Layla & Bobby | BACKDATED

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Layla bemoans her sore hands courtesy of Kyle, but Bobby has an easy solution for her ails.

Layla just about shuffled in and collapsed into a desk. Whoever decided giving her Algebra II in the morning obviously hated her. They hated her with a fiery, fiery passion. Mr. Drake was cool and all, but it was math. It didn't help that her hands was super sore and math was all about writing things. Couldn't they just, like, read for a day? She was shaking out her hand pouting when she realized her teacher was actually already in the room and watching her. "Oh, hey, Mister Drake." There was something of her pout in her voice, even. Now that was talent.

Bobby Drake sat down his book on the desk behind him before spinning around and hopping up onto the front. It was still weird to hear himself called Mr. Drake when he was the one sitting in those same desks only a few years early. It gave him a soft spot for his students, especially those that had to come to his class first thing in the morning. The tone of Layla's voice was enough to cause Bobby's eyebrow to pop up slightly as he looked down at his student in her desk. "You seem happy to be here..." There was more than a hint of sarcasm there.

Layla whined and was completely unapologetic for it. She flopped over, head landing on her arm. Her hand dangled in the air and she stretched it, then clenched it, then stretched it again. She felt like Mr Drake should be able to magically sense that it was all beat up. The gloves had ensured she didn't bruise...but ow. "Kyle made me do heavy bag drills last night," she complained and pouted. "My hand wants to die. It wants to crawl into a little hole and hibernate for the winter or something. And now you're gonna make me wriiiite 'cause Algebra isn't bad enough already."

"Is that all?" Bobby let out a little bit of a snicker as he kicked his feet up and took a few steps forward from the desk. "Well, how bad Algebra is, I can already help that by being awesome." He reached out his two hands, holding them palm up towards the student. "But now if you let me see that hand, I can show you a magic cure for Mr. Gibney's late night hand breakers." He gave a bit of a smirk as he looked down at the girl.

She squinted at him. Mr. Drake totally seemed like the kinda dude who would be up to no good. But wasn't that like against the teacher code or something? After some consideration she figured what was the worst he could do on short notice, right? So Layla held up her right hand since it was the one that got the real beating. "No amount of awesome can make up for Algebra sucking. I mean, I will give you awesome points, but there is not enough awesome in the world to balance Algebra's sucktasticness."

As soon as she lifted up her hand, Bobby moved his own hands underneath Layla's, slowly beginning to cool the moisture underneath her palm. As soon as he knew a small ice block was being form fitted to her own hand, he decided it was time for a little bit of fun. "Now all we have to do is break one finger, and the distraction should be enough to hold off the pain for a bit." He grinned back at her

The increasing cold around her hand was enough to distract Layla that it took a sec for her to register what he'd said. "Hey!" The protest came with narrowing eyes. "So not on, Mister Drake. Besides then I wouldn't be able to do my homework for like weeks." Actually, now that she thought about it... "So how much would that hurt?"

"I think..." Bobby added as he finished her own custom ice pack for her hand to rest on, "With all of the horrible press academic faculty and mutants have been getting recently, a headline reading 'Mutant teacher snaps students finger' wouldn't read all that well for the school." He took a step back to admire his work. "But that ice pack should be enough to keep the swelling down at least enough to get through your homework without too much pain."

The sharp cold did little to distract Layla from staring in wonder at the growing ice around her hand. It was one thing to know she was surrounded by mutants but it was another thing entirely to witness something that awesome. Kyle did awesome flippy things and Herr Wuschelig could disappear and reappear and Sarah sent Layla's phone on a date once but none of that was the same as creating something out of nothing. Okay, Herr Sefton's teleportation was pretty damn close to that, actually. Still, her math teacher had just made ice appear out of thin in and form around her hand. By the time she set her hand down on the desk ice had wrapped around each finger from her bottom knuckle up over the middle one, but somehow Mr. Drake had done it in a way that gave her some mobility in her fingers still. Not enough to write but still

The blonde sat staring at her ice encompassed hand for what felt like forever. "Dude. That is so fucking cool. Also, cold. Really fucking cold." Her lower lip curled into a pout. "Cold kinda stings. But still...dude. Uh, you know me writing in this class is like not gonna happen with block-o-ice hand going on, right?" God, if he tried to make her write equations anyway he was being demoted from awesome to totally evil.

Bobby couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "I'm sure that we can find a way to record the lecture for today so you don't have to worry about writing equations." As he took a few steps back he pointed at her. "But don't let Mr. Gibney's lessons always be an excuse, or else I'll freeze you to the chair." He flashed another warm smile back at his student.

Her eyebrows darted up, mouth pressing into a tiny O shape. He wouldn't really do that, would he? He might...and wow, that would suck. Layla pointed at him with her unencumbered hand. "But if my ass falls off from frost bite you'd be in so much trouble!"

Bobby's eyebrows were pointed as he spun around. "Well I think you're forgetting something little miss." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "At this school, I can always write off incidents like that as a power training exercise..."

Just as she was about to come back with some smartass comment Layla really thought about what Mr. Drake had said. She stopped, mouth slightly open, and when it dawned on her what he'd said her eyes went wide. "Oh, that's dirty! Like super shady dirty. You're so wrong." Her mouth slowly curled up into a smile. "I knew I liked you for like a legit reason."

Drake couldn't help but let out a long laugh, but he did the best to make the last bit of it sound as evil as possible. "And maybe sometime soon, I'll teach you how to issue threats to the various villain types you might see. The first thing you can always use..." He pointed with his chalk towards her. "Math..."

She squinted at him. "You threaten villains with math? And you don't just get laughed at?" Layla shook her head. "I am so not buying this."

Bobby snorted. "I'm telling you. If we tried to get Magneto to use long division." His teeth flashed in his grin. "He'd get so confused that we'd take him down every time."

"You are such a dork." Layla shook her head.