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[This particular café always had a bad habit of getting unruly right around two–– Which is why Corey's booking it before the rest of lunch rush could make studying a thousand times more impossible than it already is.

He hesitates, however, when he notices Luc. Someone else as frazzled by the crazy atmosphere as he is? A newcomer? Either way, the instinct to help kicks in quickly.]

Hey, all right there?

Edited 2014-02-28 07:02 (UTC)

-he rubs his temples and his hunched shoulders scream 'stay the hell away' so imagine Luc's surprise when someone actually stops him and asks if he's all right. Silently, he hopes that his own abilities would just...not work for once.-

Fine, fine.

-A sharp intake of breath and oh no, here we go again. Luc breathes through it as memories and so many different potential futures run through his mind. Lucky. This one could turn his powers on and off if he so wished-

I'm fine.

-though it sounds strained even to his ears-

[A blink, as Corey watches what looks like a marathon of stressors telegraphing through the other man's body language.]

...Convincing. Must be all of the 'I'm fines' while sounding like someone punched you in the gut. [The knot of concern in his brow (if anyone understands sensory and other kinds of environmental overwhelm, it's him) softens the snarkiness a little, but not by much.]

Long day is all.

-Luc pushes past him and goes in to queue up for at least some herbal tea to calm his nerves. It isn't often he ventures into populated places but when his supplies were running low, these adventures were necessary-

[Okay, clearly not interested in chatting. Not that being brushed off phases Corey that much, and especially not in this case where there's something strange about the one doing the brushing. It's only a flicker of feeling, but there's a sense of... recognition? He can't tell. The feeling's fuzzy and feels like it's being squashed through a muted filter, but it's there.

Righting the sagging textbooks under his arm, he trails after Luc.

If you're looking for food or something, there's a place nearby that isn't as... [reminiscent of a watering hole in Madagascar] crazy as this one. [A beat] I can show you, if you want.

[Supah smooth]

Edited 2014-02-28 08:23 (UTC)

Sinnah is on edge. It's been happening a lot more frequently of late. Often it's just little things, the headaches indicating that he needs to let off some steam or the hum of electrical appliances drowning out every other sound. Other times he just lost control and something exploded.

It had been the kettle this morning and that why he was here, grabbing a coffee before his shift in hopes that it would take the edge off.

Bad move. His head felt like it was ready to explode and he could hear each and every coffee machine, fridge, bean grinder and phone humming loudly, as well as each and every voice like nails on a chalk board. "Just shut up."

Luc had felt the strange crackle in the air but had originally attributed it to whatever storm was coming their way for the day. It wasn't until he felt the surge and another line added to the already chattering voices in his mind, that he realised it was from a newcomer. No matter how many years had passed, it was still strange jumping from his own shoes to someone else's shoes and witnessing a lifetime within a flash.

When he got close enough, he grabbed one of the tin cups and quickly pressed it into the fellow's hands.

"Here," he muttered under his breath, "and maybe you could use one of the bloody line corralling poles to discharge some of that energy into the ground, yeah?"

He avoided eye contact. Mostly because, he knew how people reacted to him saying things before anyone else said anything.

-Luc rubs his temple with his right hand, left hand shoved into the pocket of his coat. So many lives that are flashing before his eyes.-

I just wanted a tea.

-he sighs and rights his cap, pulling it low as if the wool would protect him somehow-

All right, where's this other place, then? Lines are shorter? Less crowded?

Sinnah doesn't even realise the man approaching him until there's a tin cup shoved into his hand and words muttered close to his ear. In fact, he's so oblivious to it, that he doesn't even realise he'd been spoken to until after the fact.

The distraction is enough though and while he still needs to discharge some of the built up energy, his focus on the man takes precedence in the forefront of his mind and he turns towards. "How did you know? Telepath?" He'd only even met one other telepathy and two other people like him, but then that didn't mean that no one else like them existed, did it?

"Not the important part right now, now is it?" Luc shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, making sure that whatever attention that wasn't necessary wasn't on the tattooed man. "Go on, whatever you need to do, before someone gets hurt."

He tries to non-nonchalantly pick up another tin cup and look it over. Made to look like a medieval stein, he'd wager. But Luc wasn't too interested in it. Luckily enough, psychometry didn't run in his blood.