Re: Wrong-er Bedroom!
At the other man's compliment of his deduction skills (and impressed facial expression), Damon's typically-infuriating smug smirk spread across his face. "I'm just plain talented," he replied.
Baird nodded when Steve disclosed being in the US Army, even if 'Captain America' made no sense to him. "Got it. Ex-Army myself, thank fuck for the 'ex' part." His voice remained rapid, yet the bitterness seeped into each syllable. "Where I'm from, choices were enlist, get shot or get eaten. Hated every second. Dimension-fuckup was a huge fuckin' relief, now at least people say thanks and the food's edible."
Ex-Mil, not surprised. Least so far he's less of an asshole than you'd expect... The Seran rounded the final corner. At the end of the hallway lay the door to Scott's office. "Well after the dimension-fuckup, could be anyone.. but most universes, this place is owned by Charles Xavier, some genetics professor. Scott's his 2IC, offered me a job in the tech department."
Damon reached the end of the hallway and sharply knocked on the door, "Hey Summers! New arrival."