It was just another afternoon at the community center. Asp lead her class as she had been for weeks, but one student in particular had been off since the start. Though he had been attending for weeks, he had never really struggled with the movements like the others. Every student had a learning curve, they watched, they fucked up, they learned, they got better, and then they finally got this shit right.
This kid had no learning curve.
He watched Asp's every move, then mirrored it with perfect grace. He was built like a toothpick, yet held his ground with a grace and speed the others couldn't touch. It was almost unbelievable. Except tonight made it perfectly believable. Tonight the lights of willworking danced before Asp's Supernal Vision as the student made his moves. If this had been the case before it was cloaked pretty damn well, and it might've been the case given his abilities themselves didn't seem to change. The kid seemed proud of himself, more so then ever.
Through the lesson he maintained a smug smile, which he maintained afterwards as the other students began to go home for the night. He lingered, he went to the bathroom 3 times, got a drink twice, checked his phone a few times, then finally they were alone.
The student