"Right, because everything Americans do is watered down fun." John countered immediately drinking on the whiskey he happened to have just a perfect with no ice. "Appreciation? Absolutely not. I prefer bodies warm and not clammy." John actually teased with a bit of a smirk.
"That's gotta be a trip. Meeting your future self." John shook his head and really had no interest in meeting his future self or future anything. This was perfectly content in the way things were now. This was his retirement. "You'd be surprised." John commented casually.
"That simple." John confirmed. "It really is. People spend too much time giving too many fucks on things that don't matter. Your sexuality. Us Muties." John grunted in annoyance. "Honestly, I just want equal rights between people. Sex, religion, or genetic makeup. Just let people be fucking people." It was annoying, and swallowing the remaining of his liquor he set the glass down in annoyance. "Just two fundamentally different ways to go about it. Just no one actually wants peace."
Raising his brows John was almost stunned. "Simmer down Arctic Dream," John commented gesturing his finger between them. "This is civil, we ain't best buds." Not that John didn't think training with him would be bad, but he only wanted small doses of Bobby Drake to start, and this was a pretty strong start.