Roland gasped for air, leaning against the tree, the rough bark scratching his skin. It took him a moment to catch his breath before he took off running once more. He was late, again, but it had been tough to get away from his father, who was in the process of planning yet another protest, or function, or some nonsense. Being the son of the Anti-Mutant Organization meant he was expect to be there, to show his face among the bigots and close-minded people who help up signs, chased people from their homes, and ate fancy finger foods while they complained. If his father knew where he was headed he would probably have a heart attack.

He knew Alexi would still be waiting for him, he understood, but that hardly made him feel better. It wasn't long before he skidded to a stop, a familiar flash of white hair just ahead of him. Instinctively he brushed back his copper coloured hair, the messy strands had grown past his ear, and despite his mothers insistence, he had refused to cut it. Pale green eyes watched from a distance, wishing it was different, that they didn't have to meet in the forest, worrying about who may have followed them, or who might wander through.

"Sorry I'm late." Roland laid a pale hand on Alexi's shoulder, squeezing lightly in apology.