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Benito Almodóvar-Cruz (rp account for thegiftedrpg. must be 18+ to follow)

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Bradley just wanted a good fucking burger and he knew that Mama’s diner is what delivered consistently throughout his childhood for exactly that. The burger came fairly quickly with thick-cut golden french fries drizzled in ketchup and if food boners were a thing, brad’s would’ve been a mile long because as soon as he took a bite from the fries, it was just exactly what he remembered. He finished a single fry before he felt this strong pressure against his shoulders until he heard a kind remark causing the man to relax his tense shoulders, fists releasing from readying to turn around to fight, if need be.

Spinning around in his chair until his eyes met with Benito, he totally forgot about the fucking sexy latin boy that he fucked while showcasing the town to him. “Holy shit, Benito.” What a pleasant surprise this had been.

“Yeah, I think the last time I saw you was right before you decided to move to town.” He smiled, knowing that Brad was one of the very reasons why it happened, the professional dancer had been one of his harder conversions. “Yep. I was living in California at the time outside of the world and doing it part-time when it made sense. My Dad retired and Adelaide asked me to come back to town and I can’t tell her now. So here, I am. But wow, you’re looking the same, Benny.” Bringing a hand playfully to the other’s chest and lifting one of the other’s titties quickly feeling how firm it had been with muscle. “Yep, just as I remember.”

Benito smirked, remembering just how their previous encounter had gone. Hopefully, this one would lead to something similar, he was off soon and could follow Bradley wherever they needed to go. Benny would love to close out the night with some much needed release. He was carrying tension from the busy day. 

“I’m glad you seem happy to see me, ‘mano,” he said with a soft laugh, setting his cigarettes down on the counter in front of them. “I was gonna head out for a smoke, but couldn’t pass up talking to you. It’s been way too long.” 

He grinned, shaking his head when the other commented on his looks, swatting his hand away playfully when he moved to touch his chest. “Ah. Ah. No. My pecs aren’t on the menu...”

Benny broke into another laugh, leaning forward, “Who am I kidding? I think we both know I have a hard time turning you down. You’re just so freakin’ dreamy.” 

He ran a hand up Bradley’s arm, letting it settle against his bicep and squeezing a little. “And that is just how I remember, dude. Good to know you’ve still got killer guns. You sure that isn’t your superpower?” 

“Do you mind sticking around a bit? I can hang with you when my shift is done in a few. Then we can really catch up.” 

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He was glistening with sweat, and not for the obvious reason that he had spent most of the day partying, dancing to his heart’s content. No. Benito was dealing with the effects of the lotus fountain. He had opted out of going on the journey at last year’s celebration, too afraid to partake, but he figured he could do it this year. What was the harm?

So far he hadn’t seen any of his ancestors, but he had seen a variety of technicolor beasts dancing around the large bonfire with him. He was spinning, twirling around the flames, grinning like a madman, his dance shirt long lost, reveling in the feeling of the night air against his sweaty chest. Everything felt heightened. For once his other senses overtook that of his hearing. 

“Dance with me!” He called out, rushing to whoever was closest and grabbing him by the wrist, pulling him in toward him. “Can’t you feel that, man? It’s like I can taste colors, and I breathe music.” He was still dancing about, laughing at nothing in particular. He was about to go on a tangent about everything he was feeling when he squinted at the other, furrowing his brows, his head cocking in confusion. “Abuelo?” The other person no longer looked how they did a second ago, instead Benny was seeing his long dead grandfather, someone he hadn’t seen since he was a kid. “What are you doing in Santuario? is mami with you?” He wrapped him in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go, not realizing that it was not actually his grandfather he was hugging. 

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— benito was far too excited about this exchange. for most, their power was a unique identifier, something that set them apart. he’d met plenty of gifted who didn’t exactly like sharing their powers with someone else. still, benito’s exictement was refreshing, and the guy was just handsome enough that romeo was willing to indulge him for a bit. he sighs, shaking his head as he pulls one of his gloves off to fully absorb the power.

“don’t make it weird,” he comments sternly, wrapping his hand around benito’s wrist. he can feel the power surging within him, and he gets flashes of memories, blurry images he can’t place. “god, i never get used to that,” he breathes out, rolling his shoulders and dropping to a crouch. hands placed on the ground below, it begins to rumble, not quite as strongly as benito, but enough that the floor beneath trembles under the power. “see? no ass-shaking required.”

“Ah yes, haven’t had a dude touch my wrist in such a long time,” he said, feigning a husky tone to his voice, laughing immediately. “Had to, man. Once you call it weird, it becomes weird. It’s the rules.” Benny shook his head and retracted his arm, watching the other as he absorbed his power. He hoped a lesson in control would come from this experience, aside from having someone understand what it was he had to deal with. 

