::Regan:: Everyone's Awesome But Me (Frank)

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, duh, but you could learn under them or something. Like how Mulan went to Shang and was all like 'Make me a man' complete with awesome song and montage, but he didn't make her his kind of man, but her own kind of man, which was ironic because she was totally a chick the whole time. Or like Yoda," Frank didn't even bother to explain this last reference, having assumed that everyone knew about Star Wars, because as everyone knows, the only people who haven't seen Star Wars were the people in Star Wars because they lived the Star Wars.

There was then the helping upright with Frank moving a little to the side to let Regan attempt to clean himself off. Everything looked pretty good all around, and Frank found herself nodding.

The nods turned into a chuckle at the mention of experience. "Oh yeah, totally. My superpower is that I can eat whatever I want, so I've, like, eaten a lot of stuff that most people wouldn't. Spoiler alert: it tastes pretty much like you---net? I thought we decided that we don't need no stinking net. It's so one one," and Frank held up a finger with each hand, nodding to indicate the sheer unassailablity of this statement. "So there," she added, sticking out her tongue for good measure, because nothing ended an argument quite like a good tongue extension.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan had been about to kick the ball again when what Frank had said finally registered in his brain. "Whoa, ho-o-o-old the phone - you can eat whatever you want? Like, literally anything? That's your power? That's... that's..."

He paused. "That's almost as useless as my power. Almost."

He jerked his head in the general direction of the dorms. "My brother and I - we're twins - our power, or... well, our illness, as we prefer to call it... is basically that we share injuries. Injuries and haircuts." He ran a hand through his hair. "To be more specific, anything that happens to us physically, happens to the other one of us too. Like this," he said, indicating the little scrape on his elbow. "Cole will be asking me about that one later."

He kicked the ball around a little. "Still... it's nice to know that there are other people here like us..."

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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The hold the phone made Frank pause mid-motion, turning to look at Regan and wondering what the heck was up with him this time. "Hey! My power's not useless!" she protested, waving her arms. "It's super weird and junk, but it so isn't useless! I just don't shoot lasers out of my butt or---" she paused, but only because Regan had also added something, something about a twin brother.

The knowledge that there was another guy like Regan out there did make Frank want to start talking again (it didn't take much), but she purposefully held her lips together, a hand literally clamped over her mouth, waiting or him to finish. Scrape would appear, yada, yada, yada, "But that's cool!' she finally burst, waving her arms. "You guys could totally be awesome spies and junk. You just have to, like, write stuff on your arms or something! And you could totally know when your brother got captured because it would be all like 'someone is torturing my twin,'" said in a super serious voice that was a little low on the octave side of things, "and you guys could totally use, like, Morse code or something and find one another or something or--waaaait, you seriously didn't know that people don't sometimes get weird powers?"

Frank scoffed at that, shaking her head a few times. "I've got friends that can just make funny noises, and there are some that just talk to like, mice and just mice which seems more like something out of a cartoon than an actual mutant power though I guess we could all be said to be out of a cartoon what with the X-men and stuff but seriously," she flung her hands out, fingers splayed, "there's loads with, like, super weird powers. So yeah, hey, waaaait," she grinned now, moving her fingers, "does that mean if I tickle you that your brother feels it too?" Oh, the pranking capabilities here...

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan had gotten this kind of response once or twice before, letting her carry on with all her what-if scenarios. It was kind of entertaining - and it made him wish it were that easy. But as she finished, he shrugged, a little sad to bring things back to reality.

"Tickling? A little, but not really. We aren't quite sure why some stuff is different from other stuff, but it seems like it's only stuff that leaves an effect on us - like getting punched in the face would leave the bruise. But see, here's the thing: writing stuff on our arms wouldn't work unless we literally scratched the words into our skin, and if my brother was getting tortured, it isn't just that I'd know he was getting tortured - I'd be getting tortured too, with all the marks. The Morse code thing we actually do already, so I guess that one works."

He pulled out his phone to check the time. "You know, I'm gonna have to go back to my room soon. We gonna play or are you just going to admit defeat?" He shot her another impish grin.

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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Some stuff was different than other stuff? "We have so gotta test that out sometime!" said Frank, hopping up and down, clearly thrilled at finding this out about her new friend. "Man, sometimes people just do not try and experience their powers, you know? The first thing I did when I got my powers was eat everything I could find. It was all---ah, man, so torturing would suck, but the Morse code thing is kinda awesome and whaaaa-?"

