The first week or so was rather uneventful, almost bland to be honest. The only peak of interest was when Dylan brought his snake to the apartment, which only kept his interest for an hour or so. Work was fine, boring, but fine. Dylan wasn't particularly chatty and kept to himself. Remi hadn't slipped up with his powers quite yet, so that was a small added bonus. He didn't have work today, so he sprawled himself across the living room sofa, sunglasses crooked over his nose. He watched lights flicker from under the door to Dylan's room with curiosity. What could be possibly be doing in there?

Dylan paced back and forth in his relatively empty room, feeling cramped up and contained. Moving only helped a tiny bit, his powers didn't like to be contained. It coiled up inside him and desperately wanted to be released, or to steal from another to grow ever stronger. He let out a low sigh, silently shutting his door. Leaning back against it, he peeled off his gloves and let the energy be channeled to his hands. They flared to life, visualizing the pent up energy inside him and relieving the pressure. Dylan laughed softly to himself, sitting down on the floor in the middle of his room and "painting" with the energy, creating flowing lines and spirals through the air. Slowly the burning pressure within him began to subside, allowing him to relax for a while without using his powers if he wanted. However, he was caught up in the moment, this wasn't something he could get away with at home. He'd get kicked out in an instant, or worse... Dylan let out a low hum to himself, not paying attention to the world, only to nearly jump out of his skin at a familiar voice.

"Are you ok, doll? You didn't answer to my knocking and I saw-..... oh" Remi stared wide eyed into the room at the lights in shock. Dylan was on his feet in an instant, a angered scowl written across his face and hands fired up with energy. He steps forward and grabs Remi's arm.
"If you tell a soul about this-" he growls out, slowly draining Remi's energy. "I'll make sure you regret it."
"Dude! W-what the heck? Let me go!" Remi tore his arm away from Dylan and staggered back.
"What? Are you scared of me?" Dylan narrows his eyes at the panicked roommate. Remi kept moving back and away from him, his sunglasses askew from the panic. He pressed against the kitchen counter.
"N-no, listen to me pl-"
"Why do I not believe that? Oh right, because people lie. Your just like everyone else, no doubt." Despite the venom in his voice, Dylan was shaking in fear, which began to show in his eyes. Dylan brought the room to light with a draining blast towards Remi.
But it didn't hit.
A thin watery shield hovered in front of Remi, who curled up defensively with tears streaming down his face and his eyes shut tight. The water trickled to the floor with a quiet splash
"You're.... Y-you're like me?... you weren't lying" Dylan stuttered out, kneeling in front of petrified Remi. He reached out slowly, wiping Remi's tears away before removing his sunglasses.
"W-wait-" Remi barely whispered but much too late, although Dylan paid no attention to the obvious scar.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm just so... paranoid, I guess. Have you seen the news? Or the posters? People progressively becoming more and more against Princy, our only representation of... well, us, anywhere." Dylan rambled, obviously more then a bit relieved. "Maybe... maybe we can fight back. Why do they get to be the normal? The ones who aren't weird or scary? How's that fair?"

Remi just watched silently, not daring to move or speak for a long moment. "I... I need time to think"