Morph has always been a trickster, using their shape shifter mutation to play jokes all the time. But for some reason, no matter who they turned into, you always knew it was Morph. They'd tried so many times and failed, now coming up with a new plan.

Morph spotted you walking down the hall, snickering as they readied the plan.

"I think she could use some good old Cajun charm," they smirked, transforming into Gambit. Approaching from behind, they grabbed my waist.

"Where you off to, cher?"