Getting Ready, Before Leaving For The Rescue Mission.
Getting Ready, Before Leaving For The Rescue Mission.
Sighing heavily, throwing their shorts and sports jersey top to the floor, removing the knee braces, and snapping the sweat headband like an elastic, or gum band, as the people from Pittsburgh call them, to their bedtable. Letting out another sigh, while pulling the yellow and blue top over, their, his, head. Sitting on their bed, pulled up their socks before putting on and standing up to pull up the blue pants, and put on their belt. Grabbing the brown jacket off the bed where he left it before going out to play with the others some b-ball. Slipping on the yellow, boots, nodded, there all done. No, one more thing, there, now that’s better. “Oh, hello my old handsome face.” They preferred their natural form, it was much more comfortable to be in it, but that didn’t mean Morph didn’t enjoy his male form, all the X-Men had known him to be, since he joined up. It was certainly him as well, well, if he was normal, a he or even a she, born in the usual way, no suspicions, and if a mutant would get their powers at the usual time during adolescence. But they were the rare one out, extra rarer, see, at their birth, it was obviously made very clear, what they are, a mutant, and not long after, being born, and even before that, able to change their body structure to form a mouth and face their parents realized, they were a mutant shapeshifter. Guess it was time, what a pain. They were having fun and; and Mr. Boring has to come along and be all huffy about it, and ruin the fun, like always, jerk. Sure, he may have freaked the kid out a bit, but Logan was only joking. Okay, he did mean it I’m sure, but, any decent parent would have to do that, or something similar, to any threats to their kids, that Roberto, may bring.