https://t.co/m5erIfgFKE but fr, happy pride! always remember that who you are is beautiful, no matter what and that you’re so loved. if you go to any events, stay safe and drink water! 🫶
⠀⠀ ⠀ when scott gently hits his forehead, bobby plays into it by immediately falling backwards into the couch cushions as though he were forcibly pushed.
“I’ve been attacked! and by the hands of my own fiancé. what a world this is.”
lifting a finger as if to beckon ~
- actual ill intent.
“but you’re not a worm, weirdo.” scott reached a palm up and lightly tapped it on bobby’s forehead.
“though a worm wouldn’t scold me as much. . .” a pause. “when can you become that worm?”
A JOKE.
⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝙤𝙝 . . .
he isn’t expecting that. to hear his name called with such tenderness and affection as a single digit brings his chin upwards.
hazel eyes meet scott’s own visage, and his feigned annoyance is gone so quickly from his face, replaced with soft admiration. ~
⠀⠀ ⠀ bobby gives a less than thrilled look in cyclops’ direction, chin tilting downwards ever so slightly.
“you don’t have to feed ice, scott. it’s ice.”
he may be feigning annoyance, but he’s just happy that scott is being stupid with him again instead of cooping ~
“probably,” scott replied with a playfully look toying over his visage.
“maybe not. i wouldn’t know what to do with you. would i have to feed you?
i mean, i guess it’s not much different than what i do now.”
scott turned just a little and snickered quietly.