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| Dissolved Girl; 5/24 - late night-(Little Kitty, Nezhno) | |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 4 2016, 03:03 PM Post #31 |
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Did that even make sense? That somebody could be exactly like somebody else and it still not be the same? Kitty frowned and let that slosh around in her head a second or two. While Nezh...probably went totally quite trying to figure out what kinda nonsense this was now. Yeah. Lying on Nezh's bathroom floor, still, when she really probably shouldn't be but also wasn't sure what mixing drunken phasing and throwing up would make happen. While beer stole her IQ points (shouldn't be able to, since she was positive she threw it all up plus some extra already, but it was still happening anyway) and she made no sense at him. Awesome. “I don’t know,” he said finally, which confirmed just how much not-sense she was making. Nezh was smart, really smart, and it had to be bad (and embarrassing, god so embarrassing, Kitty suspected she needed to actually be drunker to make that stop). “I think maybe I could see why that would suck more. Than if he wasn’t exactly the same, I mean. Um.” Kitty managed a kinda a half-nod (moving her head more, not a great idea) of agreement. Yep. More suck. Definitely more suck. Because the Logan was, but still wasn't. And never would be. And, yeah, she still missed him. Maybe especially now. Nezh had let her keep his fingers and he hadn't run away yet, but she held on kinda carefully anyway. Just in case. And she got herself turned over without barfing again. “If it was… Indra,” he started again, fingers pressing against hers a little more and she wrapped hers slightly tighter on his, too, as her beer soaked brain pulled up a memory of a smiling, puple skinned boy. Paras, who'd wanted rainbow people and for things to be right again, “or… my mother,” he added and even if she couldn't look him in the face, still, she could squeeze his fingers a little again. Something told her if it'd been her mom, or her dad, it might've been easier than Logan but even with significantly less IQ points than normal that wasn't something Kitty Pryde thought she should say out loud. Nezh already thought she was...probably not the greatest person ever after all...this. No point giving him more reason to think that. “If it were me,” the Wakandan boy who still insisted on being nice to her and not running away, or throwing her out, after this complete disaster of a (room invasion, drunken, stupid groping, babbling) night continued, “I think I might want them to be different. A little different, anyway. I think it would probably be easier that way. To. Um. Keep my head straight about them. Maybe.”[/b][/i] "Yeah," she agreed again quietly. Man, okay, needed to find more words than that. The beer hadn't killed all her words. She still had words she could use that were better than that, even if, nope, still could look him in the eyes. So she settled for his ear, still, not quite able to make out what his expression was from looking there. She just knew there was one. "Yeah," annnd there it was again, but she had more she could put with it. And she needed to, because Nezh really did seem to get it. "Because we're not getting ours back and seeing the ones like them..." Trailing off, she pursed her lips a little. God, that really was an awful, awful used beer taste in her mouth. "It kinda makes you know that more than you already did." She wrinkled her nose slightly, since that at least didn't make any part of her upset because something moved. "And that's definitely not sensible, only it still seems to work that way, anyway." So...take that, sensible not!Logan. Or something. Also, she really needed to figure out how to get off his bathroom floor, so he could stop feeling like he should sit with her on it an go to bed like he probably wanted. But first she needed it to stop randomly moving and spinning. Then she needed to put on her big girl panties and go deal with Bobby. Probably after she'd stopped wanting to throw up more other dimensional beer, except right now she kinda felt like Bobby deserved dealing with that experience way more than Nezh. |
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| Gentle | Sep 5 2016, 05:55 AM Post #32 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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He really, really didn’t know about this topic. What Nezhno did have was his imagination, which had never really been all that reliable, and which was currently not really helping him, leaving him to try to work through it with whatever other mental skills he could summon. Personal insight and perceptivity had always been Indra’s thing, so that left… well, trying to work through the problem one step at a time and break it down. Logic wasn’t really the same thing as sense, so that probably wouldn’t be breaking his promise. So… if something like this had happened to him - which meant, really, if it had been an Indra who’d come through that portal. Or perhaps his mother, maybe it should have been her that he thought of first, but never mind whether that was odd… …anyway, that was a chunk that maybe he could hold onto, and kind of try to mentally rotate to see where it fitted, and what thought he could attach to it. If that happened, then… how would he feel? What would he want them to be? Different, Nezhno decided after a moment. Or at least a little different. Probably not so different that they didn’t even know who you were, but… not the same. If they were exactly the same, how could he - how could anyone - keep their heads