Facepalm (Wren)

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but he knew it definitely wasn’t raucous laughter. He knew, instinctively, that he should probably be offended – compared to things like, say, pasta manipulation, he thought he’d made out pretty well.

Then again, if he’d had pasta manipulation, he’d have free food for life, so maybe his power really was more useless than that…

Yeah, he really should have been offended, but he wasn’t, and after a poor attempt at biting down on his lip to stop the laughter from coming, it bubbled out of him and refused to stop. It was only when Dante mentioned movies that Wren sobered up. It might have very well been share-your-life-story-over-nacho-time, but that was one place he definitely was not going.

“If only there was an award for that,” Wren said wistfully, letting a small chuckle escape him again. “I mean, if you’re gonna be dragged out of your house, you should at least have a power that’s worthwhile.”

He hadn’t meant to sound that bitter. He looked down at the plate of nachos. There was one left.

“You can have that, if you want it,” he said, motioning to the plate. “I gotta go to class soon.” He turned, then, reaching behind him with long, muscled arms and gathering up his school bag. He stood up, hauled the bag over his broad shoulders, and re-adjusted his cap.

“I’ll see you around?” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Good luck with your history thing.”

[Dante Russo]

There was a part of Dante that was very pleased about Wren's laughhter. He kinda liked this guy, despite knowing next to nothing about him. The kid had a nice vibe. He was.. comfortable, and Dante couldn't say that about most people.

Dante was a little disappointed when he announced that he had a class to get to. "Have fun with that," he said sarcastically, and rolled his eyes when Wren wished him luck. "Dude, I'm so not finishing that," he laughed, shaking his head, "it's not worth the aneurysm." Seriously, it was going to take a while for this headache to fade. There was no way he could finish reading everything before tomorrow, even if he wanted to.

Dante lifted his hand briefly for a short wave goodbye before he shoved the last nacho into his mouth. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen Jo Jo in such a long time, or maybe he secretly felt horrible about he fight they were having right now-- but whatever he reason, he was actually, sort of, maybe looking forward to seeing Wren again. Dante furrowed his brow while he chewed, contemplating this weird feeling.

Maybe he should call Jo Jo again...