A new story for you-all - a five plus one, too, since they look like fun.
Characters: Scott Summers/Cyclops, Todd Tolinski/Toad. (Double alliteration, whoo!)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Todd and Scott run into some trouble, Todd more than Scott.
"Listen - I'm sorry for what they did to your paper.", Scott said, awkward, bending down to help the younger man pick up the scattered report on the ground as the two laughing Seniors who had knocked it out of his hands raced out of the room.
Todd eyed him for a moment, suspicious. And he had every right to be, Scott thought. How many times have I blasted him into a wall by now, anyway? I've lost count. I wonder if he has. Then the green man spoke up. "S'alright.", he said, gruff.
The papers were grabbed from Scotts' hands by surprisingly long, thin fingers - slightly webbed, but mostly callused and fleshy, not at all slimy.
"Next time, though, Summers? Stay on the other side of the room. I don't wanna lose my homework just 'cause they feel like pickin' on your friends, yo."
