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Derek nodded his head, "yeah, she's a great person. I can't to get to know her more." He chuckled a bit and continued walking with Richard.

"Mm, let's just do that then. That always tend to be more exciting like you said," Derek decided that he would lead the walk into Central Park. It was more beautiful than what Derek initially thought. The beautiful greenery contrasted the gray concrete that kept it's patrons off of the grass and for bikers and runners to have a path to follow.

As they continued to walk, Derek talked about his life back home. How constraining it was for him to both gay and mutant. He tried not to make their first time together all doom and gloom. Derek hoped that after this, Richard would like to hang out.

When they rounded a corner, Derek froze.

"...Is this a moose?" Derek looked over at Richard. Before he got an answer, the moose blinked and sent Richard flying back a couple of feet. "Richard!" He looked from the moose to his future apartment mate. As he started to ran toward him, a voice popped into his head. Derek slowly turned around to look at the large cow.

"...What's a meese?" There was a silence. "A...mutant moose? That's what you are? Why is there a moose in-- well was knocking him back necessary? Yes? No, no it wasn't." The cow snorted and slowly came closer to Derek. "How can I understand you? I can communicate with animals...yea- wait, what? I'm not the foretold 'meese king'." Derek was confused. He didn't know that animals could develop mutations and gain powers.

When the meese blinked, Derek was picked up from the ground and pulled toward the cow. "What are you doin'?" He asked with wide eyes. The meese moved him so that he was lying over her back. "...Ms. Meese, please let me go." The meese snorted a "no". With a sigh, Derek patted he back. "I'm also not your son...no, I'm not!" He sighed heavily, giving up. "At least let me sit up...thank you." Derek repositioned himself and so that he was straddling her back with his hands on her shoulder. "...This isn't so bad....I'm still not your son!"

"Oh, I mean I could tell them to stop and defend me which would be slightly easier than just, y'know, tellin' the entire hive not to sting me. Though, hornet nests don't really get the large." Derek explained with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He felt good that Allegra cared. "Y'know, you should get to know the insects around you. You'd be surprised how much you like them."

"Oh! I know how to cut a mango. My dad loves that fruit." Derek also loved mangos especially if they were fresh.

Derek slowly nodded his head. "Ah, I see. Home economics must be a great class to be in, though. Do you get to eat the food that you cook?" He asked curiously.

"Eh," Derek took a sip of his smoothie. "The south is keen on fashion too. There are places like Beverly Hills down there. Just more...Religious and hot." He chuckled a bit. "I feel like you'd like some places down there."

"Technically it's a D.V.M. Doctor of Veterinary Medicine." Derek corrected with a grin. He looked over at Derek and grinned. "Yeah, the math part is goin' to be a bit hard for me, but nothin' I can't conquer." He grinned widely and looked straight forward again.

"Mm...I like gardening, going on nature walks, shopping, listening to music, and...watching Netflix. Oh, and gawking at hot guys. You?"

Derek was just about to pick himself up and go fetch the onion himself when someone else walked up the first flight of stairs. Great, now he was in someone's way. Derek cursed himself again as he struggled to stand.

"You don't have to--." Derek stopped. If Jude was anything like himself, he was going to help him no matter what he said. Finally getting to his feet, Derek handed Jude the lightest of the bags.

"I'm Derek. It's nice to meet you." Derek gave him a smile as he turned and continued walking up the stairs. "Yeah, I'm new. I'm in room 303. Thank you for helpin' me." He looked over his shoulder at Jude.

He finally made it to the third floor where he opened the door and walked into the kitchenette. With a heavy sigh, he sat the two bags down on the counter top. "Thank you again, Jude. It really means a lot."

Derek shook his head, "no, not a student. Actually I just turned in my application for NYU so hopefully I'll be able to get into their animal studies program. With my mutation I should get accepted." Derek fed a couple more pieces of the stale bread and tossed it out to those in the back. "And I'm movin' into the Co-op apartment by the end of the week so that's excitin' too."

"A dancer? Like...a dancer dancer or a dancer?" Either way for Derek, it was pretty cool. Max seemed like the type to enjoy parties and the such.

Derek slowly nodded his head. "Oh? That would b awesome. I actually met with Devon late last week at NYU. He set up a training session with Artair Hawke so I'm pretty excited about that. Would that be different than the private club you're talkin' about?"

Derek slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, that's the plan. To get myself in order, then start helping other people and animals." Derek continued type. He really hoped that he would be able to get in. Starting over here would show not only his family, but himself that he was able to pick up where he left off and thrive in a new environment.

"A lot," Derek chuckled without humor. He turned his attention toward Devon and moistened his lips. "Statics show that mutants down south are treated worse than what they are up here and out west. As one who lived in North Carolina, I was lucky that I didn't have an external mutations," one of the squirrels rested on top of Derek's shoulder as he talked, "different groups of people including the KKK are targeting mutants and doin' what they usual do with scarin' people," Derek sighed and shook his head. He turned his gaze down to his screen. "I don't know what's up with some people. What does it matter if someone is black or Hispanic or gay or a mutant? If they're not botherin' you, then leave them alone." This was a sensitive subject for him especially because he was all three.

"But, yes, I think shinin' a light on the cruelty of what is happenin'." Derek's accent for some reason got thicker when he became emotional. "Sorry about goin' on like that. Didn't mean to make things all...dramatic."

Slowly things started to conntect. "Wait, wait, wait. You're...you're from the Haven!" Derek exclaimed. "Wow! Okay," he let that set it. "I've always wanted to be apart of Haven, but it's only via invitation."

"Communicate? I don't know. It's a mixture of body language and just mutual understanding." Derek shrugged his shoulders. "You can manipulate the weather right? That's...amazing. I bet you could cure a draught in a matter of minutes."

Derek had seem the serpent humanoid slither into the bar. This was one of those moments where what he thought what was attractive had changed. From where Derek was sitting, the mutant that just entered the bar, was attractive. He couldn't decide whether it was his long snake-like hair, his tale, or his incredible body all around His nose was cute too.

He made sure to stop staring when he came to the bar. Instead, he turned his attention to the menu he was just handed. Derek knew that trying to talk to that guy would result in his humiliation. Taking a sip of the virgin, fruity drink that was placed in front of him, he picked up the menu and had a mental debate being getting the chicken wings or the cheeseburger and fries.

Derek was about to come to a decision when he heard a Russian accent. Maybe he wasn't talking to him? Derek slowly looked over at the guy that walked in earlier.

"Uh," Derek looked at his drink, then back at the other mutant as if he didn't know the answer already, "yes. I'm a few months short of being able to drink." He managed to answer. He could feel his face heat up so he turned back to his menu. The bartender came over and asked what he wanted to order if he was ready.

"I'll take the cheese burger with fries."

The bartender jotted down his order and went to put it in the kitchen window. Derek took another sip of his drink.