Moving on(open)

Leon had been through enough in the past few weeks where his world view had been turned upside down. He had spent some time lost in the woods and come back to find an alternative version of himself living in his place. Well that was probably the wrong term, the stranger “him” had left after his return, but the incident had left him shaken and confused. This other version of him was near identical, but totally different personality wise. The incident had escalated for a bit after Leon had a bit of a nervous/mental break down, but eventually he and himself had reconciled and discussed the differences in their lives. 

The only real breaking point the had found was when their powers had manifested, Leon had been traumatized by poisoning his closest friends and 'Manti' as he preferred had not. As a result Manti had become supremely self confident, while Leon had been shattered emotionally. Manti also seemed to be fully in control of his powers, he could soften his quills so they were never dangerous unless he choose them to be, something he envied. But it also raised the question of why he couldn't? They had not figured it out before Manti had left to return to his world, leaving Leon stewing over the conundrum after a long shower and a change of clothing after his time in the woods. 

His jacket had been replaced, Manti had left him his bikers jacket as a souvenir, which was much tougher then his old jacket and was better at containing his quills. Leon sat on a bench in the garden, still wondering about what Manti had told him.