Let's Show You Around (Angel)

It really wouldn't take long for the two to spot each other. As Lewis had noticed earlier, the school was practically empty and it was easy to tell who was waiting for someone they knew, and who was waiting to meet someone new. He was part of the latter category, and so was Angel.

His glowing eyes had eventually caught a figure that matched what he had had described to him, though the wings weren't out. This was more than likely thanks to the fact they were indoors; Lewis highly doubted having wings sprawled open in hallways was not a very comfortable thing. With his pupils nearly matching the sclera of his eyes, it was hard for others to tell exactly where Lewis was looking, but his steady pace towards the other would help show his focus was on her. His eyes looked her up and down, seeing if there was anything else he could gleam from her. He noted her fashion most of all, a very casual outfit. It made him less self conscious about his decision of clothing. He also noted that, yes, in fact she did look like an angel and it wasn't just a play on words. An angel and a devil were going to be touring the school together. How very clever of the school.

"It's Lewis, actually. Lu is just shorthand. Both work though, honestly. Whichever" he answered, returning her bow with a small nod of his head. "The name rings a bell, a pleasure to meet you Angel" As the words came from his mouth, the same yellowish glow from his eyes could be seen from the back of his throat, a sign of the fire inside of him. His words were followed with another small nod as she stated her hopes of being a fun guide.

As she offered him a snack, Lewis raised a hand up and another over his stomach. "I appreciate that, but I've already eaten and I'm on a pretty set diet. I apologies" The thoughts of the treats came and went to him however as she asked him about himself. His whispy tail flicked back and forth in thought for a moment before glancing down the halls. "Could we walk and talk? I think better when I'm moving" When a direction was chosen to go, Lewis bounced a little on his toes and followed the other. "There isn't much to say about myself really. Um, I took up boxing and long distance running as a kid and haven't stopped since, that's about the most interesting thing I can think of" His words were followed with a small pause, clearly thinking of what he could say about himself. That really wasn't his strong suit, he really wasn't a fan of talking about himself.

"Uh, knowing about the school would be cool. Or what brought you to the school. I understand you're one of the top students in their last year?"

Lewis really wasn't the type of person to talk about himself. He was also not the type to understand those who did. To him, talking about oneself was either a sign of a large ego, a want for recognition, a need for validation, or just utter naivety. Though those thoughts of those who talked about themselves resided in Lewis' mind, so too did his fathers words. Just not lest ye be judged[/b]. Sure it may have sprouted from the religious rhetoric of his growing up, but it was a saying Lewis lived by. It wasn't his place to judge others, even if he didn't see the need to talk about oneself. That didn't mean that he didn't need to be slightly put off by the exchange.

Angel had described a lot of things about herself and divulged a lot of things Lewis would not have done himself to someone he had just met. Not only were some of the things she talked about seemingly tooting her own horn, but some of it seemed out of place and unneeded. He doubted he needed to know she had a fiance, let alone one that was goth. Was that really necessary? Not to mention, if she was a third year student, that made her, what? Seventeen or eighteen? And she was getting married already? And she owned an orphanage? There was just a lot to take in, and a lot of things he figured he probably hadn't needed to know.

"Exercise" His reply had been a little plain. She seemed genuinely nice and eager to learn about him, which was why she was probably so open about herself. While Lewis could appreciate that, he really didn't have much to say. He was plain and simple. There were only a few things in life he really would go out of his way to say that he liked, and to him, they were so self-explanatory that they didn't need to be expanded upon. He liked spending his time working out, running, boxing, most anything that revolved around staying fit. Anything to occupy his mind away from his thoughts.

Lewis was never a fan of being alone with his thoughts, and despite that, he was usually quite quiet. It was seemingly another side of the coin that was himself and Angel. She was very talkative, at least from the few moments that Lewis had now known her for. She was also very detailed in her talking. A lot of people, when they talked and talked and talked, often just rambled. Angel was at least more detailed in her speech, but that still didn't change Lewis' perception that there was a lot she added that didn't need to be stated. Sure many things, like Fort Slog and the sports events, may have came up later and this was just nipping them in the butt ahead of time, but to Lewis, they were things that could have waited.

