The smell of ice was fresh, clean, willing to wipe all others away even despite an apocalypse. It reminded him of his teenage years in Canada learning to be a mini Wolverine, but in a way that let him recall on the alone times there, because it was so pure.
That was what Bobby smelled like. He had a human scent, sure, but it was so much cleaner. It wasnât difficult to follow right now, as he strolled along to find him.
Heâd been aware Bobby had used to reside in Haven before Daken had ever even come here, but he hadnât met him since his return â he hadnât seen him in a very long time â not since before. And Daken owed him. He didnât like owing people, but when it came with sacrifice, he couldnât forget it. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his brow knit deep in thought. There were plenty of reasons to hate the X-Men, but Iceman wasnât one of them. Daken doubted the guy liked him much in return, but at least he was genuinely good, not ruled entirely by some idiotic and sanctimonious obsession to prove the world wrong for hating and fearing them.
He didnât like the guy per se â too morally uprighteous not to be annoying â but he owed him for living up to that morality and helping him, even when helping him had been the wrong thing to do. Heâd misjudged him, once upon a time, that he knew. Daken didnât like owing people, but when it came with sacrifice, he at least had a shed of honor not to forget it.
Maybe some would find it odd, then, that he was stalking him. Good thing those people didnât have a voice right now. There he was. Bobby looked handsome, despite the apocalypse and everything that entailed. He wondered how he would be on the inside. Hopefully decently vulnerable. It would be nice to have an easy upper hand. âHey there, snowflake,â he headed around towards him, hands still in his pocket, with a tentative smile.
Today was Bobbyâs self assigned day off. Or at least a few hours off if someone needed him. It was a cool day, a light dusting of snow had covered the grounds earlier this morning and the sun was finally peeking out from behind the clouds. And Bobby Drake wasnât the kind of guy to pass up getting some rays. Sunbathing while it was cold out was also one of his favorite activities. It made people do a double take most of the time if they werenât aware of his powers.Â
It also meant he could do a little self care and smoke. He hadnât since he left, nothing good ever came from having a foggy mind while camped out alone.
It was quiet. Actually it was a really nice day. He balled his shirt up to make a pillow and relaxed in the rusty lawn chair heâd scavenged from his parentâs backyard.
Heâd taken his second hit when he heard Daken. Oh boy.
He exhaled, turning his head through the smoke, waving his hand to dissipate it as his sunglasses dropped slightly down his nose to get a better look. Sure he was startled. But his high was starting to kick in and he really couldnât be bothered.
âHey there, Apocalypse Now,â He chuckled at his own joke. âHowâs it been?â He took another hit, holding it for a bit before exhaling again.
âTake a seat. Relax a minute.â