Jean's foot tapped impatiently against the impeccable wooden floor. Well, the floor was impeccable until it touched Couch Potato Boy's shoe soles. He didn't want to guess what they got stained with when touching that forbidden land.

He stared at the person sitting on his armchair. Lawrence munched down the potato crackers, completely unfazed by Jean's glare. He took a handkerchief out of his chest pocket, carefully got rid of any cookie crumbles on his mouth, crumbled the handkerchief on his fist and threw it at the trash bin the other side of the room. To Jean's surprise, it was a perfect shot.

His eyebrow twitched. That little...! Not only he came in and demanded to be heard, but he also took Jean's own throne for himself? That armchair was Jean's life! Not siting on it felt like... having a glass of water in front of your thirsty self. And Lawrence was the person stopping him from reaching out and drinking.

Also, perfect aim. That little bastard.

"I can see hospitality isn't your forte, dear neighbor" Lawrence said blatantly as he stood up. Jean's eyebrow twitched even more.

Are we sure we can't kill this guy?

He shook his head, in an attempt of shutting up the voice inside him. Which was completely in vain, given that it was, as previously stated, inside him. Sometimes, having the inner voice materialized (mentally so) by your powers wasn't nearly as great as it sounded.

"As you can imagine, I didn't come here to have some friendly chit-chat. You and I have unfinished business to attend. Oh, and said business is private. Your visitor may leave."

"Are you seriously kicking out my guest from my house?!"

Lawrence shot him a confused look. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I not clear enough?"

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!!!" Jean felt a thick vein pulsing in his forehead.

"Technically, it's the landlord's house. You're only renting it."

Strike that. There was a vein pulsing in the pulsing vein of his forehead. Well, that was a whole new record.

"Listen here you little~"

He zipped his mouth before ending the line. The room temperature had dropped a couple thousand degrees, and the pressure could have easily popped any nearby soda can. His lungs twisted around themselves, and his heart wasn't beating, but rather booming in a dangerous way. He gulped.

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He realized Lawrence was leaking murder intent from every inch of his body, and his eyes had gone from average dark to dangerous, mystifying deep purple.

Note to self: THIS GUY IS FUCKING DANGEROUS!!!

Noted.

"Listen here, you little shit" Lawrence's voice had gone from indifferent to painfully cold. He ripped Jean's own words from his mouth. "It was you who ordered a raid on my house. It was you who disturbed the sanctity of home. It was you who pulled themselves inside the wolf's maw. Now you sit quiet and listen, unless you want to know how it feels to have your heart liquefied inside your chest."

Lawrence wasn't joking. All he had to do was using Incomprehensible's immateriality and he could easily grab Jean's heart inside his rib cage. Turning off the skill would do catastrophic damage on itself. Squeezing? It would be lethal. And hurt like fuck.

Although... to be honest, Lawrence wasn't even upset. He was just playing off his villainous facade, as usual. The fact that he was getting a bit on the extreme to pull it off he wasn't aware off.

The Root had a particular way of treating linked people, or meta-humans as they were know. Everyone knew a Hero, or a Villain, had their own accessible Status Window, fin which they could check their own powers and growth. However, not everything was displayed on Status Windows. The so called Extra Features were secret features that couldn't be willingly unlocked. One had to meet certain conditions to achieve one of these. They weren't listed on normal Status Windows, in fact, only people with a highly trained observation powers could perceive them. They were a mystery even to scholars of the meta-society, and highly irregular on behavior. The average empowered wouldn't ever get their hands on a Secret Feature. It was also known of people who possessed several. Hack 'n Slash, currently one of the top ten heroes in the country, was known to hold the record of four Secret Features.

Lawrence already suspected he had not one, but two Secret Features already. One of them, probably derived from the Incomprehensible (Facade at the time) made it impossible to obtain any information of him through indirect means. No bugs, GPS, recorded audios, not even tracking powers would work against him. The prove of this was that Johnny Chase wasn't able to track him down even with his own powered subordinates.

The other was the one working right now. A power that granted the ultimate cover-up. The fact that his acting skills had gone up eerily fast hadn't gone unnoticed to him. The way he looked at people when he acted mad. Mika had called it the look. He was also aware of the impressive amount killing intent he was spilling all over the room right now. This was surely another Extra Feature working. Probably derived from Incomprehensible as well.

As for why he had two Extra Features, he had no idea. Some stated these were a gift from the Root to those it considered 'special'. Others stated every meta-human had dormant possibilities to unlock them, and the conditions for these were unknown. There was also the belief that there was some kind of independent function, like a separate program running in the Root; something constantly picking random numbers and assigning them an extra power-up to even the odds. The great majority agreed in something: Extra Features were the meta-society equivalent for a four-leafed clover.

Even so, this was all useless, extra facts for Lawrence right now. He had a task ahead. Find out why on damnablest earth his own neighbor had sent a turd of brain-dystrophic thugs to rob his house.

And the way Jean Gallutneck was sweating? He was going to enjoy his fair share.