Exploring the building, Mortimer found himself in the mess hall. He would have walked right past it if he hadn't noticed who was in the room.
Mort considered not bothering at all. He had heard too much about this guy from Fred alone. But Victor looked as though he were in a bad mood, and that sadistic streak in Mort wanted to come out and bother the old dog.
Victor scowled over at the sickly-looking mutant, still not having warmed to the guy yet. He couldn't have known that Fred had already told Mortimer a lot about him, but he certainly wasn't doing much to improve the new arrival's opinion of him. The hand wielding the knife paused, and he eyed Mortimer warily.
"And a Happy Fuckin' New Year."
It was clear that Victor was very much not in a festive mood.
(ooc: damn, accidentally put fred in the tags and can't remove it)
"We didn't chat too much when we met," Mortimer said as he proceeded to place his hands on the wall and climb up to the ceiling on all fours. He then knelt on the ceiling surface was though sitting on his haunches on a floor.
"Toad's the name. Least the one everyone uses. Can't figure why though." He smirked at his own sarcasm.
Toad gave the bigger man a snooty look for a moment. Concentrating, he flattened his hands on the ceiling and dangled, arching his spine backward until his legs were nearly behind his head. He could not quite contort as the folks in the circuses and sideshows could, but he was still damn flexible.
He continued to watch as Mortimer gave him a display of flexibility, not exactly impressed by the show but not completely disinterested, either; he didn't see what use the man could be in a combat situation, but at least he wasn't one of these pathetic, snivelling mutants who wouldn't embrace their abilities. The green man seemed to acknowledge what he was, and that was something.
"Do I look like I want to talk about it?" he snarled aggressively, making sure the knife he was using was very visible, as well as his nails. If the man knew what was good for him, he wouldn't press it any further.
Toad glanced at Victor, head cocked to the side as though he was an animal. His eyes were wide, appearing naively clueless.
"No. Why d'ya ask?"
The younger man had dealt with plenty of abuse in the past, so the knife was not outright terrifying. But he kept an eye on it nonetheless. He did not have a thick hide like Fred, nor a healing ability like this brute did.
"'Cause you don't seem capable of bein' able to work it out for yourself," he sneered, turning away from the green man and continuing to pick at his nails. The new arrival was really starting to bug him now, and he'd had enough. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over.
Mort considered not bothering at all. He had heard too much about this guy from Fred alone. But Victor looked as though he were in a bad mood, and that sadistic streak in Mort wanted to come out and bother the old dog.
"Happy Christmas, pussy-cat."
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"And a Happy Fuckin' New Year."
It was clear that Victor was very much not in a festive mood.
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"We didn't chat too much when we met," Mortimer said as he proceeded to place his hands on the wall and climb up to the ceiling on all fours. He then knelt on the ceiling surface was though sitting on his haunches on a floor.
"Toad's the name. Least the one everyone uses. Can't figure why though." He smirked at his own sarcasm.
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"Yeah, neither can I," Victor replied, his voice heavy with hostile sarcasm. "Never seen a fuckin' frog on the ceiling before."
((OOC: Sorted! :D ))
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"Someatt on your mind, kitten? Holiday blues?"
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"Do I look like I want to talk about it?" he snarled aggressively, making sure the knife he was using was very visible, as well as his nails. If the man knew what was good for him, he wouldn't press it any further.
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"No. Why d'ya ask?"
The younger man had dealt with plenty of abuse in the past, so the knife was not outright terrifying. But he kept an eye on it nonetheless. He did not have a thick hide like Fred, nor a healing ability like this brute did.
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Fuckin' Brits.
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