sure walking past him. âBart?â He questioned, turning towards the person who walked passed.
Sure enough it was the person he thought it was. Running up to them and calling out their names trying to get their attention. âHey Bart! Bart! Wanna have a race?â
The other didnât need to know he didnât have his speed, but he wanted to humor his friend.