Kevin wasn't going to lie, he was actually kind of stoked to have a team!
In fact, he thought it was pretty cool. Sure there's the whole danger of killing every single one of them if he wasn't too careful but the thought that he belonged to a team trumped that fear. He belonged to a team. He belonged. He wasn't that kid who was going to be shoved over to the corner because he has the grossest mutation in the world which had been his fear -- until he met the likes of Curt Connors, Josh Foley and Victor Borkowski. They'd been making life in the school smooth sailing. And sure, it's not like he was expecting everyone to like him...but hey, this was a good place to start, right?
A new life, a new start -- that's what everyone had been telling him. For all his excitement and eagerness, though, Kevin hadn't quite gotten over his fear of introductions yet. Some of those that happened in classes went okay -- he was just asked to say his name, age, and some random trivia of his. But his powers? And his codename? God, Kevin hated his codename! Because...well, it was just so appropriate.
His insecurity showed in the tension of his jaws and when Morph had finished and Layla, there was a quick moment of silence, Kevin breathed deeply, sighed it all out and said, "I guess I'll follow. I'm the other Kevin."
Squaring his shoulders, he jutted his chin out. "My full name is Kevin Ford. I'm a freshman. I guess you can call me Kevin. Or Ford. I don't really care, I'll answer to anything." He cleared his throat, gloved fist near his mouth. That went too unfriendly right there. "They call me...Wither." He sighed, mentally. "Because..."
He turned to Morph for a moment. Morph had shifted to every one of them and he had been thoroughly impressed by that. Why couldn't he be the Kevin with those powers? How unfair is that? Then he looked at his hands, found that he was already tugging his right glove off...
He sighed again. "Because I can do this," he finally said as he bent to grab a fistful of grass by his naked right hand and he held it out for everyone to see. The clump of grasses lied on his palm, a plain sight but in a blink of an eye, those green blades would burn, wrinkle and shrivel and they would break apart the longer they stayed in Kevin's hand.
Before they turned to ashes, Kevin tossed them away, then dusted his hand in his pants. That was enough. "It's not only plants. Also paper, clothes...a, ani...anything...organic." He said to finish. So much for that.
He continued with a toss of his hand to a side, then proceeded as he wore his glove, again. "But I can paint. I, I guess I'm pretty artistic. I can draw, I can...well, I don't know how useful that is. I know colors and I can mix them so...maybe that helps with camouflaging, I don't know." He was just making all this up as he went. He rolled his shoulders to shrug.
"If there is anything I'd like to learn, though," and, for once, he was finally sure of something, "It's too control my touch. I don't want to keep killing everything in my path, I don't want to keep hurting people. That, and..." he looked at everyone. "Well, for once, I want to know how to protect everyone."
He barely managed to keep an, "I guess..." out of that speech.