Forge pushed open the gate and fumbled through, trying to hold onto his crutch and hold the gate open at the same time.
"Not handicapped accessible," he tsked. Although if anyone else ever called him handicapped he shiv them in the gut. At the front door he paused and looked the place over. The opulence of the place was off-putting for someone who had grown up in near poverty. Of course Naze had his wealth, but his taste in design was so tacky that it hardly seemed like it.
He wondered if he was supposed to knock, but finally decided not to. Once again he struggled to get through the door and was swearing out loud when he noticed Xavier sitting nearby. At first he felt like a kid caught doing something bad, but quickly went on the offensive.
"You should do something about that. What if some freak turns into a blob of goo? How are they supposed to get in?"