Ric had been outside, entertaining himself and a couple of the guards. Well okay perhaps he hadn't technically been entertaining the guards and more actually scaring them half to death by leaping out from snow drifts. He was bloody lucky he hadn't been shot yet, thankfully Stryker had enforced a 'DO NOT SHOOT' rule seeing as there were a diverse range of mutants in camp, any of which could spook a guard.
Now covered in snow Ric trudged through the barrack halls heading towards the showers where he planned on warming up in the shower. He paused at the end of the hall, his step faltering at the sight of Scion. Smiling a little Ric slowly approached knowing fully well he couldn't just run past Scion full pelt and not be asked why on earth he was running.
As he drew level with the tall, stern faced mutant Ric made eye contact, flashing a grin as a large glob of melted snow fell from his hair.
He heard the sound of sloshing foot steps make their way down the hall, and Scion turned to see who was making such a mess.
Rictor. Why wasn't he surprised.
Blue eyes followed the trail of wet shoe prints up to the culprit who seems well inclined in to leaning in to the mutants space and giving Scion a smile like they were the best of friends.
X-13 didn't get it, not one bit.
The weapon looked at Rictor with tilted head.
"Of course, Julio."
His eyes followed the glob of snow that fell from Rictors hair and hit the ground with a splash. Blue eyes met Rictor's and a frown crossed his face. "...Will you be cleaning that?"
Ric went crossed eyed at the comment, trying to look up at his hair which was still caked in snow.
"What clean up me? Well yeah. Of course." Missing the comment completely Ric started to trudge past Scion once more, feeling the sharp blue eyes almost burning into his back with their stare. He turned on his heel to glance back at Scion.
"What? You staring at my ass or was there something you wanted to say?"
....Idiot. That was what Scion had determined Julio Rictor as. An utter idiot. The weapon had a rather difficult time trying to understand what interest Martini found in this fool , how ever he came up with nothing. His eyes followed after Rictor, frowning at the lack of attention. What kind of solider was he? ...and why the heck would Scion stare at Rictors ass? The man looked up, eyes meeting those of the man.
"You made a mess." He replied in a dead pan voice, his eyes going to the ground to see the puddle going across the floor. "Are you planning on cleaning it up."
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Now covered in snow Ric trudged through the barrack halls heading towards the showers where he planned on warming up in the shower. He paused at the end of the hall, his step faltering at the sight of Scion. Smiling a little Ric slowly approached knowing fully well he couldn't just run past Scion full pelt and not be asked why on earth he was running.
As he drew level with the tall, stern faced mutant Ric made eye contact, flashing a grin as a large glob of melted snow fell from his hair.
"There's still hot water in the showers right?"
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Rictor. Why wasn't he surprised.
Blue eyes followed the trail of wet shoe prints up to the culprit who seems well inclined in to leaning in to the mutants space and giving Scion a smile like they were the best of friends.
X-13 didn't get it, not one bit.
The weapon looked at Rictor with tilted head.
"Of course, Julio."
His eyes followed the glob of snow that fell from Rictors hair and hit the ground with a splash. Blue eyes met Rictor's and a frown crossed his face. "...Will you be cleaning that?"
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"What clean up me? Well yeah. Of course." Missing the comment completely Ric started to trudge past Scion once more, feeling the sharp blue eyes almost burning into his back with their stare. He turned on his heel to glance back at Scion.
"What? You staring at my ass or was there something you wanted to say?"
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"You made a mess." He replied in a dead pan voice, his eyes going to the ground to see the puddle going across the floor. "Are you planning on cleaning it up."
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