Staring

He smiled, wondering why she had done that as well. "Odd part about my power is that it's not like my whole body is hot, but rather it's just my right hand. Thanks for the help though." Alastair wondered why he let her continue to soothe his eye as such.

He wanted to be silent and so Alastair willed himself to shut it for a couple seconds, thinking that to be silent is golden was truly a golden quotation. After a couple seconds of not talking, his eye was finally cooled down by both the rain and her touch, which made him hotter for some reason.

"Um, what's your power?" Alastair asked, his eyes constantly darting from the stars to her eyes. She made him smile and she was his first friend here, he didn't really know anyone here either.

Alastair smiled, "Nice!" He wished he could teleport himself from one place to another and shape shift, it would be so much more handy than having a hot hand. "A lot more useful than mine." Alastair looked at his hand and merely brushed through his thick brown hair.

"So what do you like to do on your free time, other than getting soaked by drizzle by strangers?" The teenager looked to the side towards her and away from the stars. Kyako was more interesting now then they were.

Rising, his eyes were constantly being assailed by his onslaught of raindrops falling on him. He smiled as she said that, "I'm more of the shy guy myself, and a bit of a klutz from what you saw back there. Different people bring different emotions out of me. I'm usually more of the interviewee."

Walking towards a building, which he had no idea it was the gym, Alastair started to answer her question. "I'm a bit of a sports guy, but soccer is really my only thing. Other than that I have no depth perception. I'm new here to the school so meeting someone and getting to know them makes this a lot better on me. I'm more of a book worm and stargazer. It just makes me appreciate the place a bit more."

Opening the door, he saw that the gym was completely empty, but the lights were still on and a couple people playing basketball treaded the court, sweat dripping like rain onto the floor.

Looking at her he shook his head wondering just how much energy he really had. The whole thing made him somewhat edgy, but whatever, she asked and what would he do if he said no, just sit there and talk more.

"Sure, why not. I'll get the ball." Grabbing a ball, he tossed it up and kicked it into a net. "Let's play the width of the court so we don't bump into them." The basketball players looked at him strangely when he mentioned soccer.

Tilting his head, the boy smiled and looked at one of the basketballs. "We should play a bit of basketball." Alastair drifted closer to her, picking up a basketball by her, "They're giving us odd looks." His eyes looked down, his hand lazily dribbling.

Passing her the ball Alastair smiled, "Ladies first." He quietly said staring at the ball. Smiling once he said, "No powers, ok?"