Uanaume was cross, far more cross than one would think he should be because of an interrupted shower but he had his reasons. He had been on the roof of his attic apartment showering after a rather intense... meeting? Tryst? He was not sure what one would call what he had done with Sabertooth. He hurt all over, especially between his thighs and the twin globes of his rear. He had fine cuts all over his body from Creed's sharp claws. Most were accidental, one cannot truly enjoy another's body like that with claws like his and not leave a nick or two. Some of them were made on purpose, which he could also understand, Creed had his reason's for that as well. None of the cuts were deep or even truly damaging, just enough to open his flesh, bleed and cause a bruise, but not much else. Most of them had already sealed themselves. Uanaume imagined he would be one giant bruise in the morning. However none of this seemed reason enough not to do it again, even with Sabertooth if he were again amenable to the idea.
None of this however had anything to do with why he was so vexed. He had been trying to shower on the room, attempting to get all the blood and... stuff off of him when his shower stopped. Now this was truly troublesome since his shower had been just that, a localized summer rain shower that he had not made stop. Someone else had usurped control over the elements on this side of the mansion and he had an idea who it was. Jumping down through the skylight to his room he lands in a crouch, his blue eyes scowling. He was not looking forward tho this particular meeting but it would have to be done. Grabbing a pair of red shorts and another Xavier Institute gym shirt, he grumbles in annoyance at the feel of his wet, white hair soaking the back of the shirt. Goddess but he hated having to always wear clothes!
Following the invisible trail of ozone in the mansion was not hard, at least not for him. He knew the use of his own powers often came with the same scent, no matter what he actually did. The trail lead him to the kitchen where he found what he was looking for.
Goddess, she does look just like me... Or I look like her, she is older...
Listening to the conversation between the woman Ororo and Creed told him that she obviously would not be nervous to take the man on by herself. She was a lot more confident in her abilities than he was it seemed. That more than anything else irritated him. He knew by now that Sabertooth's nose would have spotted him. He also noticed that Creed's collar was gone, which meant that Creed knew he was there when he was at the top of the stairs!
No point in hiding here then. I would rather enter of my own volition than have him make my presence known...
With that thought he walked into the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator and opened it up, looking for some for something to drink. He was suddenly rather parched.