Maybe it would've been a little easier to believe and adjust to if he bothered to willingly have conversations with everyone else. But he was too anti-social and socially awkward to approach people himself or simply hand out information. Not that that was entirely his fault, either, considering he could count on one hand the amount of times his parents let him out of the house. Such little human interaction had seriously stunted his social growth.
He fiddled absently with the lines of his jeans, hands unable to stay still for even a moment. He was so used to building things. Not things like wooden things, or mechanical things. Not really. He was a self-taught self-proclaimed explosives expert. It was his parents' fault, really, for leaving him alone so often.
"Oh, right." He looked toward the noise of the others, trying to pick out the voice that matched the name and the power. "I remember him being particularly douchey."
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Date: 2014-06-18 12:42 am (UTC)He fiddled absently with the lines of his jeans, hands unable to stay still for even a moment. He was so used to building things. Not things like wooden things, or mechanical things. Not really. He was a self-taught self-proclaimed explosives expert. It was his parents' fault, really, for leaving him alone so often.
"Oh, right." He looked toward the noise of the others, trying to pick out the voice that matched the name and the power. "I remember him being particularly douchey."