"I do not appreciate you dropping him on me," Hank scolded the history teacher, "I got the prongs out of his gums and palate."
"Well that's what happens when you're the school nurse and an off on teacher when you're not under arrest for something. Is that why his teeth have been hurting?" Logan tapped at the items on the desk.
"I'm sure that might not have helped, but I doubt that's the precise reason," he glanced over, "How long has he been here now? A week? Two?"
"Three and a half," the man rolled his eyes, "He's a two year old. Always complaining about being bored. Tapping and making noise during classes, fidgeting and moving about. He's worse than the students."
Hank glanced to his desk as Logan tapped at it, "Hm. And when he's not in class with you? When it's just you two?"
"He's ok for the most part when we're not in class."
"Maybe he feels neglected?" Beast suggested, "I notice when you two are in the cafeteria he likes to be very near you."
"Oh you have no idea," he scoffed.
"He's stressed over something. People don't tend to break steel over something as simple as boredom. It's similar to nail biting in his case." he handed him a handful of what may have once been some forks.
"He had all these?" Logan looked wide eyed through the fragments of steel.
Hank nodded, "He crunched on those the whole time he was in my class. I think his pain is psychosomatic."
"Ok?"
"The tooth pain is all in his head. And probably goes hand and hand with him being stressed out."
"So," He tossed the scrap metal in the trash, "He's teething?"
"For lack of better way of explaining, sure. To him that might be what it feels like," the scientist rolled his eyes, "It might help if he had a distraction."
"I'll ask Chuck if he can exercise in the gym, maybe even roam a little while I'm teaching."
"I think that would help out a lot. Now, if you don't mind," he smiled, "I am going to enjoy a book with my bunny slippers."
That made him smirk some, "Ok. Oh! One more thing," he handed him a folded up piece of paper, "I don't think he knows how to write…"
Hank looked to the quiz Victor apparently took then handed it back to Logan, "This is shorthand, Logan."
"Well I'm going to teach him to write in English, since I can't read that."
x
Victor hummed to himself as he tapped against the wall. Baby brother was talking to his furry friend so he was left outside to wait. This building was so...boring, yet busy. The scurrying about of the students and teachers. He didn't appreciate how they stopped to stare at him, as if he were an exhibit in a museum.
He hated the fact that he was to be in one room for upwards to five or six hours a day. Listening to the same topic over and over and over. A watered down version of real events. So deluded to make others think it better, it was actually funny. They weren't there, they had no clue the true depth of the wars. No idea the wonders he'd seen throughout the generations.
"You thinking or really into that door?" Logan followed his brother's line of sight.
"Well, the door is very interesting," he nodded.
"Let's go talk to Chuck," he walked ahead of his brother, expecting him to follow, which of course he did.
x
After a lengthy conversation with Logan, Xavier decided to send him out of the room and talk to Victor directly.
"Hello, Victor," he smiled, "How are things for you?"
The cat like mutant stared at him silently.
The man rubbed his head, as if to rub nonexistent hair towards the back of his scalp, "Just because I can read your mind doesn't mean I will. I would rather you talk to me. How are you adjusting here?"
"It's very trite."
Xavier nodded, "I can understand your viewpoint. As you've been well behaved you can roam the school alone but you are not to interrupt classes and stay away from Scott. Also, check in with Logan at least once every couple hours."
"Got it," he stood and went towards the door.
"Victor?" Xavier called, "Feel free to come and talk to me. I do want to help you."
"Noted," he quickly left the room. He would be sure to not take him up on that.
X
"So, what do you want to do with your new freedom?" Logan asked around the safety pins in his mouth.
"See how much easier this is when the person is lying down?" he lifted his hips, "Want to play tennis?"
"Sure, can't be too hard," he set the nappy in a laundry bag and cleaned him up, "How much did you go? That thing is really heavy."
"I have been drinking a lot of milk today."
"You and your cloth," he fastened the first pin at the right
"Don't bad mouth my cloth, it's comfy." he stuck his tongue out, "I don't know why you don't wear them more often."
"I like them but I want my secret to remain a secret," he pinned the other side, "You want this cutesie thing back on?"
"It's how I keep from leaking, so yes, I would like it back on. And while you're talking about secrets, more people would know about you and your disposable before they found out about me."
Logan paused a minute, "Why?"
"Disposable swell more, for one," the elder sat up, "And you have to constantly toss and buy more. In this big ss school someone is gonna smell the trash, or eventually notice one peeking out of a bag. Your saving grace probably is the size of this place."
"Well you have to wash yours," he strapped the sides of the turtle print cover.
"Yes, and I wash them myself," he shrugged, "I save money." Victor pulled his pants up and grabbed his brother's hand, "Now come play with me."