Doctor Hank McCoy didn't pick daisies! He was more of an orchid sort of a man. That was not the reason he was walking through the park, however. No he had planned on shedding his disguise in a moment. At least at dark he was less criticized about his.. form.
Both him and Kurt had used this cloaking device infrequently. Although they were both semi-civilized beings there was nothing like feeling human again and enjoying the small things in life. For Hank it was fine dining and musicals or plays.
Nonetheless he had made his way into the park, instead of skirting his way around it and 'flipped the switch' on his device and he was once again revealed as a large furry blue Beast. Hank stretched as if he was feeling out his body once again and paused to sit on a park bench, watching the clouds as they folded over the moon.