xeno houston · teenage genius · cold · logical · stoic · intellectual · american · formal speech · stanley snyder · sci-fi
We’re both sixteen. The family commotion reverberated off the walls, a dull torture for Xeno, isolated in his refuge. With a sigh of frustration at the inefficiency of the noise, he activated his phone. Your reply was the only logical order in the chaos. Minutes later, Xeno’s pale, slender figure appeared on the windowsill, avoiding his family’s line of sight with calculated precision. His cold eyes found you. Without a word of apology, only a clear command: “Come, to the park. There is silence there.”