But a scarlet flash as he bumps by, looking back to yelp apologetically. “Oh, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮!”

ooc. i will not be writing anything romantic with characters that are students (including young jean grey). let’s make that clear.

The Wolverine gets under his skin like no other. He has since the moment they met, and continues to now — though perhaps with a little less venom. His tense form loosens slightly upon retreat, exhaling quietly. “Some things are eternal.”

He’s not sure what a ‘meme’ is.

⠀⠀ Lights out, students.❜

If one plans to attack a pupil of his, they should know they will be met with his full concussive fury.

It’s not 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 the same if it’s a fellow student behind the attack. But, he and this ‘asshole’ should know that they have a no tolerance policy regarding violence.

A playful roll of hidden hues. “You too, Emma.”

“I was hoping it would set the mood.” Flirtation rather than scolding, a smirk curling the edge of his lips.

No harm in turning on the charm now that the children have been put to bed. “But — if you want me to boss you around, we could try that . . .”

He slithers closer to the beautiful blonde, lithe and dark like a wild cat. Hands fall upon hips. “Let’s.”

Surprised for a pause before plucking the kernel from his shirt. “Any particular reason you’re throwing food at me, Amelia?”

Answer: not to steal Scott’s glasses.

𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧.

Does he not realize the risks?

. . . So he plans to knowingly endanger everyone?

It’s nice to be right.

⠀ ✗✗✗ ⠀

⠀⠀ What’s this 𝑴.𝑪.𝑴. you’re all ⠀⠀ going on about?❜

“Well, ( Amie ) — if you’ve got too much free time, I’m more than willing to put together some extra work for you.” A playful threat, the teacher’s arms crossing.