The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Peter looked a little surprised. "You're taking this surprisingly well." He saw the exasperated look on Joe's face. "You're not."Caitlin sighed "I'm not going to yell at you Peter....I just would have really expected something more grad from you....or at least had a ring or something.....but at least you two are sharing your feelings for eachother while you still with each other. Since the explosion and this team forming I seen its best to cherish those moments as they can be taken from you at any moment." She added.
Adelaide looked down at the dagger in her hands. It was as she had never holded on to one. "so...do I hold it like a kitchen knife?" She asked.
"You should not go looking for trouble Kaleb....expeshally...." she pauses and whispers to him "you being a mutant..." she quitely said.
He took it and showed her how to grip it. Or several ways she could. "It depends on what you want. It can be for cutting or stabbing."
"I don't give a fuck what people think about my being a mutant." He said with a shrug. "Well... a little but enough to stop me from doing what's right."