“Feel the bird. Be the bird,” Joe murmured as he mimicked a monk in the midst of meditation, hovering five feet over his seat in the Adam Society common room.

Rafe, levitating right across from him, snorted. “That’s shit’s so stupid. I’d rather be an eagle.”

“Bro, I’d rather be an alkonost than anything.”

“No, you’d rather date an alkonost.”

Joe shrugged shamelessly. “I mean, they’re usually cute.”

“It’s a bird with a woman’s head,” the blond balked at him. “It’s still a bird, through and through.”

“Expand your horizons, man,” the noirette responded with a wink, making the Hermes superhuman shake his head in disgust.

Andre, sitting in the chair between them and doing homework, giggled at their silly banter. The only one absent was Daeran, who chose to take up sleep early. A smart decision since in the next nine or so hours, they were going to be beating and getting beaten the crap out of and by their opponent in a tourney. However, the omé was on his way to becoming a diligent student