There are days when you just aren't sure if you're really awake. Your body feels like a stranger, almost as if you're watching it move without really telling it to; your thoughts are impulsive, reckless, requiring all your will not to commit some action you will surely regret; the physical elements around you just don't seem to fit, somehow. Are you lighter? Are you dreaming? You just don't know
Surely sleep deprivation contributes thoroughly. It's really hard to focus on reality when now and then imaginary dreamworld voices ring inside your head, and when you notice your eyes are closed, ready to take you into blessed oblivion.
Enzo's cab voyage felt like an endless sucession of dreams. The light coming from the window cast beautiful shadows over his face, as if they came directly from Carrol's Wonderland, and the driver's voice - scratchy and deep as it was - sounded just like some tenor singing a lullaby. He could perfectly see a face . the face from the boy who changed his life - coming and going from his dream world. And he could also hear the same type of words: "your power is beautiful, brother".
All of sudden, his world shook. Enzo gasped, his body shivered. Confused, he realized it was just the taxi driver, a man in his late forties, hard beard, tired eyes, teeth yellow due to excessive smoking. He had shaken Enzo's dream away, looking a bit annoyed.
"We're here, boy" he growled, poiting outside. Enzo's heart skipped a bit, barely hearing how much he needed to pay the man who had brought him to his destination.
"Just like the pic on the website" he thought to himself. Enzo smiled confidently, his tiredness apparantly eclipsed by a nervous excitement. He payed the noisy man, opened the door and closed it a bit harder than it was necessary. He smiled at that gesture; after all, Enzo hated rudeness the most, and he would always pay in kind if he could.
The gates were just ahead of him. Enzo stood still, his eyes scanning the inside eagerly. As the cab turned around, scratching the pavement with an angry sound, the boy frowned a bit. Doubt clouded his thoughts, the dreamworld chanting not unlikely some cruel mermaid. Was he in the right place. Was this school really some sort of mutant shrine? He did not register anything different, there were no indications whatsoever that anyone with powers of any sort inhabited it.

Enzo's doubts escaladed to the point he was not sure if mutants were real, or just some sort of world-wide prank.

His head itched, and Enzo brought his right hand to that point where a red streak had appeared four days ago. Johanna had to shave his head because of it, althought it had been the only potential evidence that he was a mutant. His eyebrows sunk deeper.
"Enough"
His feet started strolling; Enzo was decided to get to the bottom of things. He walked right to the closed gates, not caring anymore to peep inside. Instead, the boy pressed the doorbell almost in some sort of anger. There had to be someone there.

It was a nice day, well a nice day turning sour in a few hours at least. Rain was surely to come swiftly. The young mutant knew it well, but he also knew that the weather could change drastically by each passing second of a minute. On a day like it one had to make the most of the day. Alexander had spent most of the past days locked up inside the mansion, doing what he usually did, which was nothing. It wasn't because he was lazy, but more due to the fact that he still hadn't been able to make many friends, and once he did they all ended up leaving the mansion do to other things. Things he didn't have the guts to do.

Dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, a plain brown t-shirt, a horizontally striped shirt and a pair of dark brown Converse sneakers, he made his way through the front door of the mansion. Once outside he didn't really know what he would do. Walk around most likely. It wasn't like he was hurrying along to the city for some fun or shopping for stuff he didn't really need. When a little breeze blew in his hair he just adjusted his hair back the way it was.

With short steps he slowly walked around the front garden of the mansion which wasn't nearly the same size as the back. A sudden shade appeared on the ground as clouds pressed their way through the sky as if they were in a hurry. Clouds appearing from what seemed like nowhere, they were not a natural occurrence however. The weather report wouldn't have anticipated it, and if they did notice a shifting over a small area like this then kudos to them for actually doing something right for a change.

Hearing a car driving furiously away from outside of the gates, he couldn't help but to wonder if something was going on, and peeked over with curiosity at the gates where he had once stood. Where he had once been a guy was now standing. A new addition to the mutant school party no doubt. Stepping up the speed, he walked over to the gates as the young man was now pressing the button to the doorbell.