Despite the building being so large, it didn't seem like there was much walking to be done. Perhaps that was just because of the constant conversation that was going on, perhaps it was something else.

Their walking halted for a second as she spoke once more. Again, to Lewis, divulging more than she needed to. "Huh" was all that escaped his mouth as she explained her childhood and starting an orphanage. Again, was she trying to impress him, big up her own accomplishments, rub it in his face that she apparently had boundless sums of money to have started up such a foundation, garner sympathy for her life? A lot of what she said seemed to be coming from differing avenues, and while, again, Lewis was sure she was just explaining what she thought she needed to explain, Lewis figured he could have done without about half of it. With that thought in his head however, it was good to hear her end goal. "Light at the end of the tunnel, I suppose" Lewis commented at the end of her story, giving a small nod.

As she opened followed her speech up with opening the doors to a gym, claiming it was a boring room, Lewis' unnoticeable pupils darted around the room, taking in everything it could. "Are the open daily? At all times?" Lewis had been simple in his retort earlier, but it was true. His big passion was exercise, and if there was a place to do so that the school funded, he'd be there almost every moment he could be. "Not boring at all. Good chance to improve oneself; always better than the day before"

Lewis wandered the gym as Angel spoke, taking in her words on training and the gym. He fully understood where she was coming from in her approach to training. A lot of combat sports couldn't properly be trained for as a solo exercise, and Lewis figured that must have been much the same for hero work as well. There was likely little to no benefit to solely focusing on yourself when you needed to learn how to deal with threats. That said however, just regular every day exercise and training was something Lewis enjoyed in solidarity. Listening to some music or motivational speeches while focused on making gains was a great way to spend a day in Lewis' mind.

He nodded to her explanation of the timeframe for the gym. "Sparring's fun" Another short comment, but he still didn't feel like he had much to say. To him, he really didn't need to speak if there was nothing to say. Words, as fleeting as they could be, could leave an unintended mark. True, this was probably a scenario where that wouldn't happen, but it was best to air on the side of caution.

Her words that followed did indeed make Lewis think, and a thoughtful look came to his face. As he thought, he reached into a pocket, pulled out a hair tie, and fixed his hair back into a ponytail. The long hair was pulled tightly back, and Lewis contemplated her words. He had thought of that before; why he wanted to be a hero. Despite the world around him and the people who not only distrusted quirks, but also leered at him for how he looked, his parents' belief in him never faltered. They loved him unconditionally, were so proud of who he was, and supported every decision that he made. Sure they had made comments about how they were positive Lewis had been sent to them by the Lord himself, and was someone sent to absolve people of their sins, but they never forced that upon him. As much as they wanted to believe that, they knew Lewis' path was his own to make. And really, that was why he wanted to be a hero. To prove his parents they were right; to show them their belief in him wasn't misplaced. Maybe he wouldn't be able to absolve people of their sins (how could you even do that?) but perhaps he could help those in need. Maybe he could help people doing bad deeds see the error of their ways.

"If I could help people see the errors of their ways...Absolve them of their misdeeds, their sins, so to speak, I would like to do that" He had actually responded and answered her relatively quickly compared to the rest of the conversations thus far. Perhaps it was a bit of a zealous ideal to hold. Maybe it came off a little righteous, but that was how Lewis had been raised. He wasn't sure how he could absolve people of their misdeeds, and maybe he should have became a lawyer instead, but maybe being a hero could help. He wasn't looking to be some sort of messiah-figure, but if he could guide people down their correct path, whatever that might be, Lewis felt like that would be a massive win.

Perhaps he had shared too much however. He really didn't like talking about himself or his own plans, so sharing such a detail seemed counterproductive to him. It really wasn't important, so Lewis thought. Just wanting to be a hero should be reason enough to become a hero. Any other reason would just be filler, so explaining it was just sharing personal information.

