Who: Pyro; tag Iceman (open to Colossus) When: Thursday, June 19th, 2008 (2AM) Where: Xavier's; the study What: love notes Status: in progress Rating: PG-13
9:45 PM (JUNE 17TH) Guard Duty. Whatever. John didn't have much else to do around Xavier's - no more homework and field trips. He was usually sitting on his ass somewhere - he might as well have been sitting on his ass while covering it. He was happy about the mixed company for guard duty, as well. At least once or twice a night a member of the Brotherhood was sitting with an X-Man, making sure all was well. But he knew Sabretooth (before the accident) and Mystique had been keeping an extra eye open - they all were.
He was headed out now, and he trudged his way down the hall and past Rogue's door. In the dim light, he noticed the carpet had a bright spot of discoloration. It was a piece of paper. Without a thought in his head, he bent, pulled the rest from under the door's cover and unfolded it.
Rogue, I've been thinking about you a lot lately and I want to see you again. I want to talk privately, so if you're up to it, meet me in the study at 2. I'll be waiting for you.
Yours, Bobby
As he read, John's jaw shifted forward and he gritted his teeth in amused annoyance. That son of a bitch. He couldn't leave well enough alone. Pyro slipped the re-folded paper into his back pocket and made for this guard post. The southern belle would have to go without any soft serve tonight. John had other plans.
1:59 AM (JUNE 18TH) The pyrokine moved from his guard station across the lawn and back into the mansion, instead of to his own room in the Brotherhood's dorm. He had a hot date. "I'm Mr. White Christmas... I'm Mr. Snow..." John spoke the lines to the famous holiday flick in a singsong voice as he slid into the shadow of the doorway in the study. "Feeling a little blue, Bobby?" his voice was low and deep, laden with disdain. The Aussie native crossed his arms at his chest and leaned his shoulder into the door frame, awaiting any response from the disgruntled suburbian.