"H-Hello?" He managed to say to him. "Is there anything I can help you with? If you're coming here I take it you're a mutant as well?" Alexander hesitated a little. He could have easily open the gate for him straight away, but for all he knew the guy with the very short hair could have been some mutant basher coming to look for trouble, though it would be very unlikely to attack a school alone where a number of powered mutants resided. Of course he would be the first victim not being able to stand a chance unless all he did was blow bubbles.

"H-Hello? Is there anything I can help you with? If you're coming here I take it you're a mutant as well?"

It was obvious the second Enzo heard it that the voice did not come from the doorbell device. His resolve shook a little; "a mutant as well" someone had asked. It was so strange and straighforward, Enzo was not used to being the one getting hit by direct questions. He didn't know what to say as he peeped once again inside; during his stride, he had clearly missed the oriental-looking guy on the other side, the same boy that had questioned him now.
Enzo walked away from the doorbell, nearing the still closed gates. Some welcome that was anyway, a random boy that was probably about Enzo's age asking him if he was a mutant. It did feel a bit weird for him, to be asked a question he didn't know. Still, Enzo simply inhaled, taking a quick glance at the mansion, and replied with his most confident tone:
"Are you from the school?" then, perhaps looking more judgemental than he intended too, he added "Are you part of the staff, ragazzo?" Agh, what should he ask? The other guy had been so straightforward he had brought up some alien shyness to Enzo. Comparing to the "mutant topic", admitting his sexuality had been like turning the tv on. "I have an important personal matter I need to discuss over there, I think."
There, that was as much hinting as he could give. Enzo gazed nervously at the school; albeit so much research, online forums and discussions, he felt completely lost in this potential new world. Perhaps it was all just a dream, like he felt it could be? Or a stupid lie? Even the sky, gathering it's clouds, seemed to be shrouding the world with some sort of mystical veil.

And yet, he had gone there without his parents or brother knowing. He had had his lunch, confirmed the directions to the school a hundred times, reread what it was supposedly about another million, and then he simply put a black thin jacket over his night-sky blue t-shirt, ran down stairs (he could've tripped, he was so tired...) and called a cab. He could barely remember the voyage now, or even the ill-tempered driver's face and voice. Perhaps he was not really there talking to that stranger; perhaps he was simply lying on his apartment's floor, unconscious after falling down the stairs. Or on his bed, dreaming after a strong night out.

Taking a few deep breaths, he looked over at the young man. He was sure taking his time. Perhaps he had a lot to think about, it wasn't always easy to come to the conclusion to actually get themselves to go to the school, even if they were staying there or not. Alexander blinked quickly a couple of times. He was looking at the stranger with a couple of glances, as he didn't dare to keep his eyes on him too much.

>>"Are you from the school?, Are you part of the staff, ragazzo?"
The guy said, at first seemingly confidently but with a change of tone that made him sound a bit more off than what Alexander would have expected. Had it been something he had said wrong? Perhaps something he had done wrong? But instead of dwelling on the subject, the truth had to come out.

"Well, yes you could say I'm from the school" Alexander said, with much less enthusiasm than it could have been. "However I am not part of the staff, I don't think there are many staff members at the school just at the moment." He hesitated a little, he wanted to give a slight smile, but he decided that it just didn't feel right. "Though I have been here long enough to know what goes down, so even though I'm not officially a staff member I can still help with any questions you may have." This time he smiled a little, however it would most likely show of as a bit awkward.

"Perhaps I should let you in?" He asked the young man, but he didn't exactly wait for a reply before he walked to the side of the gate where there was a panel to open the gate. With a bit of hesitation he pressed the code to the gate to allow it to open. It was nothing fancy, he came through the gate many times so it wasn't like he didn't know the access code like many of the other residence. After a few seconds a little click sound was heard, and the gate slowly swung open. "I welcome you" He said as the gate was now open to allow him to come in. "If you don't mind me asking though, what is the important matter you need to discuss, is it medical perhaps? Do you need to visit the doctor, he should be in his office if that is the case." He left it to that. A personal question was personal for a reason; he was all for privacy and it was something to be respected. He gestured his hands for the man to step through the gates.

