WHO: Rictor & Iceman WHAT: Julio comes to mock an infirmed Bobby WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Bobby's mancave
And yet, Bobby Drake was still cold. But not a normal "hey I'm living ice" cold, more of a "oh my God my body aches and I'm feverish" cold. Yes, Bobby was a little sick but by george he was trying to power through this illness - this unfair treatment that a higher power had showered down upon him. He had all ready horded soup from Kevin earlier in the day, gotten health remedies from Sam and even some more soup from Mark. Truth be told, it had been a good day for free treasures. Maybe he should've been sick sooner...
It all would've been just that much better if his friends and colleagues hadn't made fun of him for being "diseased". Damn it, he wasn't diseased, just a little sick! He probably ate some bad fish or cow. Or maybe cat, considering his last meal before soup had been Chinese. And worst of all, the biggest offender had been that d-bag Julio Richter! First he promises some delicious soup and then, not only does he fail to bring it, but he also added fire to the slam-fest he was receiving about being sick! If that guy weren't as cute as he was, Bobby would've had a few choice words for him...
And then a heavy knock and the obnoxious tap of shoes behind his closed door. Bobby knew this meant only one thing: trouble.