Somewhere in the moment of Kurt’s silent prayer, Sabretooth silently slips into the kitchen. He leans against a countertop close to the stove, barefoot and wearing only the black athletic nylon pants Uanaume gave him earlier. In a strange gesture of respect towards the man’s faith, he waits for the blue mutant to conclude his gratefulness before snapping at him to get his attention with raspy claims that would prove contrary.
“Still stuck on that church crap? Oh well, whatever makes ya’ feel better. Tell Santa Claus I want that damn pony this year th’ next time ya’ get chatty with yer’ invisible friends!”
Creed’s eyes shift to the right to stare at the eggs and sausage - their delicious aroma was what led him here in the first place. Ignoring every protocol of decency, he grabs the pan by the handle and begins to eat the eggs with his hand as if he were gorging out of a bowl. He stabs a claw into a sausage, takes a large bite of it, then drops the remains into the pan to consume later with the rest of the eggs.
Not once did he say thanks, or show any sympathy for stealing Kurt’s food. He walks closer to the smaller man, shifting from sarcasm to serious along the way.
“I know ya’ talked to ‘em by now, right? You got th’ code ta’ get this thing off from ‘round my neck?”