Open.

[zeronator]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: random locations in Central Park.
WHEN: August 20, early afternoon.
WARNINGS: Not anticipating anything.
SUMMARY: Heero's taking a walk and a breather after days of sitting in front of his computer. He has a book with him, and will be either walking or sitting with it on a bench. Come bother him.
FORMAT: Starting with para, but

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[more_surreal]

Calvin had gotten over his post-Other Mother trauma enough to go flying again- always high over the City though, and always using his stupendous eyesight to constantly scan the ground. Which was how he spotted his saviour and hero, Heero.

"Hey!" He said as he zipped to a landing in front of him. "Hey, Heero! Or Mister Yuy! Remember me? It's Calvin!"

[zeronator]

Heero looked up in faint surprise at the call-- there weren't many people in the City who knew him by that name, and then he registered the familiar voice seconds before the boy landed in front of him.

There was a beat of hesitation, but then his expression relaxed into something that might be a glimmer of a smile. "Calvin, I remember," he nodded. "And Heero's fine. I didn't know you could fly." Yep, that was pretty much the first thing he could think of to say.

[more_surreal]

He nodded enthusiastically, looking up at Heero with something close to adoration. "Yeah, that's what the Porter gave me! Flight, stupendous strength, and really good senses if I concentrate! Did you get anything cool when you came here, Heero?"

[zeronator]

Nothing in any of his intensive training really prepared him for dealing with hero-worship, but he managed to hide the small flicker of uncertainty he felt by sitting down on the grass. "Accelerated healing," he replied, glancing down at his hand. "Just that one that I know of. I'm not sure how 'cool' that is."

Something like humour crept into his voice as he went on, "Stupendous strength. Is that better than super strength?"