Who: Warren and Chris What: Returning to Xavier's When: Early afternoon Where: Pool Rating: PG Status: Completed. Warren had returned to Xavier's the night before, actually. His gorgeous car having been parked in Scott Summer's personal garage space for safe keeping, he'd made his entrance almost silently otherwise. The plane trip back from Australia left him tired, and while there were people he needed to see, it would just have to wait until the morning once he'd gotten his beauty sleep in. His things were shuffled into the room, and before long, he'd managed to unpack everything before taking the nighttime plunge into the dreamscape; the chaos from bags laying around the room would have prevented him from sleeping anyways. Shirts were neatly folded, others neatly hung, and everything color coordinated and stuffed to the brim. The unfortunate thing about his return was that he knew school was back in session, so visiting his friends would have to wait until they were out of class. How unfortunate.
After catching up on some sleep, Warren had planned breakfast with Saira while the kids were all getting ready for school, and he gave himself a tour of the campus afterwards to get reacquainted. Not much had changed, in all honesty. The school was quiet for the next few hours with everyone in class, so Warren decided to take the opportunity of peace and hit of his favorite place of the school: the pool. During his stay, most of his free time was spent there, soaking in the sun, stretching out his wings, and cooling off with the clear, clean water. Returning to his room, he changed, and with a towel and bag in hand, he opened up the window from his room and took off, taking a moment to fly a couple of circles around the residential building to stretch his wings before heading over to the pool. Despite being high in the sky, it was pretty obvious who was either skipping class or enjoying a free period.
From above, he spotted Christen Summers in some skimpy outfit, as usual, mid-pool on a floatation device. The grin that tugged on his face was hard to hold back as he made a beeline for the girl. Feet first, he tossed his items off to the side (to avoid getting them wet of course!) and landed into the floaty, causing it to sink and eventually tip due to his weight. Little Christen Summers would find herself partially dipped in until he flapped his wings and stayed in the air, the lack of weight now causing her to tip into the water entirely. While she splashed and cursed and threw a fit, or whatever boring response she wanted to give, he landed over by the chairs and gathered his things, slipping off his shorts, sandals, and maneuvering his wings out from a custom made tee. "Miss me?" He stood there in a black pair of swim trunks that were tight, short, low-cut and seemingly from the 1950s, wings folding neatly behind him as he turned to smirk at his friend.