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Clyde raised an eyebrow. “Okay?” His tone was confused. He knew what Aiden was saying, but he didn't understand what Aiden was arguing about. “That was what I was saying...” the age shifter muttered.

The time it took Aiden to respond to him was a little concerning. To him, he didn't exactly look fine. “If you say so,” Clyde doubted.

He suddenly winced, feeling the pressure of his limbs trying to tighten themselves. Again, he managed to halt the process, but barely. He felt sore all over. Was he needing to turn back already? This was earlier than usual. Sometimes, his mutation could be so temperamental. With the conversation and all, maybe he hadn't been focusing hard enough. He couldn't say for sure. Whatever the cause, Clyde knew he was going to have to turn back and rest, and soon.

Clyde, as furious as he wasm forced himself to listen to what the woman had to say. “Eh...” he paused. It wasn't the answer he was expecting. Maybe he had jumped the gun on the mind reader thing. “Thanks?” came his uncertain reply. Given that most people treated him like the little kid he looked like, it seemed a bit of compliment to have someone recognize that he at least didn't act like one.

However, something still bothered him. “But how did you know?” he had to ask. If she hadn't been poking around in his head, he wanted to know why she'd figured that out so fast.

Clyde dropped the remote and froze as soon as he heard the woman's remark. “What the-?!”

How the hell did she figure out he was older so unnaturally fast?! The only other person he could think of who'd figured it out about that fast was Jared, but that was because he didn't look his age, either. Maybe she... no, that seemed too unlikely. On the other hand, Clyde had heard of telepaths, mutants who could hear other peoples' thoughts. That had to be it, didn't it? Oh, the nerve of her...

A look of anger showed on the teenaged kid's face as he sprang to his feet. “Listen. My brain is a private sanctuary. Stay out of it,” he demanded. The idea that she'd been poking around in his head WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION was so unsettling.

The reality of Clyde's situation was just beginning to sink in. Griff/Carrick as a roommate?

No.

NO.

@#$% NO! This was not going to work!

Clyde marched right up to Griff/Carrick with a furious expression, despite the fact Griff/Carrick towered over him. He was not in a good mood as is was. He was feeling rather... confrontational.

“That I'm bettah than anyone else? No. But I know I'm at least bettah than you! First of all, you stahted the fight, birdbrain. Not me. Second, you stole that guy's wallet. I didn't. Third, yo mothah didn't teach you that,” he fumed, noting Griff/Carrick's revolting eating habit, as well as the fact that the pizza slice was practically mummified. Positively disgusting.  Who the hell raised him?

Clyde adjusted his backpack's position on his shoulders. “Nevah mind why I'm heah. I'll gladly get them to move me to anothah room.” Heh, hopefully, those in the office who knew this guy would understand completely.

Well, that was a sort of short and vague explanation. In fact, it was hardly an explanation at all. Clyde, however, decided there wasn't really a reason for him to question it further. After all, no one liked a nosy person. And, it seemed this teen really wanted him out of there.

Though, contrary to what Clyde expected, once he mentioned the manga Bible, the teen actually responded. The disbelief in his voice was evident. So, Clyde walked up to him and held the book out for him to get a better look. “No joke,” he stated. “Somebody actually did it.”

This book as a parody or retelling of the Bible... It made sense (There weren't many other options, were there?), though Clyde wasn't nearly as familiar with this genre as this guy appeared to be. He couldn't tell by the cover whether or not this was meant to be serious. “It might be one of those. I'm not shuh,” he shrugged. “Heh, I wondah how many religious groups ah crying 'blasphemy' ovah this.”

“That way? I figuhed,” Clyde responded. His eyes flicked, slightly irked. Of course he'd have to go back where he came from; he wasn't stupid. Oh well, it was not worth chewing this guy out over.

He raised an eyebrow at the teen's explanation for being on the floor. So it seemed the guy didn't like hanging around people. That, Clyde could understand. But overheating at the tables?

“It's not that hot in here...” he trailed off. In fact, he found the temperature perfectly comfortable. He couldn't tell if it was part of a mutation or if he was just overly sensitive.

Clyde started to walk off. A tad curious, he glanced over the shelves. It wasn't long before something odd on the bookcase caught his attention.

“What the- A manga version of the Bible?” he commented with a flat tone, pulling the book of the shelf to take a closer look. “Weird.” Who the heck thought of these things? In a way, it was mildly amusing.

The library was probably one of Clyde's favorite places in the Mansion. There were so many books to choose from that it rivaled, or maybe even surpassed, most public libraries.

It was also a place Clyde often made use of his mutation. He had learned that going to the library in teenaged form spared him the hassle of explaining why he, the “little kid,” was reading books deemed unsuitable for children under thirteen. Plus, the fact that he was taller in this form proved to be advantageous when browsing the bookshelves. It meant he could actually reach a lot more of the books.

So, of course, Clyde went there as a teenager this afternoon. This time, he wasn't seeking out any book in particular. Instead, he simply wandered around to see if anything piqued his interest.

After exploring the library for about fifteen minute, Clyde noticed that the books on the shelves looked strange. Almost all of the bindings were brightly colored and flashy. He could even see Japanese characters on some of them. Whoops. That was because this was the manga section. Definitely not the type of thing Clyde had in mind.