elementals

Tim: And Bart is one of them. Patience is a virtue!

Bart: NOT ONE OF MINE!!!

Alex had maybe been out of the lab he frequented for a grand total of three minutes when suddenly he’s met with a lap-full of Prince. “Prince Ahura,” he greets, keeping things formal as he always did for their initial greeting of the day. “I was trying to eat my granola, you dillweed,” he smirks, setting the bowl directly onto the man’s back. He knows it’s only seconds before Ahura moves, so he’s quick to control the gravity around the bowl, levitating it in the air. “There, there,” he says dryly, patting the other’s back with an open palm. “Do you consider yourself saved now?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” Ahura groaned rolling his eyes at Alex before shifting his weight on the male. “You’re always stuffing your mouth so that can wait, I have important venting things I needed to get out with you.” Nose pressed against the male’s lap, he chuckled as the man pats his back. “Absolute worst person ever, but sure fine I’m saved. Still, diplomatic relations between the inhuman civilization with mutants and meta-humans not to mention aliens are really strained now. The media doesn’t really care to know the differences, all they want are new poster boy heroes, or a considerable menace for those old farts to pass very bigoted laws. If you came with me, everything would be easier, but nobody takes me seriously cause of my age.”