Who: Warpath and Doug When: Sometime at night Where: Their room What: Baby steps to another friendship.
Warpath was feeling mighty fine after having finally had a great release during his sparring session with Remy. He wasn't feeling good though when it was made clear that Storm was disappointed and avoiding him. So, perhaps for the wrong reasons, Warpath was going to try and make nice with his roommate, a scrawny kid that meant virtually nothing to the native. He had pretty much ignored him since day one with the exception of their introduction where he threatened the other if he touched his belongings.
Today would be different though, and heck, even the professors could have sensed that something was a bit calmer about him during classes. Warpath was seated at the edge of his bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts. It had been advised to him to throw away the ones that had been ruined during his fight, but he couldn't part with them, they still fit fine, and it kept fabric from chaffing his thigh which was wrapped in bandages, along with his arm, as he was refusing to be treated for the burn wounds.
He waited in the room for Doug to arrive, trying to take some time to figure out just what he would say to the white-haired kid.