The shower running

The shower is running. Someone else is in the room already. Whoever put me here? Unlikely... they'd never be so stupid as to just leave me here and take a shower... so then...

I creep slowly toward the bathroom door, changing my shape as I go into my usual "costume". The door is slightly ajar, so I maneuver to peek inside. The silhouette in the hot steam is unmistakable... I'd know that clunky prosthetic hand anywhere.

"Maker!" I blurt it involuntarily, and with a bit more warmth and a lot less venom than I would have liked. I still use his old name, but he's going by Forge now... he's a mutant, and usually not one on my side.

Our relationship is... complicated... and rather antagonistic at times. The last time I saw him, he helped Xavier me and then left me twisting in the wind. We've had our tender moments though, and they're not so long ago that I can't appreciate the delightful shape of his bare ass through the steam.

Fortunately, I he seems not to have heard me.

The initiative is mine.