DarkSlayer
Resident Garlic Man
Aleksander
Popping his back, Aleksander stood from his bed and straightened what little wrinkles arose in his coat from laying down before quickening his stride to catch up to Kat. Either their roommate was going to catch up or he had free reign of the room, Aleksander didn't care much. Truthfully, all he really did care about was finding out more information about her and why he felt such a contrast so appealing as one question entered his mind: Is her line like mine...are we each other's anti-thesis? Such a thought was not one to be said aloud, just the implications it arose alone were enough, but it was still an intriguing thought, for such an intriguing girl.
"I apologize," Aleksander began, hoping to get back on topic. "before we were so rudely interrupted, I believe I asked you about where you come from?" He turned his head to her, watching as she bent and controlled light, illuminating and flashing her sneakers with what appeared to be little to no effort. He felt his features ease into a smile as he watched, fascinated by the light. He generally hated bright lights, the sun being the worst offender in this case, but he only found himself fascinated by the light Kat created. Maybe because it wasn't pure light? There was certainly enough purple to make it pleasing enough on his eyes...but that didn't feel like the right answer. He found he really needed to get a hold on his thoughts when he was around her, as they ran rampant. He forced his brain to slow down as he patiently awaited a response from Kat.
@Elara