"Uh, yeah, she does make a good point there guys," Kevin said as he nodded towards Citali, he wasn't taking sides or anything, but he felt she her words were justified in a sense, "It's reasonable that people would think two guys with their shirts off would be inappropriate....Inside a school...With children? Yeah, well, I think I should be heading back upstairs to see if my paint dried. Just when the static was getting good too." Kevin wasn't sure what came out of his mouth at the end there even made sense to the others, but it didn't matter as long as he understood. As he walked past Citali he patted her head and gave a low chuckled, surely with her attitude she'd punch him or something later, luckily he was already gone before she could do anything. He was on the stairs, heading up them, he walked back into his room getting hit in the face by the smell of cherry blossoms. [I]Better than art and old sandwiches[/I], Kevin thought as he walked to his skulls and slightly dappled them with a clean and thin paint brush. [I]Still wet, oh well then[/I], Kevin thought. 

He didn't know what to do then, so he decided to clean his room, always the last resort of having nothing to do. He went on the search for old food first, hopefully with the random powers here nothing was turned into a food monster. But with his luck, two sandwiches later he found one that opened it's mouth, mouth as in two pieces of bread and peanut butter.....Yes, [I]just[/I], peanut butter. He couldn't believe it, despite calling that it would happen, he couldn't believe he called it. He couldn't believe that it had actually transformed into a semi-living being. He couldn't even believe it wasn't butter, because, well, it was peanut butter but it [I]wasn't[/I] the time to be thinking of that. 

He grabbed an old fish tank from his shelf and sat it on his desk, the fish tank wasn't used yet as he was saving it up for when he actually got fish....Long story short he never got any fish. He picked up the mutant sandwich and gently placed it in the fish tank, thinking he'd give it to one of those science geeks or something. He continued cleaning until he was done, running a hand through his now dry hair he decided to finally put a shirt, a light purple one, but a shirt nonetheless. Walking downstairs he saw that the line had cleared up, so he walked in, grabbed a bagel, and walked out. He went down to the sub levels and entered the Danger Room control room where the teachers were. He didn't have training today, but he wanted to watch the younger students train. Biting into his bagel, he stood behind everyone watching.