straight about them? Maybe. He wasn’t one hundred percent he followed his own logic, but at the very least, that meant it probably definitely wasn’t sensible. And… “Yeah,” she agreed again quietly. But it didn’t sound quite like the ‘broken’ kind of quiet that Nezhno associated with the worst nights in the barracks. More like a thoughtful kind of quiet. Unless it was just an alcohol kind of quiet - biting uncertainly at the inside of his lip, Nezhno glanced back toward the slender brunette, only to realize he didn’t really know how to actually spot and distinguish that. Veil might have known, but… well, he couldn’t exactly ask her without putting Kitty Pryde in an uncomfortable - um. well, a more uncomfortable position. So. He’d just… maybe… “Yeah,” she said again, but this time it wasn’t just that. “Because we're not getting ours back and seeing the ones like them…” His teeth now having migrated from lip-biting to being partially clamped around part of the inside of his cheek, Nezhno nodded silently, watching Kitty pause, and look thoughtful. Or maybe slightly… disgusted? “It kinda makes you know that more than you already did." She wrinkled her nose slightly, looking uncomfortable, but not quite like she was in imminent need of another bolt to the toilet bowl, at least. “And that's definitely not sensible, only it still seems to work that way, anyway." Nezhno forced his jaw to let his cheek go, then nodded again. He hadn’t really thought about it that way, but it… well, like most things Kitty Pryde said, beer or no beer, it did actually make sense, even though he would have literally tried to really bite his mouth before saying that out loud right now to Kitty Pryde. Forget that American song about not knowing what you had till it was gone - maybe there couldn’t really be recognizing exactly what you were missing until it was right in front of you. Like the piece that would solve - no, like a picture of the piece that would solve a mechanical puzzle, except that you couldn’t slot it in to make it work… Alright, analogies were really also not one of his mental skills. He’d just… not say that one out loud either. It had made him think of something else though, now that he… um, well, thought about it. “You want something even less sensible?” Nezhno asked, brows drawing down and then back up again as he turned a questioning glance in Kitty’s direction to check whether she had more important things occupying her mind right now, “I think you just managed to make me feel sorry for Quentin.” That probably sounded weird - well, he didn’t really understand exactly what had happened to the one-time Nate, former Hound, but the bits and pieces Quentin and other people had dropped over the last few days added up to at least a few things that seemed somewhat consistent. For a given value of consistent, anyway. “At least we get to still know our memories of them were real,” Nezhno offered, thinking he probably needed to provide at least something that was in the general category of explanation, then leaned his head slowly back against the sink cabinet to try to think about what he’d just said. “Huh.” |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 5 2016, 02:05 PM Post #33 |
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Nope. No being sensible. Why start now? If she was gonna do sensible, she should've done it way sooner than now (before the groping, god). But it way too late for that so...take that, other!Logan. Or...something. She was definitely not being sensible (or making sense, which might not be the same thing exactly, or able to sit up) and none of what she'd said was at all sensible, even if it was true. And she still couldn't seem to look Nezh in the face to see how confusing that'd actually come out, so Kitty settled for looking at his ear and, well, maybe waited to see how much that'd added to the big pile of awkward they had already. Man, she needed to figure out how to get off his floor (and figure out how to make it stop moving first, probably) and out of his hair. So he could go back to sleep and so she could...deal with all the crap with Bobby. Who she had to break up with. Possibly with bonus throwing up on him if she did it soon. Which should've made her feel guilty, except she thought the beer had kinda drowned her ability for that there. Or maybe it was just because she secretly kinda thought he might deserve a little of that. But the teenager kept that to herself, at least (even now, pretty sure saying it out loud would be bad), and kinda just waited for Nezh to tell how much sense she was not making. Still. He'd at least be nice about it. “You want something even less sensible?” Nezhno asked, and from the corner of her eyes she could kind of make out one of his eyebrows headed down. Like maybe he couldn't believe he'd actually found something less sensible for her to hear? Yeah, could definitely believe that, “I think you just managed to make me feel sorry for Quentin.” Kitty opened her mouth, closed it again since she hadn't let that sink in properly and just then realized it. Her own eyebrows went down, too, as she tried to get a grip on that idea. Stupid beer in giant cans. “At least we get to still know our memories of them were real,” Nezhno offered, which was a point. A point she could even get into her soggy brain. Still... “Huh.” "Wow," popped out of her mouth first as Nezh leaned back against the sink a little and she kinda tried to move carefully again. Floor? Not that comfortable for laying, but still nice and cool at least. Making him feel bad for Quentin kinda deserved a wow, though. "Uh...Sorry?" Kitty ventured when she tried to figure out what should come next. It