For Frank actually paused in the stream of near constant chatter that practically overlapped and ran right over everything Regan said in the meanwhile. She came to a stop, gaping at him for a few seconds while things clicked into place mentally. As soon as they did, she let out a squeal and went running to go get the ball.

"We must do the playing!" she yelled, eventually getting to it. She then tripped over it, flipping over. Which might have been more or less normal if she hadn't been wearing a cheerleader skirt. She was. Thankfully, she was also wearing the cheerleader's special undergarment as well, so all Regan got was a good view of the school colors before Frank bounced back to her feet, already moving to attack the ball with all the ferocity of an incised puppy.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan kept trying to respond to what Frank was saying, but inevitably he found himself unable to keep up. "Well, we didn't test them out because we were so busy trying to keep them hidden and we didn't want to have them at all. We kept moving around the country because of it."

He wasn't sure at all that she'd gotten any of it. Screw eating. Her superpower was a highly exaggerated form of ADHD.

Then she went after the ball, and then the rest happened almost in slow motion. She went ass over tea kettle, legs fully in the air, and inevitably Regan's eyes were drawn to the - ahem - school colours. As he was not the type to worry too much about embarrassment, he stood calmly with his hands in his pockets until she stood and started manically going after the ball again.

As she did so, he shrugged. "On the other hand, I could just stand here watching and hope that happens again." Cue the impish grin.

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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank managed to focus on the ball long enough to give it a mighty kick. It actually rolled past what they'd earlier set as the goals, so that meant that Frank had at least tied things up (though it was hard to say what exactly the score was... for that matter, it was hard to tell if Frank had actually done that on purpose or if had just sort of happened). she thrust her hands into the air and did a little victory dance, which apparently entailed quite a few hip thrusts and shimmying across the field. Since this was a (mostly) quiet activity, she still heard Regan's comment. It made her giggle, then spin in a circle, the skirt flying up yet again.

"If that's all it takes, then I so have this in the bag!" she said. She turned and flipped the skirt again, effectively mooning Regan for a few seconds, completely with booty shaking and a quick slap. Then Frank was charging after the ball, giggling like a maniac the whole time, eventually practically glomping it yet again when she got within range (which was still proving to be only minorly effective at actually working the ball, for some reason).

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan laughed a little, suddenly less interested in the soccer game than he had been. He pulled out his phone to check the time, and let out a sigh. He really did need to head back to the dorms. Not that he wanted to, necessarily - he was enjoying himself immensely, particularly with how willing Frank was to flash him her underwear - but he knew Cole would be after him about the scraped elbow anyway. No need to push it. He pinched his wrist three times to tell him he was on his way back.

He then walked over to where Frank had just scored her goal. "Well since I have to get going, it looks like it's a tie." He smirked. "I guess that means we get together for a rematch - or settle it in another way." He winked before reaching down to pick up his ball. "If you feel like dropping by, we live in the co-ed dorm in 206. Stop by sometime."

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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Whaaaa---" said Frank, turning, "you're just saying that 'cuz I'm winning now!" she flailed a bit, but he was clearly needing to go. Frank did sort of understand that people might have other obligations besides practicing, even if they clearly needed some more practice. Regan had offered to have a rematch with her, but Frank wasn't sure she was all that interested in another round of sportsball, and, since this was Frank: "I dunno about another round of sportsball... but I will so look you up!"

She would too, because Frank never forgot where a friend lived, and she definitely counted Regan as a friend already. She hurried over to where she'd stored her stuff, apparently forgetting about Regan for the time being. Well, it was less forget and more dealing with the stuff she already had. So sort of an easily distracted by shiny objects sort of thing.

That and she had food over there, and she totally needed food right now. She was already scoffing some while she turned to Regan, smiling and waving to let him know that she totally remembered him. She also sketched the right letters for his dorm in the air, showing that she totally remembered that one too.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan watched her go, eyeing the attractive curvature of her body for a few more seconds. That had been exhausting, but enjoyable. He was privately grateful that she didn't want to play any more 'sportsball,' but the interaction certainly hadn't been for nothing. He wondered if she really would show up one of these days.

He felt three pinches on his arm and sighed. Cole had gotten the message and was also heading home. Regan picked up the soccer ball and started the slow walk across the training field toward the dorms. He glanced around again as he walked, smiling a little to himself. He didn't feel quite so alone anymore, somehow. Maybe it was meeting a girl whose special talent was that she could eat dirt.

Pondering these things and others, he left the training field with slightly better peace of mind than when he'd arrived.

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