You had a bad day.

Mal was, well, having a very very bad day. Other than bombing a test, and getting into a shouting match with some stranger, the downpour he got stuck in and today. This day, is the anniversary of the Incident, it had been three years since that day and he felt miserable.

Mal went to the library, he liked libraries they were quiet and sparsely populated and there were wonderful, wonderful books. With a heavy heart he walked through the aisles, deciding to look at the movies this library had, since it seemed like he had them all, movies were one of his guilty pleasures, they always had a way of making him feel better. The ambiance of the library was not making him feel better, but it made him feel alone, probably a harder way to go against his troubles than anything else.

Mal was in a bit of a haze, emotions ringing in his head. Idly looking at the movies in a state somewhere between conscious and unconscious, that was sadness for Mal.

And he was partially snapped out of it, as a timid girl approached him and spoke to him. Mal would turn to her, a half smile on his face, "Oh yeah, I'm-" Alright, that's how that was going to go, it was default answer for when he was feeling down. But she said something rather strange.

He'd blink a few times, trying to register what she said as a blush would appear on her face, "Did you say taste?"

@Nightstripe It's alright, I got patience.

Mal was starting to understand the concept a bit, she tasted, well emotions it seemed. He'd rub his neck a bit, diverting his eyes to the ground, "So a kind of emotion sense then? I suppose that brings a different meaning to diverse palate."

His face would contort a bit, mulling over what to say, "It's just, a really bad day, an anniversary of sorts of a terrible event." His eyes would take a bit of a hollow feel to it, falling back to the events of that day. Giving a light sigh Mal would shake the emotions off his face, turning his head back up to Emily.

Mal would close his eyes, giving a slight nod as he focuses silently. He'd always practice controlling his emotions, so his powers never got out of hand along with them, he still had flub ups here and there, his cat appearing when he's lonely or rose petals falling from him when he's excited. But this girl had an emotion sense, so he was causing her troubles, he'd start containing his pain, keeping his grief and sadness back.

He'd give a soft smile when he opened his eyes, and spoke a bit kinder seeing as she seemed the skiddish sort, "I'm, uh, not to sure. If you're wanting to help, I suppose I can let you." It might have sounded a little off, but he wanted to feel a better, he wanted to have company as well, why not talk with an empath.

"It's a pleasure Emily, my name is Malvoes."

Mal would give a bit of a sigh, maybe it'd be helpful instead of just stewing in his own misery.

"I suppose so, if you're alright with listening to me. Perhaps we should take a seat though."

He'd take a moment and look around, trying to find a place for them to sit quietly and talk in moderate seclusion. He could see a spot in back of the library with a few soft chairs in a half circle.

"How about there?" He'd motion to the spot he was referring to.