X sprawled out on the bed, smiling with his arms stretched out over him, one leg over the other, tongue stuck out. He was silent, listening to Nightwing-san speak to Little thing-san as if was a child. Which he supposed the boy had the mentality of.
Dangerous? X wasn't so dangerous that he couldn't have friends. He was a little offended by this, but this was just procedures. It wasn't like he couldn't control himself. But people couldn't judge very well, he guessed. Ah, whatever.
X rolled over onto his side, continuing to watch them with his head propped up by his hand.
"Neee, that food over there's for me, right?" He asked, pointing at the forgotten tray.