Logan groaned and flopped in a chair, preparing his student worksheet for the next class. Best part about planning classes for a fight class was there was really nothing much to plan. But next class they'd be practicing defenses.
Pietro sat with Lonnie and pushed a ball back and forth to eachother with smiles. Scott pouted. He wanted to play.
"Play?" he crawled over to them.
Lonnie just looked at him, "Go 'way," he continued to play. Scott wasn't a good sharer nor was he a fair player. And if they didn't want to play what he wanted he'd ruin everyone elses fun.
Scott pouted and glared. He grabbed the ball from Lonnie.
"No! Gimme!" Lonnie grabbed it and pulled back. Scott growled and tried to pull it out of his hands, starting a tug of war that only lasted until until they scratched the ball and it burst.
Lonnie looked at the remnants and began to cry sadly. He really liked that ball. Scott just threw the pieces down.
Piotr picked up his younger brother, "Whats wrong?" he patted his back.
" 'Cotty broke my toy!" he cried into the Russian's shoulder.
"Oh, its ok," he shushed him, rubbing his back, "You can go sit in time out until you learn to play nicely," he glared at Scott.
"I don't wanna sit on the naughty chair," Scotty sobbed.
"Get to the chair!" Alex told him. He didn't like hearing Scott's whining, especially when he was trying to do math. Scott just sobbed and sat on the ground, refusing to move, even when Alex gave him the glare.
Alex rolled his eyes and walked over, grabbing his arm and slapping the back of his thigh, "Get to the stool!"
Scott cried and rubbed the spot of impact, running to the stool in the corner and facing the wall. Alex just rolled his eyes and went back to homework.
"All the joys of parenting, none of the joys of sex," he huffed.
Piotr gave a sympathetic smile as he bottle fed Lonnie. Logan just smirked and drank his Deja Blue.