Despite his surreal and sublime swim in the digital wonders of the Danger Room, Creed couldn’t completely take Thor off of his mind. Thoughts of seeing him nearly naked when they first met nagged at him throughout all hours of the day until the moon replaced the sun among the clouds.
I’ll figure out a way ta’ get’em on his knees soon enough… He thought to himself as he walked from his room down to the first floor and towards the multi-car garage. But I gotta get off! That’ll help me keep that uppity fucker out my head for awhile. Hmmm, let’s see… Can’t snatch up one of these tater tots without makin’ waves, and fuck me if I make myself paw off… Maybe I’ll head into downtown. There’s always someone willin’ ta’ help a guy blow off steam in th’ bars an’ back alleys
He objected to parading around the Xavier Institute brand name and opted to dress more suitably – with the aid of other mutant’s clothing: Creed wore a typical black tank top covered with white paint-splatter designs (“borrowed” from one student) leather pants that belonged to the Russian Man of Steel, and his own trusty combat boots – the only pair of shoes he owned – along with his dog tags.
Once he reached the garage, Victor studied the array of vehicles at his disposal and idly mulled over which one he’d take. Almost immediately, his amber eyes locked onto the dual colored crimson and black Hummer H4.