A Mutant Mutation
It required the library books to be half an inch from his face, really, but Zach had never had a lot of information on Mothmen in his lab. Kevin had, thusly, curled up in a corner and nearly pushed his nose to the pages to read. The orphanage was to thank for his literacy, but he would have gladly gone without it if it meant avoiding the experience entirely.
Learning that half of his gene pool was very likely a mutation was like suspecting he had blood in his veins but not truly knowing until someone had cut him open. It made sense that he’d be a mess in a healthy 75%, but it made him tired and want the isolation of his dorm room.
Moving down the library steps and turning the corner, he stumbled to a stop just in time to avoid pinning his nose to someone else’s face instead of a book. For a moment, he was uncomfortably close until he pulled himself out of the way. Kevin bit back an apology and looked down, instead, waiting for the other to pass quickly so he could resume his mission to cocoon himself in blankets and glare at the coffee maker.
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