Who: Karr, OTA What: Desperately seeking a beer When: Tuesday evening Where: Haven Kitchen Warnings: Language, alcohol is possible Karr was an X-Man. The idea was both hilarious and revolting to his own mind, he still was not at all sure just what he made of it all. His body was aching and he was exhausted, thanks to the combined efforts of the X-Men training and the sheer hell that was the private lessons with James and Logan. Karr was learning some control, though his mouth did still shoot off now and again. The kid was putting more effort in to this than he had anything else in his life, yet did his best not to show this. He had been gruff, annoyed and all around highly unpleasant since Logan brought him back to the Haven.
He had slank his hairy hide into the kitchen in search of food when a familiar scent reached his nose. His eyes went wide and he all but threw himself into the pantry. Beer. He knew that smell. It was here. Where he was not sure, his nose was not nearly strong enough for him to be a tracker, but he knew the scent was in the area. It could have been residual from someone else having one, but he was not going to take that chance, not with something this important. Cans, bottles and bags were absently tossed through the floor as Karr ripped through the shelves like a foraging bear, the young man was clearly on a mission.