He had still been half asleep, half awaken when the other boy answered Enzo's first question. Unfortunately, there had been some sort of vagueness surrounding the answer, and he didn't feel at all impressed. In fact, he was a bit disappointed with it; at other times, he would've been a lot friendlier, asking questions and pretty much talking like this guy was some sort of long distance friend that had been lost for a long time but only required half an hour of catching up before they were good friends again. But he was really not in the mood, and he had been hoping this person might give him more information about the place, or even about Enzo himself. One can't always be extremely friendly, specially when so many questions assaulted one's mind. Enzo remained silent, his hand once again unconsciously heading towards that specific red spot.
The other guy (was he a student? he didn't elaborate...) finally went over the gate after asking what seemed like a rethorical question, once again awakening Enzo to the reality at hand. He distractedly registered the guy's clothes, which clearly represented thoughtful color matching, and smirked a tad devilishly. Then, the clear beeping sound of some sort of code device echoed between their silence, and the gates were soon open.
He was asked if his matter was clinical, reiterating to Enzo's prior questions. The more the other talked, the less Enzo doubted that he was really awake. The half Italian half American boy nodded to no one in special, adding "Yeah, I think I need to see this doctor guy" with a stronger Italian resonance than it was usual. He quickly entered the place, as if fearing it's gate and - hopefully - secrets would exclude him. The sound of his feet on the pavement was clear. In order to break the silence and to show he was a lot nicer person than he was showing, Enzo added a warm "Thanks, man".
Just as he crossed the barrier that separated New York from the school, another jolt of enthusiasm stroke him, and Enzo smiled warmly, naturally, before stretching his hand for a handshake. "My name's Enzo Cox" he said, with his accent showing on the broad-spoken "Enzo"; after all, even his friends gave an Italian
mood to his name, first because they would joke around at how he always seemed like some sort of pizza guy cliche in a movie when he pronounced it, and later finding themselves unable to speak it like any American would.

Despite the fact that the guy did seem like he was a nice person, there was something that still made him feel a bit put off by the fact that he seemed to be so distant. He wouldn't know how it was however as he knew nothing about this man, nothing about his life, future, presence, other than the fact that he was there, seeking someone for whatever reason he needed it to be.

After a few seconds of thinking, at least what it appeared to be the man spoke again. Answering him if he needing medical assistant.
>>"Yeah, I think I need to see this doctor guy"
Alexander gave him a slight smile as if it was to make everything better, even though it wouldn't. He noticed however that when he spoke it was with a somewhat more exotic flavour than he was used to, similar to his, but of course he knew very well he wasn't from the same place. The way he spoke made him initially think of Italy. Coming from another country himself he was not unfamiliar with different accent, whenever his parents would speak English they had a thick Spanish accent, and many people would often think of them as the New Mexican family that moved into the apartment building

Alexander on the other hand had much more experience with the English language. While studying at an English language school, and then leaving his country to a country that primarily spoke English made the entire difference. Though his accent had started out to be quite distinct, it had gradually faded little by little as he became better versed in speaking it. The accent however did not completely disappear.


"We should get to the infirmary then." He quickly responded to him, but with a curious and worried look he eyed the man as to check for any sort of outer injuries. His eyeing however was cut short as the man extended his hand just as he reached the insides of the gate.

>>"My name's Enzo Cox"
The man told him. Alexander took his hand and shook it firmly, but not hard. "I'm Alexander García, nice to meet you." After letting go of his hand he smiled. "Let me just shut the gate real quick and we can go inside." With that Alexander walked back to the panel, pushed a single button and the gate slowly started to close.

"Right this way then." He gestured to Enzo with a smile. As they both walked towards the main entrance he looked at him. "I couldn't help but to notice your accent, is it Italian by any chance?" Perhaps a bit straightforward, but it was how he was. "I hail from Spain originally, Barcelona to be exact, but now I live here, attend a few classes and watches as life pass by." He smiled, and opened the door to the entrance and held it open to allow Enzo to enter first.

