The night was nice, peaceful even, it was another cool evening where he was glad for his uniform. It was warm, comfortable, It was one good thing to come with being brought into the negaverse. Tonight wasn't a night to gather energy, at least not at present. Tonight was a night to enjoy the city and the night, a night to travel and possibly let his thoughts wonder to plots. He'd let things just come to him tonight.

Moving across a roof top he leapt to the next one, glad for the short gap between the roofs. He didn't need to fall, he couldn't teleport and he couldn't handle that sort of landing. He was still human, even if he was faster and stronger than he'd previously been.

These were the last few nights he'd have free, that he could spend hours upon hours awake. School would start again soon and he'd need to work, not dally about enjoying himself, he'd have to work and then get home so he could make it to school on time. Thinking about that he sighed, as he leapt from one roof top to another. it was mildly depressing really, and he'd never disliked school before. But he found it....passe. It was mundane, ordinary when compared to this second live he had. Maybe he should take the advice from that blond haired agent, maybe he should slip out at night and find some sort of...life for himself? But with school that would be a problem, unless he combined things.

Stopping dead in his tracks, toward the middle of the roof top. "I'm really not looking forward to school...." Whispered to himself aloud. The sudden realization. The art classes didn't instrest him even. He could paint at home. He was fighting a war, he was doing something important. School lacked when it compared to this. But his parents...he couldn't drop out, he'd never be able to give a reason and he needed to finished school and college.