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The sun was setting and hues of pink and orange splashed across the canvas that was the New York sky, like an abstract painting for all the world to see. Ty lay on the grass in nothing but a tee shirt, jeans, and his usual sneakers and green fingerless gloves. His red hair was strewn about him as he lay, arms behind his head, staring up at the sky.

His mind was restless, but right now...it was calm, despite the fact that there were what could only be described as gaps in his memory. Things he could remember doing, but not why he did them. It seemed like a huge chunk was missing. But as he lay there, none of that mattered.

A smile crossed his face, something he couldn't remember legitimately doing for some time now. Not on his own like this, anyway. He felt...relaxed. No one trying to kill him, no cop chases, no stress.

As the sunset faded to darkness, the ginger mutant stood to his feet, stretching and shaking the grass out of his hair as he did so.

"Yeah I don't meet new people that much, it seems. Not in here, I mean. Which is kinda weird when I think about it. Hmmm...I think I've heard the name Isabel here and there, though I can't say I met her. Syn though, I can tell you she is. Heck, she kinda brought me here." The details of that meeting though, Ty no longer remembered. All he knew was she'd showed him Sanctuary one day after telling him he was a mutant. Other details were just a blur.

"The other two though, I'm sorry but I've honestly never heard of 'em. I wish I could help," he murmured, going back to his food. Ty now felt a little bad; here she was, returning to Sanctuary after a long absence, and instead of finding her friends she got some random guy trying to make friends and being awkward. Then again, that was just his luck.

After a moment spent in silence, he looked up at her. "Glad you came back though; always nice to have another friendly face around," he said softly, not sure of what else to say.

Wasn't every day that Ty did breakfast. Heck, it was rare for Ty to wake up in time for breakfast. But today was just one of those days. He'd woken up early and couldn't get back to sleep. He didn't really know why, but he did. And, being hungry, he decided to go and check out this 'breakfast' that he had always managed to elude.

So, he'd donned a dark green shirt, pair of black jeans, and his classic black sneakers with green laces, topped off with a pair of black fingerless gloves, and headed to the kitchen. Tray in hand, he looked around the crowded room, and a thought came to him. He'd been at Sanctuary for somewhere close to eight months, and he knew next to no one. Usually, the psychometric wouldn't care, but today the thought occurred to him that maybe that bit of information had something to do with why he didn't have many friends.

Looking around, the young ginger found an almost-empty table. So, he started for the table. When he was almost to the chair, he stepped on his shoelace, falling backwards. He was able to slide his tray onto the table before he went down, saving his food. What he wasn't able to prevent was him falling on his backside.

Quickly, he forced himself to his feet and slid into the chair, looking at the girl across from him with a slightly red tint to his cheeks. So much for first impressions...

Okay, in all honesty, Ty being a gentleman was only part of why he let Noel go first. But mostly, though he'd never admit it, she was right. He hadn't had a tattoo the 'old-fashioned way' before. And to be honest, he thought it'd be a good idea to see it before having it done to him.

Now, Kiva was cleaning up and his time drew nearer as sweat began to bead on his forehead. Well...his time had come, and he had to be a man and bite the bullet. So, when she finished, Ty took his spot, removing his shirt as he did so.

Wait...he'd been shot at, beaten up, and dodged explosives regularly. Bitten by dogs, stared death straight in the face. So what was a tattoo?

Ty stayed low, flipping the hood of his jacket up to hide his bright red mop as he hid behind the chimney. Then, he heard Roach's voice, and looked over to see the bug. "You mean you...and...I'm...s***...." he muttered under his breath, surveying his surroundings. Okay he knew there were dumpsters in an alley below, but that was about as dangerous as staying up there and waiting for the gang to find him. But there was one thing he could do. It was risky, and also stupid, but there went nothing. First things first however.

The redhead looked at the roach. The mutant he'd seen as a mentor was looking more like some deranged bug who loved to see Ty squirm. And debatable was whether or not he wanted the thief dead. But nonetheless. Time to Santa Claus it outta here.

"You're an ass..." Ty grumbled before nimbly and quickly hoisting himself up and into the chimney, his back pressed against one side, and his feet against the other as he slowly shimmied down, mostly buying his time. Listening.

"Yeah, I know," Ty replied with a nervous chuckle. This did not seem to be going well, and he hadn't even started yet. "I...look, the last two times we met, it didn't exactly involve...good terms between us. I wasn't exactly myself." He drew out a long, nervous sigh. This definitely wasn't the post-cog's element, but hey, he did what he had to.

"I was stupid, and I realize that. I figured since I happened to run into you, now is just as good a time as any to apologize."