As they shook hands, Enzo thought he saw something funny about the other guy. However, as soon as he gave him his name, the Italian boy smiled as he recognized it's latino roots, and his mind raced with the strange possibilities: oriental-looking guy, well dressed, and yet with a name that could refer to countless countries, from Mexico to Spain, including others like Argentina and the Dominican Republic. Heck, the boy could be some Norwegian with mixed parents who eventually moved to the states. These thoughts traversed his mind lightning fast - as such information crossing usually does - just as they breaked their handshake. He added a friendly "nice to meet you too", before turning towards the fields, Alexander's eyes already forgotten.
Enzo waited for Alexander to close the gate with his eyes set on the complex grounds of the mansion. He thought he could hear people's voices here and there, and the shadows on the windows hinted for other presences. This excited him even more, his eyes those of a child's during Christmas Eve. He was still not sure of anything, and this still hindered his actions, but more and more he was certain he took the right action. Maybe - just maybe - he was on the right place, and there would be answers for him there. On the other hand, the idea of revealing himself to some doctor was still scary, specially if the mansion was not what it was promised to be.
"Right, this way then" Alexander woke him to reality again, and Enzo, turning his face towards the boy, started following him. He felt like asking the guy about his name, but, surprisingly, the question was shot, directed towards him. The oriental-looking boy explained he was from Barcelona, Spain, and Enzo nodded at those names.
"I'm from Venice, in Italy!" Enzo answered, glad to find an European. He did meet more of them relatively frequently, but it was always a pleasant feeling, specially since this guy was from the Mediterranean area, just like Enzo "My mom's Italian and dad's American. I've been to Barcelona once on vacation! It's a really lively city, people are really friendly towards tourists" he spoke, smiling brightly all the way.
He entered the mansion, barely recognizing it's inside since he was thrilled with the conversation. If he took a little more time, he might've taken the time to register the unnusual appearance of one of the passers by. Instead, he turned to Alexander as one would when in a dialogue, and that's when he realized the blue on the other boy's eyes was not natural. He did not really think about lenses at that point. No, to Enzo, it was the revelation he had been hoping for, and this excited him the most.
"Dio!" he half-shouted. Enzo opened his arms really fast, and hugged the other boy. It did not occur to him that this might be sudden or even a bit freaky. All his past four days seemed to make more sense now. The barrier of whispers about who might be a mutant, what they might look like, or even the footage he got on tv and the internet, it was broken by the reality of it. He was in an Institute directed to teaching mutants, and he had been received by a mutant. "You're a mutant, aren't you?" he said with a more controled tone "You should be, I noticed your eyes".
Enzo broke the hug, his hands on the other guy's shoulders "I need to know if I am one too" the Italian boy added, almost as a plead. His mind was boiling, and he spoke that almost as a question; that Alexander couldn't answer the question for him, Enzo was not aware.

Listening to Enzo speak was interesting, teaching him a bit more about him. He was indeed Italian, well not strictly as his father was American. Alexander smiled as he described the people of Barcelona to be really friendly to tourists, it did of course have several different explanations. "They were probably nice because they wanted you to buy stuff, or eat at their restaurants. I know how it feels however, a lot of times people didn't exactly treat me as a native, well you can imagine when you don't look the way they do." He gave a short laugh. "Made haggling a whole lot easier though." the young mutant added for a bit of comical relief.

"Though I wasn't born in Spain, I was merely adopted from South Korea back in the days, which is why I have well a not so Korean name." In the past mentioning anything to do with adoption was something he tended to avoid, but what was he to do? Hide under a rock. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that once you saw his parents that he wasn't really their biological child.

>>"Dio!"
He suddenly heard Enzo almost shout out before finding himself in a purely uncomfortable situation of being hugged by him. Alexander wondered what on earth possessed him to do such an impulsive act, was it some nervous tick or was he just insane? Before he had a chance to say a thing the young mutant seemingly explained.

