Flickering Out
"'My mind works like a cigarette lighter – if I let it out from under my thumb, it disappears.'"
Bobby was on the floor laughing his head off almost before St. John had finished reading the T-shirt in his hands.
Glaring heatedly – no mutant powers pun intended – at his boyfriend, Pyro said icily – ditto this pun – "Do you find something funny, Ice Man?"
Bobby snickered to a halt and answered with apparent disregard for his continued existence, "Yeah – you." He then once again started up a laugh track for his demise in wake of his answer.
Feeling his blood boil in a way which had nothing to do with his mutant fire power, St. John asked – more like demanded – "What is so funny about this? I'm not stupid."
"No, you aren't," Bobby agreed, his levity finally starting to subside. "That's why it's so funny – because it's so wrong. You make straight A's in the advanced classes, and are on the honor roll. That shirt is so wrong it's funny," he said, pointing to the scrap of cloth in St. John's hand. His own was practically shaking he was laughing so hard.
Unwillingly, a small, almost nonexistent, smile started twitching at the corners of the redhead's lips. It was rather funny, now that he thought about it.
His almost-smile disappeared. But that didn't mean the insult chain was going to end here. No way. He still had revenge to get.
Flicking on his lighter, St. John grinned maniacally. Someone's ass was going to be burned to a crisp before Pyro was through.