With his duties for the semester over at Heropa University, Wells found that he had an abundance of free time that he had little idea how to use. Sure there was his work at the imPort cellular research lab with Raina, but that could only take up so many hours in a day. So he's been getting to work using the tech of this world to create the tech of his world. The technology of his time rather, as he finds many components often have decent substitutes even in these dead times.
However, as he's in his room ordering parts from online, he gets a mild prickling sensation that he can't quite explain. A feeling of being watched rather, and though he isn't skittish he does have a healthy sense of paranoia. One that tells him something is off around here.
Quietly he unlocks his desk drawer to pull out a small handgun, one kept in case of emergency use, and leaves his room with silent steps. Thankfully he has no roommates anymore, so there won't be a worry about any commotion if someone is robbing him and he decides to shoot them in the shoulder. However as he slowly steps into his living room, gun cocked and ready to shoot, he notices a top hat that can only distinctively belong to one man.
"Shade?" He asks as he enters the living room in full, seeing that it is indeed the man. He moves the gun down and behind his person, not shy about having it but not seeing a reason to use it anymore (he doubts he could even shoot him with his powers.)
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However, as he's in his room ordering parts from online, he gets a mild prickling sensation that he can't quite explain. A feeling of being watched rather, and though he isn't skittish he does have a healthy sense of paranoia. One that tells him something is off around here.
Quietly he unlocks his desk drawer to pull out a small handgun, one kept in case of emergency use, and leaves his room with silent steps. Thankfully he has no roommates anymore, so there won't be a worry about any commotion if someone is robbing him and he decides to shoot them in the shoulder. However as he slowly steps into his living room, gun cocked and ready to shoot, he notices a top hat that can only distinctively belong to one man.
"Shade?" He asks as he enters the living room in full, seeing that it is indeed the man. He moves the gun down and behind his person, not shy about having it but not seeing a reason to use it anymore (he doubts he could even shoot him with his powers.)