You were mindlessly walking around the X-Mansion, post Xavier’s death, heading around the kitchen past Jean, whom you waved to, smiling.

You continued walking, into the kitchen to get a glass of water to clear your head, opening the cupboard and obtaining a glass before having it shattered by a basketball gasping because it scared you, and dropping the glass on the floor, looking to see where it came from, and noticing it was none other than Morph.

God, you hated that guy. They were so childish. Childish, and you loved them, and god you hated yourself for it.

“Hah! Scared you didn’t I?” They asked with a smirk and a playful, kiddish tone of voice as they picked up their tossed basket ball, their voice distorted a bit as they transformed to their human variant.

“Awhh, cmon! Don’t be so uptight!” They teased, transforming to Xavier at the last part and then back, as they laughed, mindlessly checking to make sure you didn’t get hurt.