@bigfcct ;
ice flicker upwards in order to seer into the scientist’s equally blue optics; even without words, alex is an expert conveying his emotions — granted, when he wants to. cold disinfectant sends small shock waves to the immediate area, alerting the mutant’s senses — its cold, unwelcoming with a faint stinging sensation but regardless that isn’t exactly what’s got the blond on flight mode. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 〝⠀ oh shut the hell up.〞 he grumbles in response, hues rolling for the second time in the opposite direction to where Hank stands, prompted by sheer annoyance.
attention fixated on the array of shiny metallic coating that dresses many of the attire within the room — tables, equipment, medical instruments. It would almost have a wicked tone to it had alex not already gotten use to the scenery after years of living here. he simple grunts at the others apology not exactly finding remorse in the other mutant. gaze flickers back over && alex almost finds himself doing a doubt take; ⠀⠀ 〝⠀ yeah I’m good, are /you/? 〞 he retorts, sarcasm ebbed into his tone as he scans the other’s expression. ⠀⠀ 〝⠀ youre apply peroxide, man, not finding the goddamn cure for cancer.〞