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// ugh i love you all and i love bby bobby but until he gets something more substantial in canon for me to work with, i can't see having much of a muse for this guy. it's really difficult for me to spin muses out of nothing, and bobby has done little to nothing in anxm thus far. so until bobby gives me something to work with, consider this blog on hiatus.
Bobby chills my balls so bad
#…wait #NOT ME
Actually, I did mean you.
Yeah, but you're an ass. Who ever listens to you?
Bobby Drake wets the bed, pass it on.
Classic Ice Man by Skottie Young
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“Battle is the fun in that,” he tilted his head slightly to the side, following most of what the other was saying. That words he all understand but he felt like he was missing something. Perhaps the younger had a strange sense of humor that he did not understand.”If I fight the headmaster again it will be to prove myself against him in battle. He bested me last time, but this time I will succeed.”
Bobby's eyes narrow slightly as the other guy speaks, and for a moment, it's almost possible to actually see the gears turning in his head. This... could... be awesome.
"So... you'll do it? Yeah?" he perks up immediately, frosty lips parting in a grin. "It's great! You get your, uh.. glorious battle. And I get to take something of the headmaster's. Everybody will be happy except for Wolverine. But who cares about him, right?"
Just Skating By
“Hm.” Sophie purses her lips, staring at the much younger version of their math teacher.
At least he’s admitted to staring. Maybe he’s naturally honest as well as stunningly immature into adulthood, or maybe he’s simply realized that there’s little point in lying now. He overplayed his hand and made something of a mess of himself there already. Esme is even inclined to simply walk away now, but she’s outvoted by the general curiosity that holds for all of the time-displaced X-Men now in their midst. They often travel in a pack (they know the feeling) and separate for different activities. If it were Warren Esme would be on board, but it’s not, so she isn’t.
They arched carefully maintained brows as his rambling speech. He seems to think the mention of Xavier will send them to pieces. Hardly.
First, a Cuckoo would never fall apart in such a manner, no matter what. They don’t allow it. Second, though they had seen his light go out, they’d been hundreds of miles away from the fight in Cerebra. And, the thing they never mentioned out loud, they had never held Xavier’s interest. Professor Xavier had taken an interest in Quire, of all people, but regarded them with as much passive attention as one might give a toaster. If they were needed, he’d expect immediate action, and then not say another word.
It’s sad that they’re all killing each other, and the aftermath has been…confusing for a number of reasons, but they aren’t moved to histrionics.
“Share a brain?” Irma repeats with a note of distaste. “Really? Staring at us and then suggesting we’re challenged.”
“He really doesn’t know how to talk to girls,” Esme adds.
"Wait, what?!" Bobby asks, snowy brows furrowed in confusion. Okay, he knows he doesn't know how to talk to girls. That's nothing new, and besides, the rest of his team has a habit of reminding him during the few times he manages to forget.
"I didn't mean you're challenged, jeez," he says, nose wrinkling slightly. Had he been thinking that, maybe? No, he'd know if he was thinking something like that. All of his thoughts about them tend to be more... wistful. They're just so.... yeah. "Don't you think if I'd actually meant that, I'd have been an idiot and just said it? I mean, at the rate I'm going here, that's the most likely thing."
Bobby's lips press together and he looks over the five of them. One seems especially bored and unimpressed, nothing new there. He's seen that look plenty of times. One seems pretty insulted by what he'd said (and apparently unintentionally insinuated, ugh), and while he thinks he can see some mild curiosity in the others, he can't be too sure.
"Look, alright, I've clearly gotten off on the worst foot possible," he says, defeated, and maybe a little annoyed. Mostly with himself. "It's not like I can introduce myself, 'cuz everyone here knows who I am already, and you're all like, way smart or whatever so of course you'll know. And everyone avoids us all the time. So I'm awkward, so sue me!"
Huffing out a cold, heavy sigh that billows visibly through the air, he at least has the decency to look a little sheepish after that outburst. Okay, so the future is hard and weird and he doesn't like it and he's not exactly handling it as well as he'd like. And as much as he could blame it on being the youngest, he doesn't want to keep using that crutch. No, he's got to learn how to deal. Maybe.
"Sorry." Straightening up a bit, he looks at each of them briefly in turn before reaching back and scratching at the back of his head. "Okay, so I'm Bobby. It's nice to meet you even though I've horribly embarrassed myself."
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“Yeah, you might want to check the labs for that,” Quentin blinked at the other. “And which Hank? Cause if you messing with the older one we might have a bit of a problem, seeing as he’s one of the few tolerable teachers here,”
"My Hank," Bobby clarifies before sighing. Even though the fuzzy Hank totally deserves it for bringing them here in the first place. Worst. Idea. Ever. Actually, spewing, frothy chemicals are way too tame for him. He needs something way more heinous. Fleas. Super fleas made out of titanium. And tiny flamethrowers. Much better. If only.
"So where are the labs, anyway?"
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“I am above petty thievery, I am a warrior and prince,” He tilts his head to the side. “If you want something from the Headmaster you should ask, or at least challenge him to battle for it.”
"Ugh," Bobby says, his nose wrinkling with distaste. "Where's the fun in that?" Not that he could even beat that guy in battle anyway. "I wouldn't stand a chance. Isn't he some bio-engineered super mongrel from Canada? I'm pretty sure that guy's been spliced with honey badger DNA or something. Hey! You should be my champion. You know, fight in my stead or whatever."
What the hell is even happening.
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“Uuuh…” Bobby reaches up and scratches at the back of his snowy head. “I’m not a teacher? That’s the lame Iceman. I’m the cool one.” He snickers.
“but Ice is always cool so you are both the cool Iceman,” Kubark narrows his eyes. “But if you are not my teacher then you can not make me do the math, this suits me well.”
"......uuh." Bobby's jaw hangs slightly agape. How... How does one carry on a conversation with someone that doesn't get puns? That's it, that's like 80% of his arsenal, gone! "It's... right. No math. But how do you feel about petty thievery? The headmaster's got these cigars, you see..."
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“Kitty get sick of you and send you to detention? It’s not her, it’s you.”
"Actually, I was looking for Chemistry," Bobby says, his lips twisting into a scowl. "I need to switch some of Hank's chemicals so they'll explode like one of those lameass volcano science projects."
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“You are not going to make me do math are you?”
"Uuuh..." Bobby reaches up and scratches at the back of his snowy head. "I'm not a teacher? That's the lame Iceman. I'm the cool one." He snickers.
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You two are obnoxious.
And you’re no help at all.
That’s because he knows I speak nothing but the truth.
Hey Hot-wings, can you stop? And you, human popsicle, take a chill pill.
For being so smart I'd have thought you could come up with better puns than that, Hank.
designationbeast replied to your post: Ω and whatever symbol means I'm going to drop you...
You two are obnoxious.
And you're no help at all.
Ω and whatever symbol means I'm going to drop you in a volcano.
I'll take you with me so I at least have hot wings in hell.
Do this anonymously or not, I wanna know.
†: I would date you.
∆: I would marry you.
*: You're cute.
: You're hot
©: I like you.
≈: I love you.
ß: I have a crush on you.
^: I want to be your friend.
Ω: I hate you.
◊: I like your blog.
∏: I would fuck you.
