Bobby
Bobby's eyes skimmed over the page in the book quickly. He was sitting down in the medlabs, chatting to Hank every so often, focusing on the book Hank had given him. Ok, one of the books.
Ever since he'd confided in the blue furred medic, he'd found himself swamped in schoolwork and books. Hank was determined to get him into Uni, probably so he'd stop hanging around the medlabs and trying to convince him to blow off research in order to play some video games, watch cartoons and eat losts of twinkies.
So Bobby was studying his ass off, so that he could catch up with the other people who'd be in his course.
If anyone had asked him a few months ago, Bobby didn't exactly think he would have been able to say that he would be matriculating with the class of 2004, at NYU, studying accounting and a side degree of e-commerce.
He was officially going to do something about his life.
Scary.
He'd already decided that he'd move out of the mansion and live on campus at NYU. He figured he may as well just leave for awhile, get himself really settled into studying, away from most distractions. Unfortunately, he'd be away from Julie and Octavian, but right now, Bobby wanted to do well in his course.
He'd never been smart, per se, and he wanted to prove himself. Of course, he was still practising with his mutation, and was actually getting better. He was now able to cover his body in ice, rather than just snow. Unfortunately, just his body, not his clothes, so that seemed to be a draw back at the moment.
Bobby sighed slightly and lifted up his book, trying to focus on the history text Hank had lent him.