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“Nobody look at me or say ANYTHING. At all. Ever.”

She tripped on something and twisted an ankle doing it. All of her years of academy training, WASTED.

“Unless you have painkillers.”

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BAMF.

Kurt’s at the foot of the bed, perched like the goblin he is— with a full stack of M&M pancakes in hand and a fork just for Kitty. “Katzchen, breakfast!”

“I. AWAKE, ME. AM. HI.”

She is still in her apron and fuzzy socks, drooling attractively. Kitty Pryde, a morning person? Haha, no. But she does mimic one very effectively unless caught outright like this.

“KURT. MMMTHANK YOU.”

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“Okay. I have twenty minutes to nap before I need to start waking up more people. I’ll just turn my phone off of silent and… there.”

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"...OH, SON OF A BITCH. THANKSGIVING. I HAVE DECORATIONS TO PUT UP AND CENTERPIECES TO MAKE-"

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"Alright, grocery shopping was done yesterday. Major laundry was just dried, chore chart has been reorganized to fit in the two new kids we have attending the academy, there's snacks in the usual emergency pantries, the detention kids are cleaning the pool, my hair looks great, I'm not behind on bills or replying to emails..."

"What am I forgetting."

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she needs to stop

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Logan and Sue part 2: Bringing him home

The masses spoke and they demanded more… it took minimal convincing.

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he has no idea what he's doing

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"Hmmmm... you've got a couple weeks left to redeem yourself Kitty. Right now, you are on the Naughty List!"

"I mean, I'm Jewish. I don't even DO Christmas. But somehow this still stings."

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{ @wunderzirkus, continued: } She’s done it. Congratulations, Katherine of X: you have achieved Kurt Activation Noise. He makes a low trill in the back of his throat as he’s tugged over into her lap, but he’s warm and happy and all the more content to shove his nose up against her hair and curl entirely around her. Even his tail loops loosely around her lower arm as Kurt gets himself situated. “Hi. D’you come here often?”

There's Kitty's favorite noise from her favorite boy!! He might call himself Nightcrawler, but Kurt Wagner is anything but frightening- he's just a big softie with an even softer heart.

She presses her lips into his cheek and laughs, making sure he doesn't slip as he gets comfy. She's very glad she's been doing more lifting, lately- it means there's no chance of startling him with a sudden drop.

"Oh, constantly," Kitty smiles, kicking her feet a little bit. "People say it's almost like I live here. What about you? All by your lonesome?"

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YOUR MUSE IN COMBINED EMOJIS

tagged by @rcguevariant! tagging anyone who wants to do the thing. i used https://emojikitchen.dev/

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wunderzirkus replied to your post:

“I saved part of the black and yellow one and made a wallet out of it.”

"Recycling! You're helping save the planet, one pair of Logan's pants at a time."

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griffesxetxcigares replied to your post:

" ... Didn't they do one about my constant uniform destruction or something shit?"

"I still don't know how you keep getting uniforms killed in the field. They're BULLET-GRADE. You'd think one or two would survive more than one mission."

"They really did their homework, though. I think there was a picture of every suit the Professor's had commissioned for you since the start of the X-Men."

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wunderzirkus replied to your post:

“H’wy do you do this to me. Skandal für die Sterblichen…”

"I do it because I LOVE you and you're WONDERFUL and I'm preserving precious memories."

Okay, she's actually doing it because it's funny as heck to her and because the cover is just a picture of Kurt's butt taken by one Peter Parker. Gotta support your friends's side hustles!

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"...I love trashy superhero gossip mags. The Nightcrawler Sex Vortex article is going on my wall."

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"I KNEW HE WAS IN LOVE WITH LOGAN," one teenager hollers, and two more start actively arguing about the wording and how it's not CONCLUSIVE but no, wait, it definitely is-

And Kitty pushes a shoulder and they're slid backwards through the herd. The other questions- more innocuous, like 'can you lift a truck' and 'are you an xman now'- are easy to let go unanswered, if Creed so wishes.

But the little girl will not be denied her nail painting she was promised. She holds up four bottles of nail polish by their tops- blue, pink, red, and black- and she gets a bit closer, so he can see. Her feet aren't touching the ground, and she meets him at eye-level.

"We got four," she replies. "So you can pick."

And aside from general buzz and chatter, things are... remarkably peaceful.

Watch his language, huh? Viktor's entire face scrunched up, nose wrinkling. He doesn't give a flying fuck about age appropriate language, but there is also the possibility of being teleported into a massive bonfire, and while he is fairly certain a fight between himself and Logan would be fine, and fight between himself, Logan, and every other doo-gooder by the fire sounds like a massive pain.

"I want my stupid hair done," he amends begrudgingly, as though Kitty were pulling his teeth out with- anyway.

The little girl gets a head tilt, like he's studying her, eyes squinting- and then suddenly, before he can even so much as formulate a response, he's being swarmed by brats.

Something about this sets his teeth on edge, like white static fuzz tingling just inside his mouth. He'll chalk it up to being a little startled by the sudden attention, but, he thought wryly, he did technically ask for this. "Yeah, sure, whatever." A pause. "..what color."

He's not really sure what to do with the rest of the questions- people don't really ask him questions outside of threats and demands.

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“Nope,” Kitty smiles, popping the top on her own beer. “Nothing wrong, and nobody’s expecting you to make any public appearances. You are one hundred percent safe. Sometimes I miss you, is all.”

She doesn’t even really need to talk when Logan is around. Kitty just likes to be in the same room as him, breathing the same air. If she’s really bored, she’ll bring a book or her laptop- but she’s never been the type who has to be entertained.

In a big house with countless roommates, it’s hard to find pockets of calm. Nobody dares to bring their loud into Logan’s space unless it’s an emergency, which means this is the best place in the world to sip a beer and maybe catch a nap, if he doesn’t mind.

“Let me know if I’m bugging you,” she offers, and takes another drink. “And I’ll head out as soon as this bottle’s empty.”

" Eh. Not like they're gonna kill me. " There's a reason he smokes outside. There's a reason he started to open windows if he decided to smoke inside. Logan didn't want to risk the kids.

He makes sure she's sitting before he pushes open a curtain. Letting in a bit of barely moon light. Popping the window, pulling his cigar from his lips to take a swig of his beer. Then ambling back towards her.

In his white under shirt and dark sweat pants he slumps back down.

" So. Is this, mission socialize the old man? Or something wrong kid?"