Frederick grimaced and hunched his shoulders when he heard Jamie call him Ricky. He had always hated that nickname, and had never allowed it from anyone. In fact, he was pretty sure he had come up with Kiki only to permanently discourage Jamie from calling him Ricky back when they were kids. "All right, dude. Let's make a deal, you don't call me Ricky and I won't call you Kiki again. Okay?"
He drove right back into the carport and parked in the spot closest to the mansion's entrance. "Dude!" he shot back at Jamie in a high pitched voice when his driving was criticized again. "Not cool." The quip earned Jamie another pouty frown that was more for effect than anything else. As ever, Frederick used his facial expressions as weapons to get his way. Had he been truly upset, his face would have become an icy cold arrogant mask, just like his father used to have. While he looked sulky or pouty or even scowling, it was all fun and games. That didn't mean, of course, that some of those games couldn't get downright mean.
Still, this was Jamie, and he hoped his old buddy hadn't changed all that much from the kid he remembered. Jamie had been like the little brother he'd never had, like the brother Hamilton never was to him. "I mean it, that cut deep," he said, in a tone that suggested the complete opposite. As far as he was concerned, if Jamie sounded a little pissy, he must be doing something right. "Aside from the freaking gay Halloween look, I can make my arms and legs into deadly weapons. Swords and stuff. I think somebody called it morphing or something." He spoke as if he was bored with it, as if it didn't thrill him no end to have a superpower. He didn't get what all the fuss and the long faces were about. He loved being a mutant.
"Ha. My old agent found out about it online and called me to ask if I could manipulate all of my extremities, if you know what I mean." And the rambling began again while Frederick once again herded Jamie, this time out of the car and into the main house to take him to the infirmary. "That was before I shut down the website and took my blog down. What a peach, that guy. He said the gay-for-pay crowd especially would pay good money for something like that. Guess mutant adult entertainment has opened up a whole new market for those greedy bastards. The money is great though." He elbowed Jamie, wearing a conspiratory grin. "Gay flicks is where they big cash is at, baby," he informed Jamie as they walked down the hall. "You look like you've been working out. If you want, I can hook you up..."