After The Mall [Jazzamatazz && Griffie]

It wasn't too cold out, he noted, but it was certainly a change from the stagnant mall air. He blinked several times as the chilly breeze hit his face, pushing his hair a bit. It grew slightly longer, thicker, even more of a shaggy mane thanks to his abilities. Griffin would have felt ridiculous morphing a hat upon his head, and he doubted it would really provide any protection for his head. He pulled his jacket slightly closer to him, preventing more wind from messing with him. It wasn't even December yet, the worst of the cold weather had barely even begun, he through with a slightly frown.

He smirked. "Jazz hands?" He fought to keep the teasing tone out of his voice, failing miserably. He pushed a piece of hair from his face. "It's still a cool name. I'm not really sure where mine came from. I'm thinking my parents just liked the name."

At her question about his family, Griffin shrugged. "My dad's just a normal guy. I used to see him all the time, but he moved, and I never see him. I think he works on manufacturing high-power weapons and stuff. I'm not entirely sure. My mom is Mystique. I don't know if you've ever heard of her. She's not as common as some of the other names around here." He paused, thinking about being the son of Beast Boy. "I'm pretty sure I would never survive being Athena's older brother. I've never met Nero, but I've heard he's a grade-a villain. Being bossed around by a little sister doesn't sound like the best idea to me."

Without warning, he turned a corner to the right. He continued to walk along, his hands in his pockets. "It's down another couple of blocks and then around the corner. It would take like five minutes in a car, but it's still not very far to walk in general." Griffin shrugged, smiling a bit. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't bring up if he could drive or anything, he really didn't want to go into any details about the super-car that got stolen. They had already talked about Supers being hunted down, what good would come out of another sad subject?

“I know, it’s so lame.” Jazz chuckled, hearing his slight mock in his voice. “I like Griffin, too.” She was still smiling, her eyes focused on the road before her as she and her new-found friend continued on. It was cold, yet a little warmer then expected. She laughed again and pulled a sheet of hair from her face. She certainly didn’t like long hair during a windy day. She wished she had some sort hair tie to pull back her thick mane. She shivered slightly as she tucked herself closer in her jacket, the faux fur-trim dancing in the light breeze. She nodded, hearing him talking about his family.

“Well, good thing you know who is, huh?” She smiled, looking up at him. “I don’t know my dad. I mean, I’ve heard of him... I think its Lex something, but like I said, I don’t know.” She shrugged, tossing her hair from her shoulder as she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “So yeah, you know, my life is pretty crazy.” She rolled her eyes, her voice increasing in pitch for a slight moment. She took a deep breath before releasing, her breath like a mist in front of her. She watched it while it ascended before disappearing.

“I honestly hope it snows.” She said, allowing him to take the lead around the corner before trotting up close. “I love snow... To a point.” She noted. Of course, she had to mention snow. A little flake landed upon her nose before melting. She bit her lip and raised a brow. “Great... We should hurry.”

She increased her speed to a near jog.

Griffin smiled faintly. She did have a point - knowing who they were was better than never knowing. "Lex? Hm." Short for Alexei, maybe? He had absolutely no idea. That seemed like such an odd name, and he almost felt like he had heard it before. He doubted that was possible, though, seeing as he wasn't too much of a follower of the name scene for Supers, and he was sure he would have never met somebody named that who was just a regular human.

"But snow is so... cold." He crinkled his nose. "I'd rather it be warm. Not hot, because there's only a certain point I can morph to until I don't feel any cooler. Tans still seem to reflect lots of heat, even fake ones. And not cold, because I dislike shaggy, mountain-man facial hair and head hair. But if it's in between hot and cold, I can just be myself and be completely comfortable. I don't need to fake-cut my hair or anything like that."

He frowned slightly at the faint snow flurries. "Aw, crap," he whispered, laughing faintly. He too quickened his pace, moving his hands to place them over his ears and keep them warm. Griffin turned another corner and before long, turned to a building and pushed open the door. "It's up a few floors. There's an elevator. It's a waste of electricity, but the only stairs are a fire escape outside." He shrugged at the comment, before nodding to the woman at the front desk and making his way across the first floor to the elevator.