Ooohh, damnit. Rhia thought as her hungry stomach grumbled with a ravaging hunger. She felt like she could eat a horse, literally. Of course it didn't help that she hadn't eaten in a few hours, and her metabolish was really fast. So, as a result, she had to eat a lot just stay at the weight that she has. Which for her, is no easy task.

With a feline speed she took off for the kitchen from her room, zooming through the halls making sure she didn't run into anybody or crash into anything. Because that would have been bad.

"Food food, must find food." Her arms were wrapped around her waist as she made way for the kitchen. Yes, yes, she could smell the tuna in the cabinets, and the meat, oh god the meat. Her mouth salivated at the very thought of savory tuna in her mouth. once in the kitchen, she dashed for the nearest cabinet and opened it. She grabbed five large cans of tuna and opened them one by one with her claws. Slender clawed fingers took clumps of tuna and shoved it in her mouth, inhaling it, not even bothering to chew it.

"Mmmm." god it was so good. It was so good that she barely noticed someone come in the kitchen with her. She gulped down the remaineing contents of the can and smiled sheepishly. "Oh, hello." She said, hoping she didn't sound stupid.

His hand held the paint brush with delicate ease as it stroked over the small model car gently. This was the most painstaking process of building a model car as one mess up with the paintbrush and he would be stuck with a miscolored car for the rest of his days. And the perfectionist in him just simply could not allow that to happen because then it would bother him for a very very long time. His tongue stuck out between his teeth as he finished up the last section. He was done for now, as he still had a few touch ups administer. He pulled himself up from the sitting position and picked up his paint supplies. He would wash them in the kitchen since he was hungry anyway. He walked out of his room and began the descent down to the kitchen. As he walked, Warren took in the sights of the mansion and the various people that he passed as he did so. He was enjoying his time at the Xavier Institute so far and the time that it gave him to do other things with his time.

Warren was a person who was busy most of the time, between learning how to become a shrewd businessman (but remain uncorrupt), and learning everything that he could about his powers, the winged mutant rarely found time to himself. It was rare occasions, such as today, that he was able to relax and play around with his hobby. Model cars. While some would find it an odd hobby for a man such as himself, he quite enjoyed it and the pleasure that came with building something with one's own hands.

As he walked into the kitchen one brow lifted as he watched a girl all but inhale a can of tuna. As she smiled at sheepishly at him and greeted him he flashed her a smile. "No need to be sheepish, I often find myself in a similar state of hunger," he crossed the kitchen and set a cup filled with water that he'd used to wash his paint brushes with into the sink and then began to wash off his paint brushes. "I just wish I could eat as vigoriously as you and maintain some sense of dignity, It would save me a great deal of time," he mused, the smile never leaving his face.

Rhia chuckled lightly as she opened the last can of tuna and finished it in four large bites. She licked her fingers and lips, getting all of the leftovers off and then wiped her mouth. She was a little embarassed that she had been caught inhaling five cans of tuna, but she had a feeling that he didn't care.

She smiled, revealing the feline fangs that were in her pearly white smile. "Oh, well that's comforting to hear." The feline vocals she emitted were smooth and sultry, unintentional of course, but her vocals just naturally came out that way. Deep crystal blue orbs watched as he filled a cup with water. Her head tilted curiously, while her black furry tail twitched behind her. She leaned against the edge of the isle counter.

Her sharp orbs looked him over, studying him in a way. Gorgeous wings, nice body. Birdboy. Heh. Of course she didn't mind because she liked birds. Mostly just large birds like hawks and eagles, falcons too. "Oh well, it's just a result of what I am. My 'gift' and all. Sometimes I wish i didn't eat like this, but in truth, I have to, to keep my body weight." A slender hand brushed a few stray black strands of hair out of her faced. "I have to, since my metabolism is really fast." Her smile was slightly sheepish as she looked at him, but it was also warm, and friendly. She was friendly, naturally.

"You like to paint?" Her smooth feline vocals queried, as she noticed him washing paintbrushes in the sink.

As his hands where occupied by the washing the cup out, as well as washing his own hands free of dirt, Warren took a moment to take in the sight of the girl not to far away from him. She was a fair beauty, he mused, which was perfect. If he was going to share his day off with anyone it might as well be a beautiful girl. The sound of her voice, either natural or she was flirting with him, came out in a gutteral purr that would catch the attention of any normal male. This was just getting better and better, he thought as the smile never seemed to leave his face. not only was he a friendly sort of person but he also had a feeling that he was going to enjoy this conversation. He seemed to contemplate for a moment before responding. "I'm glad I can provide a little bit of comfort to your embarressment. I can imagine that can be a little disconcerting to think that a person can walk in and see you in the admists of eating as if food were deprived from you." He flashed her a grin.

He turned his gaze back at the task at hand, and listened to her speak of her high metabolism. Warren could only imagine what that must be like, the requirement of eating constantly in order to keep up with her body's ability to process food at an quicker rate than a normal humans. "The price one has to pay for a nice figure," he complimented and responded in the same sentence. Yes, he was quite good at what he did wasn't he? "I can sympathize, my metabolism processes food rather quickly, and does not store excess fat. But I cannot eat quite as quickly as you can, perhaps that is a practiced art," he turned his head briefly to wink at her before he looked away again.

As she asked about his painting capabilities, Warren was just finishing up. He shook his hands clear of excess water and grabbed a paper towel to dry any remaining droplets from his hands. "In a manner of speaking, I'm not artist by any stretch of the imagination, I just enjoy building model cars which requires a certain degree of painting skills."

Rhia chuckled lightly, it wasn't everyday that she got to converse with a very attractive man who happened to have avian wings. Her deep blue orbs loked him over briefly before returning to his own blue orbs. "Only sometimes." Her vocals replied with smile upon her soft, lush pink rose lips. A grin crossed her features in response to his own cheeky little grin. Cute and witty, now isn't he a doll. She thought with an inward chuckle. He wasn't half bad looking either, and he seemed rather friendly, which was always a plus, she was usually friendly as well. Like a feline, she like to make friends and have attention.

A light nod was given to these words, which were, so very true. "Oh yes, of course. Everything has it's price." She said with a light chuckle, never taking her eyes off of him, not even for a second. He intrigued her, and she wished to know more about him. Though her gaze seemed to trail back to the paintbrushes had had finished washing, watching as he shook the water from the brushes, able to hear the droplets of water hit the counter and the sink.

"Ah, well still, that takes an immense amount of time and concentration. And it stillconsidered art by some." Her vocals purred, as she returned the brief wink he had given her. "By the way, love the wings....can I touch them?" She queried curiously as she walked towards him, looking from him to his lovely wings and then back to him. She wondered how soft they were. She had always loved birds. Slender hands lifted to hover over the feathers, waiting for him to either approve or disapprove of her wanting to touch them. So pretty.