Ok, the tail was unnecessary. That thing almost touched him again! Calvin repressed a shiver and visibly grumbled at this audacity, but got up off the couch nonetheless. I mean what could he do here? This was the co-leader of the x-men barking at him. It's not like there was an appeal process to their commands and Calvin knew when he didn't have a whole lot of room to bite back. He was living here free of charge after all. It was only natural that they'd try to ruin that after awhile. It was just the way of things. "Ok, ok. But I already told the redneck. I'm not going to be your janitor. Wagner... I don't do windows."
Cal ventured a glance down at the costume then and picked it up to red the inscription. Where did they get these things made anyway? The leather looked expensive. If the whole thing didn't work out he could always try to pawn it off somewhere.