>>"You're a mutant, aren't you? You should be, I noticed your eyes"
Then he stopped hugging him, and put his hand on his shoulder telling him that he too needed to know if he was one.

Was this the reason he came? To know if he was a mutant? Didn't he know, he must have at least some sort of experience to at least come there to get himself checked out? What should he tell him? Alexander hadn't a faint clue as to say he was merely speechless. He was sure he was a mutant from the day his powers first manifested. Though he wasn't at first sure that he had powers, but how everything happened and how his eyes had turned blue, he knew in his heart what he was.

"Y-y-yes I suppose you are right about that, I am a mutant." He was tempted to say something about how he was a mutant that could kill him by just thinking about killing him, but what good would that do, scare him off, no it was really not the time for jokes. "But, yes my eyes are blue, and yes it happened when my mutation manifested so that's basically my most physical mutation so I consider myself a bit lucky there, between you and me, I could have ended up with like no hair, or blue skin, but lady luck was on my side, except when she handed me my powers, but I shouldn't complain about that either, it has been helpful at times."

Here he was helping a young possible mutant discover the truth about himself, the excitement and what did he do? Talk about himself. He could just as well drag him to watch Americas Next Top Model with him. With a puzzled expression on his face he looked at Enzo. "Well, if you really want to know, I think we'll just head straight over to DocProf as they call him here, he'd be able to check you out, also a word of advice, know the people you hug around here, because you were lucky this time but there are some people who can hurt you pretty badly if their skin touches yours."


He continued to walk as if nothing of hugging bothered him, only that it did bother him a little, he hadn't gotten a hug in so long he had forgotten what it felt like, and from a boy at that. It made him feel at least something. "Follow me then, the Infirmary isn't far away."

Confirmation at last. He was on the right place. Enzo's exhaustion was obliterated by Alexander's words, and he felt like he could run around the place and shout his happiness away. Of course he would not do so, if not for the fact that it was the most embarrassing option at hand, than because he knew it'd freak everyone around him quite a bit, Alexander included. It was sort of choking, really, having to manage his happiness with such restraint, it actually made him a bit itchy on his right leg. He scratched it distractedly, letting go of the other boy while he delved deeper into references of the day he discovered about himself and his mutation. Enzo was only half paying attention to it really, his mind tracking to that day when a boy in a disco had spoken to him with puzzling words, hinting Enzo might be a mutant. He still smiled to Alexander; the discovery day seemed to be engraved on the oriental boy's mind. He heard him speak of some doctor uomo, which made him focus once more. Hanging onto Alexander's every word, he obediently followed him as they began walking towards the Infirmary.

Enzo felt a tad embarrassed by his behavior, when he had hugged the other boy. Once he felt the other had nothing to say, he swiftly apologized "I'm sorry for the hugging, ragazzo. I have...not been myself lately" Another head scratching "I'm very thankful for all your help, though, man! You've been very kind" He smiled, ignoring the occasional curious passerby. Also, he had to take note of what Alexander said: hugging random mutants could be potentially dangerous. Enzo's imagination ran towards stories and fiction he had read, which sort of confirmed what he had been told. The problem was, he was a bit of the physical type, it would certainly be hard for him to just stop doing that sort of stuff. Then, as he remembered their handshake, he shrugged off the issue; if there was some hazard with physical contact, he would've been told then.

As they took a random turn, Enzo realized he wanted to know a bit more about Alexander's power discovery. However, this immediately led him to an even more important thought - at least, the kind of thought a teenager meeting a mutant would consider a priority: he didn't know his power. Was it just related to eye color changing? Hmm, no, that was probably a bit boring, although it might be useful for the fashion world. But, then again, why would he be in the Institute if he could only do that? It had to be something else...

