These are a lot of fun to write so I am writing more. Makes sense right?
Hank is X.L Terrestrial, Elliot is Kyd Wykkyd, Mammoth is Baron, Gizmo is Mikron, Seemore is Seymour, Private Hive is Bailey, Angel is Angel, Billy is Billy, Jinx is Jinx.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except for Kyd Wykkyd. Because he's cute stuff that one is.
It was nearly impossible to make Elliot angry or annoyed, usually he would only became slightly peeved. He could definitely get his feelings hurt, but the person who caused the hurt would immediately scramble over themselves to make it better. A pouting Elliot was not someone to be denied. He could make any hardened criminal feel overwhelmingly guilty and/or think of flowers. And he used that power easily.
However since it was so hard to make him cross the Hive had devised a game around doing so. Certainly the shenanigans weren't constant, for if they were then Elliot would be completely miserable and tormented. And no one really did anything that would make him feel put upon or sad. But here and there someone would poke at him or pretend not to listen. He only sent a hurt look at them and they immediately changed their tactics.
But Hank was incredibly bored. Hell, it was math class; anyone in their right mind would want to carve their ears out with their number two pencil, with the exception perhaps of Mikron. Or maybe not Mikron because, although the kid was a genius, it wasn't like he enjoyed class. Even though math class was boring to everyone in the room Hank was certain that he was, without a doubt, the most bored and miserable person in the room, seriously. He didn't even see why the Hive needed math. Maybe some things would help with heists but turning equations into something else? Why would he need that?
He looked over at Elliot struggling to understand what the teacher was prattling on about. If any class could run your tempers dry it was math. Math's misery had mostly to do with the teacher, the fat transformer who attempted to teach a room of cynical Hive students. Ms. Kelly could turn into a duck, no wonder she had gotten a job teaching math. Beware the duck woman! He could practically see the papers. Hank looked over towards Elliot again.
Elliot was staring blankly at the board, an expression of pure misery etched across his face. He was trying to understand what she was going on about, really he was. It was just the concept was so confusing and her weird waddle was awfully distracting. Suddenly he felt a sharp jab to the back of his shoulder. He turned around slowly, confused at the sudden rough treatment.
Hank was sitting three seats behind him, a single finger extended across the three tables, much to Billy's chagrin, to reach Elliot's shoulder. He mouthed a 'what' at Hank who just shrugged, maddeningly. The teleporter turned around to concentrate on the teacher. He was jabbed again.
This time he didn't turn around because no doubt it was for the same reason as last time. Once again he was poked on the same shoulder in the same spot. Every two seconds he was prodded like clockwork. His patience began to grind down to the lowest he could remember it being.
One of his red eyes twitched and he shot a look at the clock. Only two more minutes left of this irritation and he was done with class.
The nudging only came more quickly.
Poke
Poke
Poke
Pokepokepokepokepokepokepokepoke-
That was it! Wheeling around Elliot grabbed the edge of his cape and sliced the protruding index finger right off. Hank gaped at him in astonishment as well as pride. Billy looked flabbergasted. Elliot beamed with pride.
The bastard could regenerate anyway.