The train thunders up, the wind from it ruffling his hair, and he blinks at it, clearly startled. He gives it a good look and his brows fly up, and he looks left--Cottonball usually rides his shoulder, and he's relieved to see that she is, indeed, in her usual spot. She doesn't seem too bothered, either, though her eyes are currently closed against the rush of the train.
And then his expression turns somewhat irritated, but somewhat mischievous too, and he drawls loud enough for others to hear: "Did I get sorted into Hogwarts without my knowing?" His glance at Cottonball turns into a decisive smirk. "You're not an owl!
The bat just blinks at him calmly. She's used to his bullshit.
The Train
A need to board. That feeling makes Xander scowl--he's never been fond of compulsions. There's no overt forceful feeling that he can tell, but as an empath, he can tell that the impetus to get on the train isn't coming from him.
"You can make me get on you, you know, but you can't make me like it," he tells the smoking engine, matter-of-factly. But yes, he's still going to get on the train despite it all.
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Xander Woods | Open
The train thunders up, the wind from it ruffling his hair, and he blinks at it, clearly startled. He gives it a good look and his brows fly up, and he looks left--Cottonball usually rides his shoulder, and he's relieved to see that she is, indeed, in her usual spot. She doesn't seem too bothered, either, though her eyes are currently closed against the rush of the train.
And then his expression turns somewhat irritated, but somewhat mischievous too, and he drawls loud enough for others to hear: "Did I get sorted into Hogwarts without my knowing?" His glance at Cottonball turns into a decisive smirk. "You're not an owl!
The bat just blinks at him calmly. She's used to his bullshit.
The Train
A need to board. That feeling makes Xander scowl--he's never been fond of compulsions. There's no overt forceful feeling that he can tell, but as an empath, he can tell that the impetus to get on the train isn't coming from him.
"You can make me get on you, you know, but you can't make me like it," he tells the smoking engine, matter-of-factly. But yes, he's still going to get on the train despite it all.
wildcard
(Don't see anything you like here? Make your own! Roomies, I'll be coming at you shortly!)