John was giving his good ole college try on being a little different to say the least. When you you contracted a virus and die, you gain a whole new perspective when you have that second chance. Regardless, he was in the here and now with everything.
"Oh Ms. Pryde, you going to open up your own little clinic?" Pyro leaned in some with a coy smile. Then he shrugged. "I think I would have get the frequent flier card for that clinic."
One person the fire specialist hated to think about was Bobby fucking Drake. Iceman the human Popsicle. Thinking he is so funny and so great with his jokes and his puns and his good looks. Fuck him. "Look. I'm just stating facts. She helped me get books, and I came back fine. With you, you're a dangerous little package. Knives and all." With a smirk that being said, he picked up the knife that ended up in his body and looked at it. "I will have to put this up on my wall. Memento of our great adventure." Pyro thought for a moment. "Title it 'The time Pyro was an X-Men'.." He glanced to Kitty. "Guest starring Kitty Pryde." With a smirk, he tossed the knife on to the counter in the kitchen.
"Much better you do it. I might punch him in the throat if you kicked and screamed too much." Pyro scoffed thinking about it.