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Ever since Devon agreed to going on a date with him last Saturday night,  Derek Menes has literally turned into a Disney Princess. At ten o'clock that morning, Derek got up and immediately started to get ready. He checked for any messages, responded to them, then quickly hopped into the shower.  He scrubbed his body with his all natural cedarwood body wash and stayed in there for a good ten minutes. After feeling like he was clean enough, he turned the water off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped out of the shower. When he finished brushing his teeth, washing his face, and putting his deodorant on, he walked out of the  bathroom and back into his bedroom. 

Derek sat on the edge of his bed, disturbing the sleeping fox at the foot of it. 

"I know, I know. You're tired," Derek cooed at her as she started to put on his cocoa butter lotion, "I still haven't come up with a name for you, yet," he paused in thought, "what about Vixen? That's a nice name for a fox." Vixen agreed before getting up from her place at the food of his bed and flopping down on top of Derek's pillow. The mutant chuckled and once he was lotion-ed down, slipped on his boxers and gray t-shirt.

It took him about ten minutes to finally decide on an outfit: a button down green shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of khaki joggers, and Converses. Derek looked at himself in the mirror and nodded his head in approval. 

Now the fun part. 

Derek had bought a picnic basket the day before along with some groceries. He knew that on the first date to always avoid garlic or messy foods so instead, he decided to make some food for them. It was also Derek's way of introducing Devon to some southern food that he may not have had. 

So after he packed up the food as well as grab two large bottled waters, he made sure to grab his phone, wallet, headphones, keys, a blanket, and his a bottle of antihistamine just in case Devon had allergies.

As he started to walk out, Vixen started whining about wanting to come with him.

"Vix, c'mon, it's a date in Central Park, why would you want to come?" Vixen stared at him, "...you're right, let's go." 

He took a towncar to Central Park and arrived there in fifteen minutes. He thanked the driver before getting out and wandering around before finding a place to sit.

Derek first laid down the red and white blanket, then set the basket down on top of it. He then sat down on one side of it and sent Devon a text to tell him that he was all ready to go. Vixen wandered around before crawling on Derek's lap and going back to sleep.

Derek shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "well, you're very plant-like. You're the only plant mutant that I have ran into. I'm sure you burn easily which is why you didn't drink your tea that one time right away," he answered, "being sensitive with cold, well, that was just a guess." Derek sniffed and ate a onion ring off of his plate and leaned back into his booth. He closed his eyes as the cold of the leather backing cooled his body. Ahh, that felt good.

"...You should tell her, Xavia. She's your mother and she cares deeply about you. She will also love our kids just the same no matter how the father is." 

Derek cringed, "ugh, I hope Kendra was there to help ya." He shook his head. Of course he wasn't pregnant (yet), but the smell got to him sometimes too. Derek picked up his own burger and took a few bites from it.

"Gods, this is good," he moaned, "I'll make sure to leave a nice, big tip for 'em too." Derek took another sip of his water.

"So," Derek swallowed, "I'm guessin' you're sensitive to extreme cold and heat."

After Derek got his pedicure, he got up from the chair and made his way over to the fresh mud bath next to Xavia's. He slipped off his bathtub and climbed into the mud.

"Oh!" Derek started laughing, "this feels weirder than when i first kissed a girl," he shivered a bit and closed his eyes to enjoy the muddiness that was the mude bath. "Hey, Xavia, I wonder what kind of plant you'll turn into if you stay in there." He teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

Derek sniffed and closed his eyes. "...So, Allegra, have you heard of Ms. Shinbo? She's a fashion designer that I think you should meet."

"Yep! And you?" Derek asked with a returned smile. He sniffed and wrapped a loose arm around Don's shoulders before letting it slide down and away. He led him away from the bedrooms, to the ground floor, through the foyer and out the golden doors.

"How was your night? Did you get enough sleep?" Derek asked. He wanted to know what Donahue was up to. He hoped that he enjoyed himself and if not, Derek was more than happy to take him to the Mansion or to his Co-op for him to stay a few days.

The twenty year old mutant opened the car door and slid to the other side so that Don didn't have to walk around.

More Character Aesthetics in honor of our new characters!

(Ion)

(Martha Ann Cooley)

(@camice)

(@-- wait, this one is mine xD)

Back at the camp, Derek tried to "tidy up" the campsite so it had less going on. He placed both of the backpacks in one spot by a tree, the cooking supplies by the fire, and the sleeping equipment adjacent to the backpacks.

As the time passed, he waited for Leon to return, but when it had been over thirty minutes, he knew that something was up. He assumed that he had just got lost or something, so he sent out another bat for Derek to follow to see if he could find Leon.

Derek followed the bat in one direction, but soon it quickly changed course and made a sharp turn. Derek was confused but decided not to say anything about it. He continued to search for Leon, but didn't find him at all.

He hoped that Leon was safe and not laying in a ditch in the woods.