“There were fifty guys! They all surrounded me with big knifes! -no Guns! Most of them had uh-rifle guns. I didn’t think I could take them by myself. They came at me all together! And I dodged them left and right! If it wasn’t for my trusty…”

He flayed his hands in all directions in a babbling display of charades. He kept changing the amount of assassins and what their abilities were. He was so dramatic and enthusiastic his cheeks were a bright pink. She just liked to see him smile so happily.

“Did Darwin help?”

“Nope, he stood there and just watched, even if I had been losing-which I wasn’t! He probably would have just laughed.”

She looked to the dark haired man sitting next to her. As usual his expression was rather cold. But there was a twinkle of humor in his eyes. The longer she looked the more his mouth tugged into a grin. He finally noticed her gaze and turned away from her. His ears were turning red.

He finished with his story about his triumphant victory then headed to bed saying how exhausted he was. She leaned closer to Darwin and whispered in his ear.

“So what exactly happened?”

His cheeks were slightly red.

“Probably from the cold,” she thought.

He turned to her and smiled slightly.

“He got his ass beat by a little girl with a knife and no powers.”