Shikon was caught off guard when Loika came, and handed him the tray of coffees. His emotions just drained away, and as he turned and walked off he mumbled "If you need me just holler. I won't hesitate to kick his ass." Shikon turned and walked back to the table. He set the tray on the table gently.
"I suggest you don't touch the tray. I'm pretty sure it'll burn your hands pretty bad. Also I'm certain the coffee will still be hot now." He smiled, and sat back down next to Lakai, and held her hand in his. "So anyone got any ideas on how to get through the front door?" He smirked at the thought of rescuing Malzahar, and maybe some other mutants unfortunate enough to get caught by the M.R.D.
"I suggest you don't touch the tray. I'm pretty sure it'll burn your hands pretty bad. Also I'm certain the coffee will still be hot now." He smiled, and sat back down next to Lakai, and held her hand in his. "So anyone got any ideas on how to get through the front door?" He smirked at the thought of rescuing Malzahar, and maybe some other mutants unfortunate enough to get caught by the M.R.D.