would probably be good to apologize for putting Quentin sympathy in his brain. Yes. "Erm," came after that as she way more slowly than usual followed the line of thought to get it to add up. "Oh man, and now I feel kinda bad for him, too." For all the Hound crap and the bad brain rewiring job and- Great. Now she'd stuffed that in both their brains and they had to have sympathy for Quentin, added onto all the rest of the Beer Chain of Disaster. "That's it, I'm so over beer." Beer was bad. Buffy so had that wrong. "He did get kinda screwed over, though, didn't he?" the brunette admitted/asked. Didn't wanna feel bad for Quentin, but couldn't help it if she really thought about it. "Quentin makes it really hard to feel bad for him most of the time, since he's an ass, but I still kinda do anyway sometimes. All the stuff that got done to him," by Jean, but she couldn't really get those words out, "was pretty bad. And it wasn't fair, either. Nobody deserves to have their mind and memories messed with." Ogun had taught her that. So, yeah, she felt bad for him for all that. When she wasn't wanting to strangle him or knock him out so he wouldn't get them blown up or melted or eaten by some of Nemesis' rogue goo. "I really need the floor to stop moving around," Kitty tacked on, apropos of absolutely and totally nothing (was she starting to sound like Veil now? Oh god, she thought she might be. Stupid, stupid beer.) other than thinking maybe if she said it the floor might hear her and understand and cut it out. Pretty sure she couldn't break up with Bobby, or puke on him, or both, from Nezh's bathroom floor. It'd be a little impractical and definitely kinda take the impact out of the whole thing. |
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| Gentle | Sep 6 2016, 12:42 AM Post #34 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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Huh. One of two things was possible. One was that he was so far out of his depth here, in his room’s bathroom, with Kitty Pryde, who was drunk, and hadn’t meant things, that his brain was starting to bob about to stay afloat. It was also possible he was simply starting to get too accustomed to this directive of not being sensible. His brain had certainly just taken a turn in a direction Nezhno hadn’t really expected it to go, and from Kitty’s words about the particular awkwardness of interdimensional visitors who were too close to being the people they were, it had ended up, of all things, at Quentin. More specifically, feeling sorry for the former Hound, which was something he had been trying to do for the last few days, knowing that he really probably ought to, but meeting with success that was patchy at the very best. But… now, yeah. Thinking about what Kitty had been saying, that had made that happen, because however hard it was to be confronted by copies of the people who were missing (or just missing them, and imagining the rest, in his own case), at least… well, at least they still knew those memories were real. Not made by people who- well, yeah, that was getting to the parts the Wakandan was pretty sure he still didn’t have the knowledge or the understanding to think about, so he’d stop that train of thinking there, but it still added up to more or less the same thing. Really having to feel truly sorry for Quentin, and what he was dealing with. Huh. “Wow,” said Kitty, as Nezhno turned that idea over in his head a little more, trying to work at it to see if it would be less strange. Probably not, if that was the reaction he was getting. “Uh…Sorry?” [she] ventured, sounding as though that might be a best guess at a reaction. Nezhno tilted his head to one side, twitching one corner of his mouth as he tried to dismiss the weirdness with a one shouldered shrug. “Well… um,” was about all he could think to try to say in answer, because her reaction definitely felt like the saner route here, which meant that he was managing to make less sense than a person who was drunk enough to do things they didn’t mean, not to mention throwing up. Where it came to not being sensible, apparently he was a natural. “Erm,” came after that though. A little while after that. “Oh man, and now I feel kinda bad for him, too.” Nezhno shot her a sympathetic look. He did know how weird that particular thought felt to think, at least. “That’s it, I'm so over beer.” Adding a somewhat more uncertain nod for that (he didn’t really know how that one felt, but maybe he could guess at least a little, seeing her expressions), Nezhno stayed silent. Mostly because new skill or not, he didn’t know what exactly he could say that would be appropriately not sensible, in this case. “He did get kinda screwed over, though, didn't he?” Kitty added though, after another moment or so’s thought. “Quentin makes it really hard to feel bad for him most of the time, since he's an ass, but I still kinda do anyway sometimes. All the stuff that got done to him,” which she kind of paused after, as though she were shying away from it, and that made perfect sense, “was pretty bad. And it wasn't fair, either. Nobody deserves to have their mind and memories messed with.” “No,” Nezhno agreed quietly, looking down at his legs where the tattoos had silvered over where his scars had been, and thinking that in quite a few ways, they didn’t seem that bad. “I really need the floor to stop moving around,” Kitty announced after that, breaking up a train of thought that was probably better for the disassembly, all in all, even if her statement did send the Wakandan boy’s eyebrows shooting upward again. Did… was that an ironic metaphor, or did she actually think that was something that was