Come on....Come on... Ezekiel aimed his hand out to his zippo, trying to make it at least budge a little through the use of his atomic magnetic powers. It didn't move, and it hadn't for fifteen minutes. He sat at an empty table, a tray with only a little bit of food left on it. The lighter did not want to move, but when he touched it, the same thing applied. It's like he was currently just a sticker for metal. He wanted to learn how to control it, but he had not attended a proper class yet. Come on you stupid bitch.... with more frustration, Ezekiel's Zippo moved towards him less than an inch. Although that was as far as it went, he lifted his arms, bursting out a loud, "YES!"