"I'm sorry" he started just a little while after the last time they had become silent, and completely unsure if it was some sort of rude question or not "But I wanted to ask you this: what is your mutant power? I mean, we only spoke about the eyes, and you said something about the day you discovered your powers.. Can you tell me a bit more about it?"
Enzo stopped himself from using his questions as a shovel to dig deeper than he should. He probably didn't quite succeed, though. Then again, he hardly did. His eyes followed a cute guy's face who got past the, but he managed to do it stealthily

>> "I'm sorry for the hugging, ragazzo."
The young mutant mentioned. It wasn't a problem; it had felt good to get a hug, even from a complete stranger. It could have been creepy, but considering the situation it wasn't exactly a wrong doing. "Don't worry about it, you didn't kill me, I didn't kill you I see that as a step in the right direction." Alexander smiled while letting a little gasp of laughter escape.

>>" I'm sorry. But I wanted to ask you this: what is your mutant power? I mean, we only spoke about the eyes, and you said something about the day you discovered your powers.. Can you tell me a bit more about it?"

Alexander knew it would come to that exact thing. He didn't have a problem with it, in fact when you live at a school for mutants you get the question quite frequently when talking to someone new. Everyone was curious; he would have asked the same question if Enzo had known anything about his mutation. However there was one question to ask, but which could easily be saved for another time, if there was such a time.

"It's quite all right to ask." He began. "Easy version is that I can basically change the weather." Simple enough, though there was a lot more to it. He could explain it much more detailed, but it wasn't really needed as saying he could change the weather pretty much summarized his mutant abilities. "To answer your initial question, the day I discovered my powers was when I was in my bedroom after a hefty argument with my parents about this tiny little ear piercing I had gotten. They weren't pleased, and I weren't at their reaction, which eventually led to a little rain shower appearing in my room." Remembering it wasn't exactly as bad as it was experiencing it, the panic of rain in the bedroom, though it could have been a leaky floor hadn't it been for clouds appearing. Still after that he had shown difficulties making any sort of weather effect inside the house. Perhaps it was due to his powers just emerging that they worked at a whole different scale? That in the future he could easily do as he had once done without even trying? "Well that's basically it." He finished.

"And here we are." he said stopping outside the door of the infirmary. "Just knock the door, and if he doesn't reply and he isn't there, he is probably in his office, in which you continue down the hall and the first door you see will be his." He smiled, yet feeling a bit strange just leaving him like this, but it was a personal matter for him, something he could sympathize with.

The funny remark made Enzo grin cheerfully. It had been a very nice meeting altogether, and he felt great. Choosing to go to the Institute had been a great idea. The possibility of being caught by his parents - which was ridiculously low - no longer scared him at all. Although he didn't intend to, the worse that could happen was Enzo having to change to that huge mansion until his parents' reaction became more positive once again. However, he didn't really think things would go wrong for him if they ever did know. As designers, they had very open minds, and Enzo knew his father had contacted with some mutant artist once, and even if he spoke of that person with some caution, he didn't seem repulsed nor did the conversation turn towards any unpleasantness.

When Alexander described his powers, Enzo let out a little "That's cool, man!" To him, it sounded like something absurdly amazing: holding the weather with one's will, bending it as they pleased. Oh, the possibilities! Beach days! No more droughts! Heck, the things he could do with those powers seemed limitless, some sort of miracle. This made the Italian boy even happier. What if his power was miraculous - mythical even - like that of Alexander's? It was true that, up until that moment, all he saw of his potential mutation was a streak of hair turning red, but maybe, just maybe, it might be something true and big. Perhaps he could do something for the world with it!

Even the other boy's story about how things went when he discovered his powers didn't seem at all bad to Enzo (even if it might've had he understood completely Alexander's feelings when it had occured). To Enzo, it was like having to pass through some sort of shady catacomb before discovering the philosopher's stone. All worth it.

>>"Well, that's basically it" Alexander had said. Enzo wanted to tell him how much of a miracle it all sounded to him. A fantasy story come true. Yet, he had to remain content with a smiley "It sounds amazing, man!" It was no time to discuss that sort of stuff anyway. In a sense, Enzo felt a bit self-centered; he felt that that moment was going to be his moment, his time to discover whatever it was he possessed inside of him. His leg itched again, then his head. After being given all directions, Enzo once again, stretched his hand, this time to say goodbye.

