Having downed his glass of water, chased after what he’d mistaken to be a ninja, and had a heart-to-heart with a fellow shifter about their powers and possibly becoming a junior X-man, Chase was finding himself increasingly more-and-more tired. He reoriented himself, leaning against Maya’s leg in that innocent, unassuming way that a kid would do when they were tired. The nine-year-old gave a faint yawn, and covered his mouth.

“Guess I’ll just have to find a not-human-looking mutant to find out,” Chase mumbled, picking at his night-shirt briefly before letting his hands come to rest on his stomach.

“So when do I begin hero training?” Chase inquired with a faint yawn. Had he already asked that? The boy couldn't remember. But it was a good thing to know.

>>“So when do I begin hero training?”

"Soon" Maya chuckled as the boy leaned against her, and patted him on the shoulder. "For now, get your butt back into bed, okay? Ya can't train when you're tired. Them's the rules."

They might as well have been. Even though most of the X-team ran on coffee and energy drinks when things were fast, there was no reason to make the trainees go throught that hassle. Especially not the counselor's kid. If she found him out at night, Maya would be in Trouble.

"C'mon let's get ya back to bed."

Chase shifted positions groggily, rolling off of the couch. Bed was probably a good idea… he looked towards Maya, extending a hand with all fingers, spare the pinky, curled. For some reason, he felt compelled to seal the deal, to make sure the gender-shifter wasn’t kidding about this.

“Pinky promise that I can try superhero training?” Chase murmured, “If Mom says it’s okay?”

>>“Pinky promise that I can try superhero training? If Mom says it’s okay?”

Maya chuckled and hooked her pinky finger into his.

"Pinky promise. I'll personally train you, if your Mom says it's okay."

But first things first: superheroes, small and tall, needed their beauty sleep.