Re: Bitter? Alright, so he thinks he runs the place, huh? he thinks automatically; the feeling of possessiveness towards the equipment vanished as he remembered he only got here a few days ago. Okay, so he's got to be the one of the other guys and he ain't Beast...
By process of elimination he already knew who it was when the slender man named himself. For a second he didn't place his finger back on the intercom button; a strange feeling shot through his neurons. He's.... oh shit... The stringy build of the man below him stirred a memory...
His finger hit the intercom again. Shit, he's the guy that built this! Fuckin' A! "Alright!" he announced with an unfamiliar... warmth.. in his voice. "Shit man! Get the fuck up here! Wanted ta meet you ever since I got here!"
Damon quickly punched the button that opened the staircase leading from the Danger Room to the control booth. He bore a smirk on his face as he waited at the top of the stairs for the man to meet him. He leant back against the wall and folded his arms across his chest with a cocky, relaxed confidence.
When the younger man moved towards him, he extended his battle-roughened hand almost prematurely. "Name's Damon. Damon Baird."