Trenton: *Narrowing his eyes, his tone becoming more stern Are you going to take the gloves or not, mate?
Fuchsia: *Scoffs I'm over it. *Turns to leave
*The brunet rolled his eyes at Adam's unusually firm tone and looked back at the boy, who had altogether dropped his smile to look at him seriously
*Fuchsia scowled at him. He looked at Trenton, who was closer to the girl. If he messed this up, Trenton was screwed. He swallowed hard.
*The brunet focused his energy. As he did, the lines on his arm began to reform. He inhaled deeply, and the air began to shift around the group. He could pick one, two people to suppress. And he focused all of his energy towards the girl freaking out at the kitchen counter. If it didn't work... well it couldn't get worse right?
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