Dylan
“God, there really need to be, like, mutant Tinder or something. Nonhuman Tinder. More inclusive. And we all have to deal with humans making creepy remarks about us, so we should get our own apps. Electrokinesis isn’t sexy, Chad, I’ll fuckin’ zap you.” Pausing their rant, Dylan looked up at the other, finally acknowledging that they might have wanted something. “Anyway, what?”
“Nothing although that idea doesn’t actually sound half as bad.” It sure would save Harlow time filtering on the app — but then again she doesn’t remember the last time she opened a dating slash hook up app. “We’ll only have to deal with mutants making creepy remarks and terrible lines on how our abilities would make a hot pair..” she pursed her lips. “come on, just leave the app — you going to the beach weekend thing?”











