<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/0/9690/229586-185715-warpath.jpg)<br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Warpath<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:James "Jimmy" Proudstar<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Headed to Class<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda, open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Classes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://a1-images.myspacecdn.com/images03/31/1fc6475f31e34b6783ffaa825b9832a8/600x600.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/> <br/>  Jimmy wasn’t expecting what came next, in truth, he should have been he had been flirting with her and he was not averse to stepping up his game but he was truly not sure on if he was stepping up his game or playing into her hand…not that they weren’t nice hands at all.  “Don’t sell yourself short, a guy knowing your cup size is more liable to get a more loose tongue, batting your eyes or swirling your hair or an extra bit of sway in your hips and command a bit more attention than the red-skinned giant with bowling balls for biceps.  You have other assets besides those as well.  You have powers in your more….furryless form as well, so don’t try to snow me.  Sometimes a centerfold is what is needed in some situations.”  He replied.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I am a pretty good hunter.  Don’t get happy with the bullet resistant part, getting shot still hurts like hell.  But you are right, I don’t need much for a trail.”  He moved behind her as she entered her classroom.  ‘Lil back cocktail dress?’  “I was honestly thinking more red, but black will do too.  But Yes, Ms. Wanda  I am willing to step up my game to get you into that dress.”  He left the rest unsaid, he was surprised at her flirting with him.  He wasn’t averse to being with her, he wasn’t sure of her potential interest until now.  She hadn’t said ‘No.’  Besides if they did make it passed the cocktail dress phase he didn’t have to worry about breaking her.  Which did hold him back from pressing any other directions at this point.<br/><br/>“I didn’t think you needed a classification.  Don’t worry though if the MRA goes through they will find a place for you all right.”  He said as he chuckled.  “I just bet you do and he will gladly send a plane for you too.  Just no bunny ears please.”  He looked at her.  “We might need to do Soho separate unless we get done early enough to do all three…I am feeling like Italian tonight though.”  He was loving the grin and the way it made her eyes light up.<br/><br/><br/></div>