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Pyro smirked with amusement when Bobby warned him that Scott might just murder him with a death glare. He could see that. Scott seemed to be the kind of person who would glare, and potentially give a long winded lecture about responsibility. Wouldn't be the first time he'd heard it. "Good thing I can't actually see his eyes then," John said sarcastically, though not without truth. The man wore protective gear due to his mutation. Saved Pyro the need to make eye contact when talking to him. "Either that, or he'll just kill me with boredom from one of his lectures." A vocalization of his earlier thoughts of how mundane and tedious it was to hear the teachers giving them a talk. Listening to that was in itself, punishment enough.

When Bobby agreed, Pyro grinned, clearly not about to let his friend get back to studying so quickly but would say whatever he could to appease him. "Yeah alright." Clear disinterest in his tone when it came to the topic of studying; whether it was Bobby or John. Truth was, Pyro was bored. And Bobby was the person he was closest with in the entire school. Perhaps, in his entire life. He found himself wanting to spend more time in his company which, often caused confusion amongst others considering their contrasting personalities. But, as the saying goes . . . opposites attract. And there was something attracting John to Bobby's company indeed. The depth of it, was still unknown. Or perhaps, just unspoken. John couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's reaction, taking the offered bottle in his hand.

"Well, you're officially part of the crime so you'll be going down with me," he said teasingly, as he took a rather large swig of the drink. Swallowing it, he features slightly twisted, feeling the burn of it but it felt pretty damn good. "You need to lighten up anyway," he continued to tease. "Let loose a little. There's more to life than school and studying." With that, Pyro casually slid to the side on the desk, 'accidentally' -- but really purposefully -- knocking Bobby's books and notes to the ground. He glanced at them and looked back at Bobby with a feigned innocent expression, a slight shrug of shoulders and a look as if to say Whoops though there was not an ounce of remorse that went along with it. The hint of mischief remained on his face as he took another large drink, before offering the bottle back to Bobby.

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John's smile was unwavering. Hell, he was even a bit smug that he had swiped it from the kitchen. "Yup," he answered proudly, looking at the bottle with a grin before making his way to Bobby's desk. Once there, he closed his books and pushed them to the side while responding to Bobby's next words. "Let him," he said uncaring of the consequences from Scott. There weren't exactly any professors here that John particularly liked. Scott was low on the list indeed. Too strict. Too disciplinary. And well, Pyro didn't do well with that kind of authority.

He turned to look back at his friend, pulling out the switch blade from his pocket to cut the wrapper from the top. "What are they gonna do, expel me?" He asked sarcastically. Expelling students wasn't exactly the norm here. Especially since some of the mutants didn't have anywhere else to go. Pyro hated to admit that he was one of those people. Peeling the wrapper off, he hopped up on the desk, sitting on the edge of it and opening the cap. "Here, I'll even let you have the first drink," he said, holding out the bottle to Bobby, as if he wasn't going to take no for an answer. In this opinion, he was helping his friend out by taking the edge off; taking a break from all this stress of studying.

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