Benito held himself steady, bracing himself as to not fall, as he made the ground shake underneath them. He crossed his arms, nodding his head in approval, “Alright, gotta say I wouldn’t mind seeing you shake that ass though. How’s the hearing, bro? Not driving you crazy?”

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— he cocks a brow when the man begins to dance. he didn’t expect a performance, rather amused by the display, until his foot meets the ground, and romeo has to ground himself before he trips. it was impressive, how this performed his abilities. “well, i doubt i could do that, but i don’t think your power really requires it,” there were many who channeled their abilities in unique ways, and he couldn’t knock benito for finding his own way.

“control is relative, it depends on the person instead of the ability,” he smirks, arms crossed over his chest. “besides, i don’t take the full extent of your power, just enough to be effective,” he raises a brow at the shorter male. “you know, you could probably learn to control your hearing, doesn’t have to be this way forever.”

“What if I told you it does, man?” Benito asked, laughing softly, his shoulders shrugging. “I’d like to see you move, I’m sure you’ve got something.” He stepped closer, his hands going to his hips, his head cocking to the side. “D’ya think your power could absorb some of my dancing? Or is it just powers? If you could take people’s talents you could make bank.” 

He listened to him, nodding as he spoke, his eyes squinting as he thought of what he would do with his ability if he had it. He’d probably try to avoid anyone with worse powers than him, that’s for sure. Maybe find someone that would help with the hearing issue. 

“So, it won’t annoy you as bad, got it. Sounds like a good deal for you, bro.” He chuckled at the next bit, “Yea, I’ve tried. Haven’t had much luck yet. Plus, it’s kind of overwhelming to try to train, you know?” 

Benito stepped a couple steps closer, holding out his arm to the other, “So, you gonna show me or what, man? I want to see how this thing works. Touch me.”

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[Text]: you can knock into me again if you want, dude. haha as long as you make it up to me like this.

[Text]: You look good as hell

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[Text]: I don’t know who this is but congrats dude 👌

[Text]: wasn’t expecting on getting something like this but it made my break more fun

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      Training was pretty much all Lucas knew. Or, well, it was all he really wanted any more. It provided a more than ample distraction for whatever was bothering him that day, gave him an opportunity to just stop thinking, and instead focus on the task at hand. Better than leaving his mind to wander. But there was only so much time a man could spend cooped up in one of the training rooms at the Academy without going insane, although this… Might be worse. Actually it was definitely worse. Who in their right mind liked these sorts of places? Eyes shifted around the mall, distinctly aware of how out of place he suddenly felt.

      “Who even liked the 80′s?” The word’s were a soft grumble below his breath as he turned, trying to spot somewhere to just sit, inadvertantly walking directly in to the person behind him. “Shi-Sorry, wasn’t really lookin’.”

Paradise Plaza Mall was one of the more fun places in Santuario, even if it was at times, too loud, in a way that most places weren’t. It was as if sound came from all directions, some of the voices had an eerie feeling, something Benito couldn’t quite place. He tried to avoid it on his bad days, not being able to withstand the noisiness if his hearing was too sensitive. 

Thankfully, his supersonic hearing was at a tolerable level, so he was able to make a trip down to the mall, to play games at the arcade. He could spend hours at the arcade, Dance Dance Revolution was his favorite. 

After tiring himself out at the arcade, he decided that going to the food court was the best course of action. He needed to refuel his tank if he was going to smoke more people at the game. That’s when someone bumped into him, the collision catching him off guard. He fall back with a harsh thud, the vibration of the impact becoming more intense and causing the ground to tremble beneath them for a few seconds. 

“Coño,” he uttered out, taking off his headphones and looking up at the man that crashed into him. “Does no one around here notice other people?” Benito stood up, dusting himself off, and shaking his head. “I almost died once this week, guess this isn’t as bad, but still. You should really watch where you’re going, man. I’m just tryin’ to get some Chinese food in peace, I don’t want to scuff up my shoes, or make this place shake by accident.”

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Now that Bradley had been back in town for well over a week, it was becoming more and more evident that a lot of his decisions from his past were bubbling back up to the surface both good and bad. The people he bullied as a teenager, flings he found attractive on the road, dealing with the aftermath of breakups, it reminded him why he had decided to leave town to begin with. Ideas and issues that helped almost an entire decade ago, still haunted the man. As he needed a break, the man headed to mama’s dinner for some fries, sitting at the counter instead of the booth, eyes really scoping out what they had and if anything changed in the past twelve years, after a quick glance, it didn’t seem like it had.

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It had been a busy day at the diner, Benito and the staff swamped with orders. Thankfully, Benny liked to cook, and he had his music to aid him through it all. He would’ve lost his mind otherwise. He was pretty sure there was a thick layer of grease all over him, just from how long he had been over the stove and fryers, making all the food. 

