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Title: Oatmeal
Fandom: 616 X-men
Characters: Scott Summers
Prompt: Breakfast
Word Count: 146
Rating: G
Summary: Oatmeal
Author's Notes:
Scott liked Bobby, most of the time.
Early mornings, however, he liked no one.
He particularly liked no one when he was sitting and minding his own business, waiting on the damned coffee to finish percolating and he was hit in the side of the head by a spoon full of oatmeal.
It was probably a good thing that his glasses hid most of his face. It was definitely a good thing that he saw red all the time, anyway. Otherwise it might have made him wonder if he was about to have a stroke.
The trobbing in his temple as he turned toward Bobby, mechanically slow and fixed him with that hidden gaze probably made everyone else wonder anyway.
He opened his mouth to yell.
Oatmeal slid out of his hair and plopped into his coffee.
He took a deep breath, and.
Laughed.
Title: Oatmeal
Fandom: 616 X-men
Characters: Scott Summers
Prompt: Breakfast
Word Count: 146
Rating: G
Summary: Oatmeal
Author's Notes:
Scott liked Bobby, most of the time.
Early mornings, however, he liked no one.
He particularly liked no one when he was sitting and minding his own business, waiting on the damned coffee to finish percolating and he was hit in the side of the head by a spoon full of oatmeal.
It was probably a good thing that his glasses hid most of his face. It was definitely a good thing that he saw red all the time, anyway. Otherwise it might have made him wonder if he was about to have a stroke.
The trobbing in his temple as he turned toward Bobby, mechanically slow and fixed him with that hidden gaze probably made everyone else wonder anyway.
He opened his mouth to yell.
Oatmeal slid out of his hair and plopped into his coffee.
He took a deep breath, and.
Laughed.