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Don't worry about it. I got some extra cash; we can stop by some hole in the wall before we head back. Get some of the good gyros and hummus.

If you're sure, I think it'd be faster if we just met at the beach?

Fair enough. I'm gonna pack up some stuff for Cheddar and head out in a minute.

See you soon!

[It's a nice night and he needs to get out, so it's nice that Clarence agrees to go with him. It's a little cooler on the shore, but he's brought a jacket and there's just something irresistibly invigorating about a quiet beach at night with nothing but the waves rolling in. An oddly comforting sense of being alone that makes his thoughts wander in a fluid way they'd never be in his room at home.

Elliott turns his back on the ocean with a soft, happy sigh and keeps an eye out for a familiar shadow against the lamplight.]

[Clarence is lucky that Cheddar is docile (or lazy) enough to allow himself to be carried wherever he wants to go, or else taking him outside would be too much of a hassle. But his cat was well-trained from before he was put up for adoption in the pet shop, so Clarence thanked his lucky stars.]

[Hurrying along with a large cat in his arms was a bit tiring, but it was worth it. Soon enough, he was racing along the walkway leading to the beach at large, catching a second wind upon seeing his friend looking his way. He smiled.]

Hey! Sorry for the wait! This lazy butt has to be hauled around like a medieval princess.

[He grins with a wave, then tucks it back into his jacket. Not expecting to run into much of anyone this late at the beach, he ditched his usual gloves and figured the dark would be cover enough as long as it didn't start glowing]

No problem. And hey, free strength training.

[He gives Cheddar an affectionate scritch]

I just needed to get out of the house I think, so thanks for coming with me.

[Clarence rolls his eyes, shifting his weight to handle Cheddar pressing up against Elliott's hand. Once the cat had his fill, he placed Cheddar down and clipped the lead to his harness, then Clarence straightened, resettling the light backpack over his shoulder.]

C'mon. Let's walk a bit.

[As they made their way down into the sand, he glanced sideways at his friend.]

Is there some reason you're so in need to get out? Seasonal depression hitting already?

[He shook his head with a smile]

No, nothing like that, just...

[He breathed a sigh, gesturing vaguely] I've been getting the sense that.. something is coming to an end. I don't know if it's because I'm turning 18 in a couple of months, or that all my friends are getting jobs and going to college, or because I'm Different and I'm not sure what it's going to be like by the time the next school year rolls around, but I know it's not gonna be the same as any other year. Just.. a lot, I guess.

[Yeah. He figured if anyone guy was cool with his mom, it was Elliott.]

Hmm. I don't try to think too much about that kind of stuff.

[Cheddar pawed at the sand, eyes blown huge as he frantically attacked the sandy beach. It was a far cry from the calm energy surrounding the teens.]

Or... not that I don't think about it, but I guess I usually try to place those feelings down in my sketch pad. Overwhelming things are easier to deal with when I can see them, even if they're just emotions.

[Elliott huffs a laugh]

I usually just drive myself crazy. But this helps, so thanks.

[He smiles down at Cheddar, content for a few moments to watch him play]

Do you think... we'll be okay in all this?

Guess everyone copes in their own way.

[Cheddar gladly rolled around in the sand, oblivious to the dark turn of their conversation.]

... What do you mean?

[He shrugged, a bit self-conscious]

I mean with the whole.. I don't know, everything that's happening. Our powers, Mr. Martin, those papers.. It feels like something is going to happen. That's kind of why I want to get us all together before it does.

You make it sound like someone is going to die.

[He smiles, a bit rueful]

No, I don't think anything like that will happen, just.. some things are going to change, probably.

[Clarence takes a deep breath and then squats down. His cat pads over to him and rubs his cheek against the offered hand.]

I mean... yeah. Things will change. I think we're kinda at that age where a lot of stuff changes. But being Different... I guess that makes things all the more noticable.

[Elliott glances off to the sea with a hum, allows himself to be mesmerized by the dark churn of the waves. Wishes briefly that he could be like them- eternally unchanging.

His breath catches on a moment's hesitation, fingers curling into his palms]

I... I applied to the Bureau..

[Clarence stopped petting Cheddar, straightening up to watch Elliott's profile.]

What do you mean you applied?

[He drops his head, heart hammering in his chest. His shoulders hunch]

I uh, they have jobs openings, so I... I just think I might be able to help keep the peace or something this way.

[Clarence's jaw drops for a moment, brows scrunching together in confusion.]

What? A job with the Bureau? But what would you do?

[He stops and rubs at his face.] Keep the peace, huh?

Er, well I applied to the medical services division. I have some healing ability, so I figured I could help there. Maybe learn some stuff, too.

[He shifts his feet]

I know some people will think I'm- I don't know, a sellout or something- but it's not true. I just think the only representative from the Bureau most of us have seen isn't really interested in diplomacy, seems like?

[Clarence hummed, his hand resting against his cheek as he continued to regard his friend.]

I guess it makes sense to use the abilities you have, the ones you can't really use anywhere else publicly, in the one place that you can use it.

But basically you're saying, you want to take the place of Mister Martin. Instead of dealing with that jerk, we'll have you to kind of be the go-between.

[It... wasn't an awful idea. But Clarence did wonder...] You think people are going to take you seriously? You're still a kid, and even when you turn eighteen, you'll still only be eighteen in the eyes of a lot of people.

[Elliott hesitates]

Well, no. Not exactly like that- not officially, anyway. Just.. I'd.. be part of both, so maybe I could just.. help smooth things out a bit.

[It hadn't been a fully ironed out idea- just a concept]

I really just want to keep everyone from fighting. Like.. maybe me being there will reassure the Bureau that not all the Different are against them, and reassure everyone else by showing them that the Bureau isn't.. treating me terribly or something. That maybe we can cooperate.

[And maybe he would become a bridge in some way if it all worked out.]

A show of good faith, I guess.

[Perfect cinnamon roll. Too good, too pure for this world. Jeez, if only The Onion could have known...]

[Clarence sighs.]

You're always trying to do stuff to help other people. It's... [He struggled to find the right words.] ... Look. It's a good idea. A nice gesture. Great intentions. But El, don't get disappointed if things don't work out quite how you want it to.

[Elliott held his breath, then slowly released it]

..What do you think might happen?

[He shrugs, reaching down to release the lead from the harness. He expected Cheddar wouldn't go far, and there wasn't really anyone else around that his cat might bother right now.]

I dunno. Maybe they won't hire you. Or maybe you will end up getting shunned by a lot of the other Different. Or maybe the Bureau will use you as a scapegoat later on.

You just can't trust anyone in authority. I guess I just mean to say is... keep your eyes open.

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