happening in the world right now? Again, the only person he could think of that he might have been able to ask who probably knew something about how drunk people saw the world and what might help them was Veil, and again… yeah, there were a whole lot of reasons he couldn’t. Instead, Nezhno squeezed the hand that he was holding again, hoping that… well, who knew. It wasn’t completely unpossible that it might give a steadier signal to her vestibular system, was it? Maybe? Anyway, he’d done it. “Do you think having some water might help?” he asked then, a little tentatively. “Or… um. Not?” That could probably go either way, with the nausea, couldn’t it? Gods, he really wished he knew something about this. So that he could actually be helpful, instead of himself, and awkward. “I’d try speaking to the floor for you, only I suspect it wouldn’t listen to me.” And that was about the limit of ideas of things that he could offer right now. Except to go back and see if he could find her pants for her, and… um. Well. Yeah. That really, really didn’t seem like something he could say right now. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 6 2016, 06:27 PM Post #35 |
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They were stuck. Stuck with feeling bad for Quentin in their heads. It was allllll her fault and she was really sorry. Stupid beer. And stupid not!Logan. Somehow, this was his fault, too. Kitty knew it, except she couldn't figure out how yet. Sorry, though. That she could still figured out and she owed Nezh at least that for putting Quentin sympathy in his head. His head kinda canted a little, and he might've been...grimacing? smiling? really hard to tell from looking at his ear. “Well… um,” the Wakandan boy replied, which probably said it all. Or all you could say. She wasn't exactly doing better herself, and there was feeling bad for Quentin in her head and...gah! So done with beer. So, so over it. Beer was dead to her. Nezh bobbed his head, so Kitty guessed he agreed (or was possibly just humoring her as she channeled Veil or something, god) and, yeah. Quentin. Feeling bad for Quentin, which she sometimes did despite the way he made it almost impossible a lot of the time to have any sympathy for him and his stupid crap. Still, even he didn't deserve the Hound stuff. Or all the stuff that was done to him. By Ahab. By Jean, their Jean, and her own really broken mind. He might be an ass but he was an ass that got completely screwed over. It was an awful feeling, when even your memories didn't get to be yours. “No,” Nezhno agreed quietly, looking down at his legs and the silvery tattoos that glowed in the bathroom light. Her eyes darted to his face, really quick, but couldn't stay there and slid away again. Uggh. She really didn't wanna go the rest've her life not being able to look Nezhno Abedimi in the eye, except she didn't know how to fix it, either. So, instead she...crooked another finger around one of his. Carefully, so he could move it away again if he wanted. Not the same as being able to look at him, but...it was something. Now, if she could figure out how to make the floor stop moving. She was completely over that, too, and she needed to...deboyfriend herself (which was gonna suck and she was gonna feel guilty and probably sad, but not that guilty or sad she knew already). And go somewhere else that wasn't taking up all Nezh's bathroom space. And probably sleep. The order for how all that should happen still was a liiiitle foggy in her head, though. There was another squeeze on her fingers from Nezh and she smiled just a little. That didn't count as more groping if she squeezed back, again, right? The brunette was pretty sure that was right, so she did. It might not stop the floor from doing whatever it wanted but that was...that was really nice. Maybe even slightly less awkward? “Do you think having some water might help?” he asked then, a little tentatively as she thought that over, or tried to. “Or… um. Not?” Yeah, that was the thing she was kinda hanging on. It might be the not. If there was beer left in her stomach (even if she didn't that could be possible), how would it feel about the water? Nezh looked a little confused, she thought (from what she could see from the edges of her eyes as she...yeah, stared at his ear some more. Sigh.) and she so completely understood that, even with the five giant beers getting in the way still. “I’d try speaking to the floor for you, only I suspect it wouldn’t listen to me.” Kitty grinned a little, she couldn't help it. "That's the nicest thing anybody ever offered to do for me," she asserted, even if she asserted it to his ear mostly. "Be a floor whisperer. That's awesome." Yeah, he was still being way too nice to her, and that made her feel a little guilty again too, but it felt nice anyway. "Maybe I'll try the water," Kitty ventured, smile fading in favor of an uncertain frown type thing. "It kinda sounds good right now," and cool and cool was good, "if you don't mind. And, well, I need to go have a fight with Bobby and break up with him." Oh man, was she oversharing out loud again? Kinda thought she was, but it just kept coming out. "So it probably won't matter if I throw that up on him, too. |
