He hoped that she knew that he meant the spoil little blonde that had her by the hair and not the spoiled little blonde he just helped spoil, but it was a bit to late to point that out now, and either way, she seemed ok with it.

~~"As I said..." How did he miss the explanation of her power…of that must have been what she meant by somethinynestesia"... I have the ability to..." ".. switch my five senses with each other. When my eyes change color, that means I am doing something else with them besides seeing." "I can see sounds and taste colors and... all the other combinations. It takes a lot of concentration. Also, sometimes I just.... switch without noticing it.""I would demonstrate it if I could, but from the outside it really isn't all that interesting."

He rose an eyebrow in interest. “Now that is an interesting ability!” his mind switched around the senses in his mind. “SO, you can taste how a master piece painting looks and smell how a heartbeat sounds. You could feel how a pizza looks?” He pursed his lips. “That is awesome and utterly poetic.”

He took a bite of his first piece of pizza and found half of the slice was already missing.

“Now that is an interesting ability! SO, you can taste how a master piece painting looks and smell how a heartbeat sounds. You could feel how a pizza looks? That is awesome and utterly poetic.”
Susan felt the unusual sensation of a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Someone complimenting her con... her m... her abilities was something utterly new.
"Well, um... it is complicated. In its normal... I mean, non-mutant form synestesia is a medical condition. People confuse their senses with each other. Sometimes I do the same. It is just... hard to tell them apart, after a while."
Looking at his slice of pizza, she smirked as her eyes went yellow.
"But, yes, pretty much. For example I can taste your food without using my mouth. It tastes ochre, red and yellow." she blinked "See?..."
She shook her head and wrinkled her nose.
"Poets don't have a clue about this."

~~"Well, um... it is complicated. In its normal... I mean, non-mutant form synestesia is a medical condition. People confuse their senses with each other. Sometimes I do the same. It is just... hard to tell them apart, after a while."

“I think I understand as much as one, who can’t experience it, can understand it.” he took a second to make sure he understood what he just stated.

~~"But, yes, pretty much. For example I can taste your food without using my mouth. It tastes ochre, red and yellow." she blinked "See?..."

“hmmm, do you ever taste things you normally wouldn’t…say the wall for instance?’

~~"Poets don't have a clue about this."

“No, I imagine this is what poets are trying to obtain. Always with the similes and the metaphors.” He smirked for a moment as he noticed the little girl that was at the claw machine was sharing her loot. With the other little kids that inevitably gathered about. “ They guess at what you know. The sea breeze was soft and quiet and tasted of slated freedom, bah!”

“My pizza tastes of Ochre, Red and Yellow, now that is poetic.” Pluto was enthusiastic about most things in life, but this was mind boggling in the way of possibilities. Oh it was subtle, but was great.

“hmmm, do you ever taste things you normally wouldn’t…say the wall for instance?’
Susan raised her chin, trying to show some dignity, I am not some lunatic from One Hundred Years of Solitude, but then she had to admit, the question was at least half valid.
"Not on purpose, no. Sometimes I can't help it. It is not a pleasant experience." she summarized.
She followed his gaze, watching the kids gather around and chatter in a colorful whirl of voices. Who would have thought.
“They guess at what you know. The sea breeze was soft and quiet and tasted of slated freedom, bah!”
Susan smirked.
"Freedom is not a taste." she pointed out "And that's not the only thing poets got wrong."
She had little respect for poetry. Most of the time it was nonsense, and when it was not, it was certainly not included in the Literature cussiculum.
Eyes fogged over with white, and Susan listened to curious glances bouncing off her red-skinned partner with the sound of beands on glass. Some of them hit her too. She winced.
"How do you manage to live out here with people staring at you? I am guessing scaring them away does not always work."

~~"Not on purpose, no. Sometimes I can't help it. It is not a pleasant experience."

“hmmm, I guess I won’t ask what random things taste like, I would have learned my lesson quickly I am sure. “ he thought for a moment about the odd things he could say about the world to freak people out if he could do that.

~~"Freedom is not a taste." "And that's not the only thing poets got wrong."

“exactly, with little more than observation and a pen you could teach them all how wrong and foolish they are. That is a beautiful thing.”

~~"How do you manage to live out here with people staring at you? I am guessing scaring them away does not always work."

He grinned. “ baring my teeth cause most if not any one to skitter, flexing my muscles takes care of the rest, and for the particularly stubborn fool that doesn’t listen to what his nature tells him, and that is to run fast and far, I can assist them. I don’t like to think what becomes of those that look as out of place as I do, in this world that has no room for bright red flesh and not the fierce muscle to defend themselves.”

“I haven’t known fear. And really as far as those who just stare out of curiosity, who am I to deny them such a glorious vision?” he smirked at his cocky joke.

"How about you, how do you put up with those that would drag you down, simply for who you are?"

I haven’t known fear. And really as far as those who just stare out of curiosity, who am I to deny them such a glorious vision?”
Susan blinked, and the corner of her lips twitched again. So Pluto did vote for scaring people away. Seemed to work just fine.
"How about you, how do you put up with those that would drag you down, simply for who you are?"
The young witch shrugged and turned her attention to her pizza, poking it with a fork.
"Well, being someone not so high up on the food chain as you are, I mostly put up with it. Considering I had no knowledge of what I actually am up until today..." she shrugged again "The eyes freaked most people out. I am led to believe it is an evolutional side-effect to my abilities. Certain species use vivid colors to sign that they are not to be approached."
That must have sounded weird, lifted off the pages of a science book just like that. It made Susan feel like she was some kind of poison snake.
"It is only natural to have something like that." she mused, half to herself "I lack other tools and abilities required for survival in a hostile environment... as well as a 'glorious vision'" she added, and her lips twitched again in the quick shadow of a grin "...so at least I can pretend to be dangerous."

~~"Well, being someone not so high up on the food chain as you are, I mostly put up with it. Considering I had no knowledge of what I actually am up until today..."

“fair enough, though I warn that a lot of people aren’t inclined to leave it at a point that you can simply put up with it. there are those out there that won’t be content to live and let live.”

~~"The eyes freaked most people out. I am led to believe it is an evolutional side-effect to my abilities. Certain species use vivid colors to sign that they are not to be approached."

“that makes sense.” She was starting sound like Mars with his evolutionary theories concerning mutation.

~~"It is only natural to have something like that." "I lack other tools and abilities required for survival in a hostile environment... as well as a 'glorious vision'" "...so at least I can pretend to be dangerous."

“You’d be surprised at how often the threat of being dangerous is enough to throw things your way. Again in nature there are those that don’t bother with actually being dangerous, only appearing as if they are. Butterflies for instance often have patterns that allow them to make them selves appear as if they are the face of a bigger more dangerous animal. And that typically does the trick. But with all of that said, if you ever need help feel free to give me a call.” He took a card out of his wallet, it was a dry cleaner on one side, but on the other he had his number, name, and address. “and that doesn’t just extend to being in danger. Anything. Feel free.” He repeated that last bit. And then started digging into his pizza.