Oh. Hey. (Rya)

[Wren O'Hara]

Even in the mountains of Vermont, it seemed like summer was trying to hang on for as long as possible, which was totally fine by Wren; he didn’t like trudging through snow, for starters, and he definitely didn’t like having to bundle up to jog.

So, in an attempt to enjoy what was probably the last vestige of warm weather for the year, he’d brought his lunch out to the lake and had proceeded to spread it out meticulously around him under the large tree. Unfortunately, Monday wasn’t nacho day – that was Thursday – so he’d grabbed three slices of pizza, one piece of cheese toast, an apple, and a can of grape soda from the cafeteria. It probably seemed like an obscene amount of food to an outsider (he could just imagine Yue’s face now), but he could always use the carbs.

You could never have too many carbs. Probably. Right?

After he’d arranged everything to his satisfaction, he lifted one of the pizza slices (pepperoni and extra cheese) to his mouth and bit down with relish. He savored for a moment, then reached for a nearby napkin.

The lake was usually more crowded on warm afternoons, but Wren wasn’t grudging the lack of company. A lot of clubs met on Mondays, and it was kind of nice to have lunch by himself – it didn’t happen often. He leaned back against the tree, making himself comfortable before he reached for his grape soda, which had condensed in the heat. He popped the tab open with a hiss and raised the can to his lips, but missed, and the first dribble of fizzy purple liquid rolled onto his t-shirt. He dabbed at it mindlessly.

Just then, of course, he made out the crunch of footsteps on the yard behind him. He turned, sheepish.

“Oh, hey,” he said.

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya wasn't trying to be quiet as she approached a familiar figure having a picnic near the Pond. Blonde hair was visible, and she knew the figure well, as she had seen it at numerous swim meets in the past. Wren. A competitor who had an interesting power, that made it so easy to irritate him, should she want to. Hydroinvisibility was an interesting power, but when the user hated when it was put into use, her power came in handy. Who knew being a Hydrokinetic could piss someone off so easily?

But despite the fact that she enjoyed getting under his skin, she also found him to be interesting company. He wasn't very confrontational, but she could get a few remarks out of him when she really tried. Sort of like 'working for a prize' sort of thing, she thought of it as. When he turned around, she noticed a small purple stain on the front of his shirt. She grinned. "What, you don't know where your mouth is anymore?"

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren recognized the brunette standing over him immediately, and he anticipated the quip a moment before it arrived. He smiled wryly at Rya and finished pawing at the fresh purple stain that had sunk into his t-shirt fabric.

He huffed out a small, good-natured sigh.

“It happens from time to time,” he said with mock solemnity, resting the can on the slightly uneven ground again with some care. Then, he slid his stuff out of the way, closer to the pond, so that she could sit if she wanted to.

There was a beat of silence.

“You can sit, if you want,” he told her; the edge of his lips quirked upward. “Did you just get out of class or what?”

[Aryana Darcy]

"I realize this," Rya said, and sat in the free space he left. Her eyes scanned the display before her, and her nose crinkled in disgust. Pizza lay scattered, with some...toast covered in... was that cheese? And an apple just for good measure. Rya may have loved carbs, but that was way too much for her to handle. The smell of grease and cheese wasn't overwhelming, but it was prominent. "Wren, I swear you somehow managed to get yourself knocked up and are with child with the way that you eat. Please tell me you'll name your precious little bundle after me?"

"I came from my Power's course. For once, I think I may be sick of water." With a annoyed sigh, she shifted in her seat. There were scattered rocks all around the pond, and she managed to sit right on top of one. How convenient.

"How about you? Did you rob a pizza shop while I was in class, or what?"

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren looked at her out of the corner of his vision; he had only just taken another bite of pizza at her words, and the cheese was dangling between his mouth and the piece of pie pitifully.

He severed the strands, chewed, and swallowed.

“That’s one theory,” he said with a smirk. “The pool and I have been going steady for years, now. It was only a matter of time.”

He practically inhaled the rest of the pizza slice, only pausing to wipe the sauce from the corners of his mouth. At her suggestion, he grinned.

“Only if it’s a boy,” he joked back.

He listened to Rya’s lamentations about powers training, which he could largely identify with. Wren couldn’t control his power at all, so training was frustrating for him; most all of his sessions involved him skinny dipping in a large tub and then trying to repeatedly will himself into existence.

“No,” he replied slyly to her quip about the pizza shop. “I just showed up at the cafeteria, and they gave it to me.”

He beamed at her innocently.

“You can have a piece, if you want. I had two protein bars after practice. The third slice was just in case.” He bit into the second slice with relish as he said this.

“Oh yeah,” he said, as though he’d just remembered something important. “Can I borrow your math textbook for the night? Mine got wet. I accidentally left my bag by the showers again.”

[Aryana Darcy]

"It will be the sexiest boy of it's generation," Rya mused, twirling her hair with her finger. "Oh, not because he would be your son, but because he would have my name."

He could use her math book any time he wanted to. It wasn't like she used it, anyway. It was usually on her desk for show, nothing more.

"Yeah, you can." She said, grabbing the extra slice of pizza and examining it with a look of distaste. It wasn't food, it was just a heart attack on soggy dough. She placed the pizza back down where it had been once before. "I think I'll pass on your offer, thanks."

"And if you get my book wet, then I swear I'll soak you from head to toe when I find you." Rya's tone was light and teasing, but she was serious. If there was one thing Wren hated, it was his inability to control his power. "Just thought I'd warn you."