#interruption meme

Your muse gets in the way of mine running laps.

Whenever the kids were out running laps and Bobby didn’t have a scheduled class that day, he tended to go down and join them just to stretch his legs a bit before grading took up the rest of his evening.  He’d been doing just that, socializing a bit with the students in the meantime and passing out water that he’d brought from inside, and by the time he’d gotten back onto the track again, he noticed they were up one overgrown kid.

Your muse catches mine out whilst they’re sneaking away all the sweets.

He’d found it.  The motherload that was Peter’s secret stash.

It was an accident, really; he hadn’t exactly been looking for it, but when he’d stumbled on it after he got up that morning from Peter’s bed, there was absolutely no turning back from that point.

Bobby procured his hoodie sweater from where he’d chucked it over a chair the night before, proceeding to stuff the pockets full of as much candy as would fit into them, and when that wasn’t enough, he made it into a bag and started shoveling candy into it by the fistful.  Unfortunately, all the rustling of the wrappers had seemed to wake the spider in question; he hadn’t realized that Peter had been staring at him until Bobby had turned around to hide the evidence.

Your muse walks in on mine eating ice-cream with their hands.

One of the perks of being the real-life Frosty the Snowman was the fact that he didn’t need to worry about cold food getting warm.  In fact, whenever they’d had ice cream available in the refrigerator, he had a bad habit of forming a scoop with his hand and taking some straight off the top, dumping it all into his opposite palm and going on his merry way.

This time, Warren had been (un)fortunate enough to catch him doing this, and when he’d turned around and realized the blond had been standing there, he glanced between his face and the ice cream in his icy palm, and shrugged.

Your muse distracts mine from cleaning the house.

It had all happened fairly quickly.

Bobby couldn’t stand watching Peter work on tech while he was visiting, and while he made exceptions for people like Hank who usually talked to him while working, the ice mutant had been determined to get himself a little bit of attention.  So, when Peter wasn’t watching him, he’d picked up a throw pillow and clouted him over the head with it; the situation had quickly dissolved from that point forward, and soon enough, Peter’s apartment was a mess of feathers and tipped over objects that had fallen victim to collateral damage.

Your muse rudely ruins the nap mine was having.

As a teacher at a very unusual school, Bobby did what he could to contribute to the overall success of the student body, but he wasn’t known to be the most diligent; he cut corners where he could cut them, more often than not, and tended to sleep in odd places when he had a few minutes in his schedule to do so.

Now was one of those times, with Bobby curled up on a couch in the teacher’s lounge.  He had calculus to teach in the half hour he’d surmised it would take, but when he hadn’t shown up to class on time for the bell, a ‘search party’ had gone out to fetch him; Sam had just been the one to discover him first.

He was dumped onto the floor within seconds, Bobby yelping in surprise as he tried to cling to the up-ended couch cushions, but when he came around, he realized his mistake.

Your muse interrupts mine during a dance work out.

Bobby loved physical activity a lot more than most of his peers; at least, it seemed that way when he was the one running the Danger Room simulations into the ground whenever he had the energy to blow and the time to kill.  But he was also a fan of music, which also meant that another physical activity he enjoyed was dancing; even if he wasn’t the most professional dancer in the world, it at least provided good cardio and woke him up in the morning.

The TV in front of him was blaring a track he’d pulled up for this particular purpose, and Bobby was following along to the dancer’s movements on the screen; he’d put on a pair of bike shorts and pulled a white tank top over his head for exercising purposes, and even though his body was cool enough to disallow sweating by any typical measure of strenuous activity, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he swayed enthusiastically along to the beat, playing the number with his hands and feet.

Your muse catches mine out whilst they’re climbing a tree.

It had been a while since he’d done something like this.

With his unique mutant ability, it was always a fairly simple ordeal getting high or getting low, able to mold and manipulate the ice to any feasible shape at his own will.  But, as Bobby peered up at the diamond tree from where he stood decidedly below, a thought had come to him unbidden.  It was a fairly tall tree with high branches, so it wouldn’t be too shabby of an example to attempt a climb with his own hands and feet; if he fell, he could simply correct the error himself in the way he was most familiar with.

He approached the trunk and coiled his arms around it at a high place, then planted the soled of his feet against the coarse bark and pulled himself up onto a steep incline.  A bit more struggling had him accomplishing the lowest branch, which he swung his knees over and hung himself upside-down.

Your muse walks in on mine singing.

Bobby had always been fond of weekends.  It was a good a time as any to relax, forget about the stresses of being a teacher for a couple of days, catch up on personal time.  And that afternoon’s ‘personal time’ consisted of turning up his laptop speakers as loud as they could go and belting out the lyrics to Holy Diver.