Benito needed a break, and that’s what he was going to get. As soon as things slowed down a bit, he took off his apron, and hairnet and made his way to the front of the establishment. 

He was going to go out for a smoke when he saw someone he wasn’t expecting to see, the very man that was the reason for his living here. Bradley Murray. He made his way over to him, sneaking up behind him and placing his hands on his shoulders, squeezing affectionately. “My man!”

Benny let go, and moved to sit next him, smiling widely. “I haven’t seen you in forever, bro! How have you been? Are you still doing the whole scouting thing? Bringing more weirdos to this town, huh?”

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Not that Theo was selfish, but to see the diner void of people was certainly one of the good nights. Though if he remembered correctly, he did hear about Dr. Powell celebrating his birthday or something and they were most likely racing each other to who gets cardiac arrest first by chowing down on platter after platter of Mama’ fries in the comfort of their pantry ——– or maybe they don’t share Theodore’s own views of the pleasant afterlife. Whatever was happening, he took his victory and took one of the chairs by the diner bar and plucked a menu out of the rack for him to sift through ——— all until he saw a familiar face that barged out of the kitchen. Benito’s on shift on a good night—now that’s a good afterlife fantasy too. But not for long.

“So,” Theo huffed, setting the menu down before he slumped his shoulders and leaned over the counter like he was keening onto some kind of secret between the two of them. “——— what is like, the most most tedious thing that the diner has to offer?”

It was late in the evening, and after a long day of cooking over the hot stove, Benito’s shift was coming to an end. He had his headphones on, flipping burgers, and grilling chicken, whatever he needed to make for the orders that came in. He had help, of course, but he liked to make sure everything came out as close to perfect as possible. He couldn’t have people thinking he wasn’t a good cook, his parents would be ashamed. They had taught him all he knew. He picked up things during his time working at the diner too, but most of his knowledge of the kitchen came from his childhood. 

He peeked out through the front, wanting to see if anyone had come through, usually things got slow at this time of night, and saw a familiar face. His features lit up, and he lowered his headphones, letting them rest on his neck. He was glad that the place was empty, there was less sound that way. Benito could enjoy a conversation with Theo, without having to try too hard to tune everything else out. 

Benito made his way over to the counter, leaning over it with a smile, “What’s up, homeboy?” Theo had come to the diner enough times that he felt like he knew him. His smile faded momentarily, his body straightening up, shaking his head at the question he asked. He couldn’t help but laugh, his arms crossing across his chest. “Tedious? I don’t know, man. Most of this stuff isn’t that hard to make. It’s pretty basic stuff.” 

He leaned over the counter again, “Besides, why are we acting like you’re not just going to order chicken fingers again, my man? They’re hot in the back. They’re calling your name, Theo. And that’s not my super hearing talking.” 

Benito chuckled, “You gotta let me show you some better chicken someday though. Have you ever had some chicharrones de pollo? My mama taught me how to make ‘em. They’re the best. Better than any chicken finger could hope to be in its tender, crispy life.” 

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— there were very few people romeo didn’t recognize. he’d lived in santuario his whole life, and he helped out at STEM, so even if he hadn’t met every one of the many residents that came and went, he at least vaguely knew of them. “bro?” he laughs, gently tossing his weapon in the air, catching it with grace and ease. “well, bro, i can’t necessarily train without touching you, at least… not with my power,”

he was teasing, of course, keeping a playful but distant stance. “i can absorb powers,” he left out the pair about lacking finesse, he didn’t want to go toting that he hadn’t honed it yet. “but naturally, in the absence of a source, i train with weapons.” he offers a nod. “what about you? what can you do?”

He looked taken aback by the mention of having to touch him to activate his abilities, his eyebrows raising. Benito had no idea what power he could possibly have that would require touching, but he would oblige, mostly out of sheer curiosity.

Ah. That made more sense. “So, you’re like a freakin’ power sponge? Sounds intense.” He couldn’t imagine having to deal with more powers than his own, that had to be taxing.

Benito thought he could demonstrate better than he could explain, so he put his headphones back on, chose a song, and began to dance. His hips swayed in time to the music blasting in his head, his arms moving along. One kick, two spin, three stomp, and once his foot collided with the ground, he felt the vibration and intensified it, the vibration reverberating out in powerful waves being absorbed into the ground, causing it to tremble underneath them. Benito stood in place despite the shaking, which subsided quickly, and smiled. He removed his headphones and shrugged his shoulders, “That’s kinda what I do. Lots of shaking.” He motioned toward his ears, “And I’ve got stupid sensitive ears. It’s why I’ve always got these on. That sound like something you want, ‘mano?”

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