i hope your god forgives you

@fastrthanyou

There wasn’t enough time in Hayden’s life for stuff like this, and maybe he should coach some sort of SOCCER team. He considers it as he kicks the ball back to Wren. “How long have you been playing?” It was small talk, but he was actually interested in hearing the answer to that one.

“I was actually just wondering if you wanted someone else to play with.” Hayden asks pointing to the soccer ball. He had been a star growing up from being just a kid up through college. He gave it all up for a career with SHIELD. “I’m pretty good actually if you wanted some friendly competition or someone to train with.” He offers since truly it would just be nice to play again in any form.

A sharp click/pop noise is all Mikah gives in response. Oh-kay, then. She throws her hands up a bit, palms out. “Easy, tiger. Can’t walk around with shit like that and expect no one to notice.” Not that she’d know from experience. Very few injuries she ever sustained scarred, and those were only the really nasty ones, the sort that took even her mutation some time to repair. “ ‘sides, I might not ‘a even said anything.”

It had taken a long time for Wren to feel any semblance of normalcy, and she tended to be rather standoffish any time that people made her feel otherwise. Especially if she didn’t know the person particularly well. Bending over to pick up the soccer ball, her shirt slipped up her back, revealing part of a nasty scar. Wren didn’t even notice until she looked up and caught someone staring.