Vic grinned at Mr. Beaubier's concession, though he didn't comment on it. Some of the littler kids might be adorable, but the term definitely didn't apply to him or most of his class-mates...though there were quite a few he'd apply 'cute' to, and a good few more who'd qualify for 'hot'. And a somewhat smaller selection who were very hot...which he was not going to think about now, damned hormones.
As for going home, the worst Vic had ever had to endure - so far - was black eyes, split lips, assorted bruises, and suspension from school. Nothing that bad at all in the grand scheme of things, though it had hurt plenty coming from people who'd known him - in all his green and scaly glory - his whole life. He tended to simply not dwell on it now, because he knew just how good he had it compared to so many others. Especially other physical mutants.
"Yeah, that's my favorite part of winter break," Vic countered, sticking out his tongue like a four year old. "Cleaning up after a holiday I don't celebrate." Not that he really minded that much, it generally ended up more fun than not if enough people helped.