it’s… unsettling being here. it reminds him too much of a life he has long since left behind. so much has changed and yet, it’s almost comical how much they stay the same. he’s seeing more of wolverine and storm now than he ever did while at xavier’s. they look at him with a wariness he’s used to, as if he is a dog with a bite history they’re ready to put down if he so much as sneezes the wrong way. deep down, he knows he has given them every reason to be wary but it still makes his skin itch all the same. they're nothing more than a means to an end; he can live with their distrust. what he can't live with is the way bobby drake looks at him. or rather– the way he doesn’t.
because bobby hasn’t so much as glanced in his direction since the night he arrived at the abbey, slipped free of lilith’s leash and hoping like hell he’ll not come to regret it. the confrontation that followed wasn’t anything special ( by their standards, anyway. nobody was hurt, except maybe drake's pride when he was outvoted ) but seeing @iceforms argue so vehemently against him, it has made him want to dig his heels in harder. because if bobby doesn’t think he deserves to be here then he’ll do everything he can to prove him wrong. and that starts with playing nice… or his approximation of nice, at any rate.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ come on, iceman. i know you’ve been wanting to hit me all week. well, now's your chance. ❞ the moment he sees the other, his voice carries across the training yard from where he sits on it’s steps, daring him to ignore him. he gestures with his chin to the empty arena, a smile just on the wrong side of casual. ❝ yard's free and all this kumbaya bullshit is making me want to torch something… you up for a friendly match? or are you too busy being a mopey little bitch to put your fists where your mouth is. ❞
