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[u]Ben[/u]

[i]Bzzzzt[/i]

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[i]Bzzzzt[/i]

Ben took off his glasses for a moment and looked to the little electronic device that had buzzed for a moment. He was currenty at the cafe, doing what any other idiot in school he was in that he shouldnt be in. This activity consisted of staying up for thirty six hours straight, having the largest coffee available, and being in the general area of a supply of said coffee with all of the study materials required to struggle through the next test with a mid B-that-should-be-an-A-because-of-effort. He cursed his average mental state and the average educational upbringing that put him on par with just about every other American in the USA. Why couldn't he have pushed himself to be a frickin' mathamatician or something?

Oh yeah, because he didnt know his wife would force him to take Pink here. He was sure she wouldn't actually hold up to that threat, but she had somehow convinced him getting a college degree would be useful use of his time and their money. How Claire did that he had not a single clue. Plus, Pink would be a legal adult soon. Hell he already let her have beer around the house (the Bud Light, nothing a heavyweight like himself could take). He quickly read over the text. Something about being on the East island or something from Pink. He grasped his phone in one of his huge hands and quickly typed a quick '[i]Okay, stay safe.[/i]' in response as to let her know that he recieved the text and was okay with her being wherever she was. He didn't get to enjoy his power as much or as often and Pink did, hell the most useful thing he did with it on a regular basis was to make a quick charcoal pencil when his normal once broke, which happened semi often. That and charcoal looked fickin' cool in drawings.

He looked up when a few girls approached him, pretty ones, probably about nineteen, maybe eighteen. He didnt know, as most girls ended up looking around the same in their late teens to early twenties. The first one was all legs with a pretty face. The other had more of an hour glass figure. Nothing to be ashamed of in either case. They approached, and asked about what he was studying. He lifted up his textbook to show them. The nice "Math 101: Liberal Arts" label shined at the girls with it's reflective surface. They nodded, recognizing him as a college freshman. They began making small talk, saying something about a teacher hosting a Jungle adventure of some sort. Sounded like fun. They then asked why he wasnt saying anything. He flustered, patting down his body before pulling out a whiteboard and a rag from the sleeve he had sewn into the inside of his leather jacket. He then pulled out a dry erase marker from his pocket and wrote the word 'Mute' in big letters. The girls 'Ooooh'd ' at this, and began asking question, which Ben tried to answer, frantically writing and erasing to try and keep up with their questions. Eventually he began going some weird signs with his hands. Then he pointed to his ring. Truth be told, he had no idea what he had said. It was probably something like "Papaya Ostrich Blowjob" or something along those lines, but it had the desired effect and the girls left soon after that. His wife would kill him if she heard that thought. It was somewhat nice to not be in the vicinity of a mind reading meta human, who insisted bad thought language was to be banned in their household.

Frickin' Black Fall effect.

He closed his book, deciding he was probably not going to be getting much more done and needed a break. Plus he didnt have class tomorrow and there was no way he was going to get any sleep after drinking that huge coffee. He signed and pulled up his phone to text Pink.

'[i]Hey, overheard some girls talking about some jungle adventure thing. You in?[/i]'