A Place to rest your head. OPEN
It had been a long week, much longer than it should have been. Ever since ‘the others’ had crept down into hell, Bobby had been trying to keep his usual level of enthusiasm whilst putting on a serious air. It had made him rather a rare sight as of late, flitting into his classes on time but not hanging around for trips to the pool or scoffing his face in the food halls. Even now, a week on when he should be sleeping in his bed (which had clean sheets, no doubt smelled amazing too), Bobby Drake’s face was pressed against the comfortable leather of Kitty’s office chair, paperwork scattered over the desk. His hands were covered in the red and black ink from doing the accounts, and in his dreams all he could see were columns and numbers. It wasn’t the most pleasant sleep, but it was the most he had allowed himself to have in the past three days; perhaps the most dangerous thing to do. His sleep was light, and despite countless hours of training and conditioning - Bobby had allowed himself to close his eyes without locking the door to Kitty’s office. It was for the students, but his mind was on edge because of it, twitching ever so slightly in the chair, trying to smell the familiar scents of Xmen to sooth him. It didn’t work, of course it didn’t, especially when the sound of the door opening ever so slightly was heard over the shuffling of papers in his dreams, footsteps following that. Bobby’s entire body tensed, but he did not open his eyes, breathing softly to mimic sleep. As soon as the person got close, he’d strike.
