"Gaaawwd this place suuuucks," he groans dramatically.
"Thanks for the dork credentials, Pointdexter." As miserable as he is, there's a smile on his face now. The slightest most antagonistic little smirk when he looks at Kyle with something different than his usual condescension. It's curiosity breaking through his insistence that he's too cool to care about anything. Curiosity for this lanky redhead who thinks Project Stargate and having a mutant friend is something worth bragging about.
"Not like mine," he decides. Because it's a competition. "Well, Kyle. It's good to know you're not completely sheltered. Maybe there's hope for you yet. But I'm not just some mutant. I'm an omega level mutant. I'm the kind they scaremonger people with in the papers." And then this little tirade turns on no one in particular. "And frankly, I'm pretty fucking TIRED of places like THIS, run by CREEPS, trying to turn me into some kind of exotic PET!"
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"Thanks for the dork credentials, Pointdexter." As miserable as he is, there's a smile on his face now. The slightest most antagonistic little smirk when he looks at Kyle with something different than his usual condescension. It's curiosity breaking through his insistence that he's too cool to care about anything. Curiosity for this lanky redhead who thinks Project Stargate and having a mutant friend is something worth bragging about.
"Not like mine," he decides. Because it's a competition. "Well, Kyle. It's good to know you're not completely sheltered. Maybe there's hope for you yet. But I'm not just some mutant. I'm an omega level mutant. I'm the kind they scaremonger people with in the papers." And then this little tirade turns on no one in particular. "And frankly, I'm pretty fucking TIRED of places like THIS, run by CREEPS, trying to turn me into some kind of exotic PET!"