Percussion
The disgruntled teenager rifled through a special dresser in his soundproof room upstairs, oblivious to the conversations below. While he was up there, he had a little time to thing to himself about the people that he'd brought into his house. He actually didn't mind having guests over, in fact, Angelfire and Tigress seemed pretty cool (if a little over-the-top.) He also thought that it'd be pretty great to get to know Astral better. But what he couldn't quite grasp was how he got stuck with Gauntlet and Nightlander.
One of them was rude, overconfident, and kinda grimdark. The other one was almost worse, being some emo/goth with weird shadow powers. It felt like they were both out to get him, in one way or another. Both of them would make him nervous if he had just passed by them in an alleyway. He was a littler more than nervous to have them in his house. He hoped that he'd be able to handle them if it came down to him having to use his powers.
Eventually he came downstairs to the sound of people ordering different types of Pizza. "Hit me up with some mushrooms man. The food kind dude."
"Anyways," He said, turning to the two ladies. "I hope these fit." He threw them girl's t-shirts and jeans in what he assumed was close to their sizes. He was pretty good at guessing that kind of stuff for the same reasons he had them on hand.
"Oh hey, Tigress." Drake said, looking at her for a second. "What happened to your mask? Did you get rid of it because you knew it sucked?"