"Thank you for all of this, Alex - I can call you Alex, can I?" Enzo intended to hug the other guy again, but instead decided to friendly pat him on his other shoulder with his free hand "I hope we can meet again later. I don't think I can stay on the mansion, but maybe I can come some other times? I mean, if I'm a mutant, of course." Not that he questioned it, thought. Enzo was always like this: getting excited with stuff he really didn't know was going to happen or not, and planning his life around it. At times, it wouldn't go well. But this time - not unlike all others - he was sure it would.

>>"It sounds amazing, man!"
Enzo told him after he had explained his powers. Though it could sound amazing, it wasn't something he himself told him. Still he had much to learn once he actually bothered to do something about it. What did he do anyway? Read books about the weather? Somehow that wouldn't help him with how he could change the weather just the way he wanted it to.

It was a bit sad that the meeting was ending already, though why it was sad he didn't know, only it was nice to talk to someone new. Often time would be spent in his room, alone with a book or games on his phone unless he was doodling something on a piece of paper while listening to music. Enzo extended his hand yet again, and he shook it. "I hope everything turns out the way you want it." He told him, even if he wanted to be a mutant or if he didn't.

>>"Thank you for all of this, Alex - I can call you Alex, can I?"
Alex, sure why not everyone else did, even his parents did, unless they were mad at him for something then it was straight back to yelling his full name. "Sure, I don't mind" Alexander told him. "I hope we'll meet again sometime as well, I'll be curious to know the result of the test." He smiled at him. At least it was a hope they could meet again, but what did he mean he couldn't stay at the mansion? Did he have other arrangements perhaps? I guess it would depend on the person, for him staying there seemed better than hanging around his parents being nagged on for every little thing, even if they didn't mind much that he was a mutant.

"Oh wait." The young mutant told him as he fished into his all his pockets, he always has at least a scrap of paper on him. All he had was a receipt for a book on clouds he had bought which he wanted to keep. "Just hang on one second." He told him as he ran down the hall to the dormitories. Opening his bedroom door he grabbed a pen and a ripped a page out of his notebook before running back. With a bit heavier breathing he returned to Enzo. He began writing against the wall, and then handed the note to him. "Here, my number, I also put my email address, though be warned I check it like one a year, and no I do not have Facebook." He smiled. "I best be off, good luck for everything." With that he turned and walked away from him, glancing back a few times, waving once, and a nod.

"I hope everything turns the way you want"

Even as Alex ran off towards some place (where was he going again?) Enzo knew he wasn't sure what he wanted out of the mansion. Well, the answer was kind of simple: cool mutant powers. But, if you think about the definition of "cool mutant powers", you soon realize there's a lot more to it than just the name. There's a certain demand - that of self-importance - which bugged the Italian boy a little. More, there were other questions around it, questions that only scared Enzo when he realized his hair had red streaks, but was soon corrected by shaving it. The question of mutant visibility; those whose powers somehow greatly affected their appearance, appealing to some sort of extra human bestianlity or deformation that completely abolishes what is considered "normal", hence motivating persecution and prejudice. The question of mutant utility: powers that, although separating one from their homo sapiens cousins, did not really make up for a relevant difference in the eyes of many mutants. These questions only vaguely, distantly occurred to Enzo, but certainly, as with any other person, they would push the boundaries of what a "cool mutation" was.

No, Enzo was absolutely thrilled all the time it took Alexander to come and go with some paper, which use the Italian boy was already comprehending. He handed him the paper with his contact, which was actually very cool of him, and Enzo took it gladly, adding with a smile "No facebook, man. Really?"

But Alex was already gone. Enzo registered the number, sending a quick message saying "It's me, ragazzo" so the other could register his number. He put the cell back in it's pocket, and his eyes faced the door. His nerves tingled just a bit, the usual itchy spots - leg and hair - demanding some scratching. There was actually no one around then, the dream world suddenly seeming to stretch it's grasp onto Enzo's brain. He shrugged it off decisively, and knocked.

A voice answered on the other side: "Come in"

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