It had been a few weeks since his ‘I did this without all of you’ party at the mansion. Most of the teachers refused to go, the ones that went were just celebrating that Carrick was no longer his student. Meaning he had more time on his hands. Some of the mansion staff would argue too much time. A hand full of steaks wrapped in freezer paper lay at his side as he walked down the mansion halls remembering his time in the classes he did attend.

A guitar strapped to his back as he sang down the hallway making as much noise as possible in hopes to distract other mansion goers from the trivial monotony of the classrooms. It was a gift, even if the song was still in the process of being written. It was part of his method. ”Saw you late last night, from across the bar. I could tell on yer face he wasn’t getting very far, no. Ya look so bored, ya needed more, that’s when we decided ta hit the floor!” Carrick kicked his leg out for delivery as a few teachers shut the doors as he passed. It seemed even when he was graduated there was no escape from him.

”Ya usually have ta pay cover fer a performance like this one.” Carrick chuckled responding to a few of the doors slamming shut. ”No one appreciates art no more.” his tail flicked behind him as he proceeded the hallway.

The steaks were cold in his hand, he’d have to deliver them before the iceman found out they were stolen again. It was a good racket. It be hard to ever give this up. Good thing he never planned on moving, can’t beat free rent.

It hadn't been all that long since he had show up at the mansion, but he settled in quickly. It was actually a bit weird to have so many mutants around him. Not that it should since his memories were about as straightforward as an egg in a blender. Lacking anything better or pressing then 'recovery' he was driving about on his modified scooter to hold his asymmetrical bulk when he heard what could marginally be described as singing. Art was subjective afterall. A very vibrant and chaotic Hawaiian shirt that almost hurt the eyes to look at draped over his frame. A pair of huge novelty sized sunglasses perched on his nose and only matching half of his face. When you had to pilfer the lost and found and live off donation you took what  you could get. 

He zoomed next to Carrick on his silent and obviously quite modified shopping scooter, refraining from the temptation to drive into the the other man's vulnerable kneecaps. "Is there some particular reason your interrupting their academic pursuits or are you just one of those people who gets off on being an annoying?" Delivered in utmost curiosity and reserving judgement for later. For all he knew Carricks powers were powered through people hating him. He had heard stranger things from the fellows at the school. 

The shifter turned to the one who spoke and then covered his eyes for a second seeing the Hawaiian shirt and could only guess it was Hercules again. The last time he was singing in the hall his ex’s new beau chased him out of the hallway on behalf of a request from Lizzy. His ex and also a teacher here. (Carrick liked to make it awkward for all parties involved) ”**** that’s bright.” his gaze needed a moment to adjust almost dropping one of the steaks out of his hands.

”Fer someone who claims to have lived centuries ya don’t know style much, do ya?” moving his arm from his vision he looked up expecting to see the behemoth before him with a resting ***** face. Only to find someone else, someone shorter... wearing a very similar loud shirt. ”Oh, just a kid without style.” he had no room to talk. Unless it was flannel and jeans the princess picked out the clothes for him.

”Love the glasses though, had a pair just like ‘em.” knowing he left his pair in Zek’s stadium. He left things there often. Mainly because he liked to surprise his friend with new gags whenever he got a chance. While he couldn’t materialize things there it was fun to act that he could.

”Figured, I’d sing the students awake, or ta sleep. They were half way there anyways. It was a gift. Mine ta give.” Carrick mocked a bow, one that showed he had it down to perfection. It was a easier to practice it when you were dating royalty. The wings opened and closed behind him as he brandished his hand to take off an invisible hat. ”Do I need another reason?” Carrick asked smugly.

”Nice wheels... eh... wheels?” Carrick didn’t get a name nor was too concerned about getting one. ”I take it yer looking fer the elevator?” knowing it was further down the hall on both ends. ”Or were ya looking fer some speed bumps ta test out the ride?”