The thoughts persisted as they continued on and into the Support room. Once more he listened to her words and thought on them. He really couldn't see a use for any gear or items for himself. His current idea for a suit, so to speak, was just a pair of boxing trunks. The less cloths meant that Lewis' body could breathe more. While he himself didn't overheat, his body did heat up, and that could lead to things around him burning or melting. The less cloths meant more heat could escape and wasn't concentrated on just a few locations.

He did take a few moments to look at all the intricate items in the shop, before following Angel once more. He gave a nod to her clubs comment and added a mental note to the martial arts part. Perhaps he could find someone there to spar with, maybe another boxer if he was lucky.

While Lewis had his own eating habits and diet, he paid very little attention to how others ate. Everyone had different metabolisms, and given the world they lived in, there were people who probably needed very specific meal plans. So how many sweets that Angel was eating didn't bother the devil child at all. And when she asked him if he had another additional questions for her, he shook his head. She had pretty much told him her entire life story without even being asked about it, so there really wasn't much Lewis could think to ask her about. Given how chatty she was as well, Lewis was sure if there was something important that he forgot to ask about that she would mention it. Maybe he could ask her if she was always so upfront with telling her life story to complete strangers? But would that be a rude thing to ask? The last thing Lewis wanted to do was be rude.

"Not that I can think of, sorry" He did feel a tinge of regret. She was being very polite and conversing a lot, but he hadn't had much to say. That was just who he was though, he never really was much of a talker. It did make for moments like this a little tenuous and awkward, honestly.

Perhaps she thought he was rude, given how lopsided their conversations had been. While they had been dominated by her, it simply was for the fact Lewis had nothing to add or so. He truly wasn't trying to be rude, but if he felt there was nothing to say, then it would be pointless to speak. Not to mention some of the questions she asked didn't seem to warrant an extensively large reply. If he had nothing to say, he would say nothing.

He gave a little laugh as she asked him some more questions, specifically at the glow in the dark part. "I guess I kind of do, glow in the dark that is. Uh, outside of the appearance, I can breath fire and regulate my body temperature with ease. The fire leads to a light, so to speak, inside of me. Maybe you saw it when I talked? My eyes kind of glow too" As the teenager talked, the glow he mentioned would be seen coming from the back of his throat. There was a constant fire burning within him, and even his yellow eyes seemed to have a bit of fire to them as the glowed with the same faint aura. He thought a bit on her comments about a hero costume and he mentally shrugged. "All my cloths are fire proof already, parents made sure of that. I was just planning on wearing that stuff" He really hadn't ever thought about a costume. The comment about exposed skin made sense, and while his body did need to expel heat more often, he was sure he could train himself to better regulate that sort of thing.

He listened carefully to her comments about beliefs and all he could give in response was a nod. He never intended to shove his beliefs into anyones faces, so to speak. He was under the impression everyone was entitled to their own thoughts and beliefs and it wasn't his job to change peoples minds. Really, his beliefs were there to guide him in his path of life. Other could follow whatever they wanted to follow.

He thought on her suggestion of being a night time hero, and gave a little laugh at the suggestion of scaring the villains. "Perhaps, but if any regular person is out at night, I'm sure they'd also get scared" It was a good suggestion though. While he didn't have night-vision, his faint glowing eyes did somewhat help his vision at night. His quirk also seemed to keep mutating as he aged, so perhaps he would eventually get something in that sense, or like she suggested, maybe support could make him something. "I'll keep it in mind though"

The two soon made it to the cafeteria and Lewis took in her words and the sight. It was good the school would cater to the needs of the students. He figured some probably had very restrictive diets, or like she said, allergies. He was lucky he didn't have either, but he had set himself up on a set diet as it was already. He was sure the school would have foods that would fall in line with his meal sets however.

"Hmm, not really, no. They're all pretty cool" He had never really thought of it. The heroes and vigilantes that were out and about were all neat in their own ways. None of them really stuck out to him as a favourite.

She had given him ample time to explore and he went to the doorway and looked down the halls. "Classrooms next?"