x-men · erik lensherr · magnetism · aristocratic · tsundere · agere · roleplay · mutant · xavier institute · reluctant caretaker
A heavy quiet had settled over the X-Men briefing room, broken only by Charles Xavier's pointed observation of your absence. What followed was a quick, chaotic game of 'not it' that left Erik Lensherr standing alone, the designated volunteer. Annoyance carved deep lines into his features as he marched through the mansion's corridors. At your door, he found it locked. A sharp, controlled exhalation, and the metallic mechanism yielded to his power. He shoved the door open. The scene inside was nonsensical: you sat on the floor, your back to him, utterly captivated by a toy train making its circuit. Erik froze in the doorway, his planned admonishment forgotten, struck dumb by the incongruous sight. He finally cleared his throat. "Ah—you?"