"You can't be serious?!" Holding at arms length, Logan sneered at the new and highly flamboyant yellow and blue latex costume recently handed to him. "I thought the mission was to remain under cover not go flying in looking like some damn canary."
"The professor has reason to believe the brotherhood is planning some kind of secret reunion and 'we' were chosen to scope it out. Amateurish clothing or not we have a job to do." Despite his sensibility, Scott couldn't hide the smirk pulling across his face towards the expressive choice of words.
Standing within the sub levels of the school, the younger mutant pulled at his own 'custom' made uniform. The material clung tightly to his warm skin, outlining the lean form hidden beneath but despite the strict demeanour, feeling the eyes of the more animalistic individual sweeping over him sent a welcome shiver down his spine.
With a nostalgic shrug, Logan moved to pull off of his loose fitting sweatshirt, quickly tossing the garment to one side. "So - what event are we required to attend?"
"It's called a 'Comic Con'-" Folding his red quartz glasses, Scott instinctively closed his eyes, patting down his utility belt in search of a suitable protective case. "I did some research and it sounds like a gathering for people with common interests and creative minds. It allows them opportunity to meet and great there idols while discussing thoughts and ideas."
Blindly reaching out, Scott felt around for the visor accompanying his costume, taking a few additional steps in direction of where he was pretty sure he left them. The pads of his fingers incidentally grazed against unruly hair, spanning across a perfectly sculptured torso.
"Um"
"Feeling for these Slim?"
A gravely laugh erupting from his throat as a deep blush spread across the team leaders cheeks. It was a rare but satisfying visage not to mention The coloured latex had taken on a form fitting closeness leaving, to both men's dismay, little to the imagination.
Reaching out, Logan reluctantly handed over the protective visor his fingers gently wrapped around the others wrist for guidance.
"So - who's idea was it to dress as comic replicas of ourselves and not as other 'Heroes' such as iron dude, fish man -"
Turning away to secure the protective aid Scott pursed his lips as the heat spreading over his cheeks intensified. "Iron Man and Aqua Man? They're surprisingly not as big as you think, besides me and Storm figured having you dressing up as yourself would appeal to your already inflated ego."
"It's like you know me -"
Moving towards the exit, Scott paused turning on his heel. "I'll see you aboard the 'Blackbird', just - hurry up"
"Yeah ..."