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| Gentle | Sep 7 2016, 07:28 AM Post #36 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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Not the pants. He knew he really, really wouldn’t be able to suggest getting those without… well.. no, he definitely just couldn’t go there. As he was fresh out of other useful ideas though, there seemed to be nothing for it to try to bridge the silence before the pit of awkward sucked away the small piece of progress they’d made again with the first thing he could think of. He’d offer to speak to the floor for her. About its… moving. Only he didn’t expect it would listen. And that really wasn’t helpful at all, was it? Except against all likelihood, it brought a smile to Kitty Pryde’s face. Not just a small one, like before, but a real smile, far more like her normal one. Maybe not exactly as bright as he’d gotten used to, but it… …put another of those cold, sinking feelings back into his kidneys, actually, when he thought about those, and about what it was like now, after this, and the Thing, and the awkward. Willing himself to put that aside, where it belonged, and where it couldn’t get in the way - well, where it couldn’t get any further in the way - Nezhno made himself find a small, careful smile in return. He thought it might not be too odd a one, even if he couldn’t quite find a way to look at her, so much as a point on the tile just a little beyond her hair. “That’s the nicest thing anybody ever offered to do for me," she asserted, which Nezhno decided probably had to be an assessment that was being driven more by beer than reality. For her sake, he really hoped so, anyway. “Be a floor whisperer. That's awesome.” In spite of himself, Nezhno kind of found he’d let out a short, surprised, soft laugh. “Maybe if it worked, it could be a little useful.” Not exactly the… gods, what was it that Gloria called Veil’s thing with Julian? Floppy white boy whispering? It probably would be a lot easier, not to mention less dangerous, to try to acquire skills with difficult floors than that. “But… umm…” He didn’t really have anything that he could find to finish that sentence though. “Maybe I'll try the water," Kitty ventured into the silence before it could get completely sucked back into that pit, not looking quite so pleased any more. “It kinda sounds good right now,” she continued, which was all the encouragement Nezhno needed to resolve to start immediately toward getting her some, and he’d already started bracing himself with his free hand to get enough leverage to get back to his feet by the time she was tacking on an “if you don't mind.” Of course he didn’t mind - he’d just need to lean this way, just a little, and probably retrieve his hand back from hers, so he didn’t drag her up with him, and… “And, well, I need to go have a fight with Bobby and break up with him.” She- Caught off-guard in the middle of getting up, Nezhno managed to both almost freeze and partially start at the same time, the result of which was that the hand he’d been starting to carefully slip out of Kitty’s fingers jerked away instead, like it was obeying some kind of reflex-like signal that was definitely processing faster than his brain was right now. She- She didn’t- He- didn’t know what to say, and Kitty was continuing on with her thought just as - what was that? Casually? Blithely? Intoxicatedly? - as she had before, saying “So it probably won't matter if I throw that up on him, too.” Hoping very strongly (if not very certainly) that he’d got his face into a sufficiently neutral expression, if she happened to look at him, Nezhno carefully turned toward the sink, focusing a possibly excessive amount of attention on locating the disposable biodegradable cup things that he was pretty sure had been right there earlier that evening. He should… say something. He knew he should. Something about… well, it couldn’t be about the Thing, earlier, obviously. That probably had nothing at all to do with this, or with anything, and she hadn’t Meant to do that, anyway. Oh. What if she didn’t really mean to do this, either? If this, too, was really just about the beer, and about her friends, and all of that? That thought came to the Wakandan as he fumbled for the cup with one hand, and the faucet with the other, and tried not to catch any glimpse of his own face in the mirror, in case the expression on it was as confused and awkward as he suspected it to be from the full on cold feeling that had finished with his kidneys and now felt like it was trying to climb up toward his pancreas. If so, he should… well, he should probably try to talk her out of it. Or about at least thinking about delaying it, until she was in a state where she knew what she meant to do again, because he’d hate to think what she’d have to go through if she did, and the regretted it afterward. “Umm…” he said, and the sound of his voice only really managed to serve to remind him how long it had been till he’d said anything. “Do you think…” he started, but he couldn’t find a way to actually ask Kitty Pryde the question about whether she thought that breaking up with her boyfriend was a good idea, so that start just trailed off, hanging in the air. “Do you think that could be the beer?” he said instead, working hard to try to make that sound casual and conversational too, as he watched the water trickle slowly into the cup from a tap he’d only half-opened, hoping to buy himself a little extra time. “It seems like it made you need to fight the floor. And your own stomach.” And… he really didn’t know if he was doing the right thing here, with any of this, but it definitely felt as though he wasn’t. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 7 2016, 01:01 PM Post #37 |
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Nezh was offering to be her Floor Whisperer. That was really, really nice of him. And awesome. And something she definitely need so that maybe his bathroom floor would stop moving around so my (the walls, too, but they didn't matter as much since she didn't need to walk on those) and she could go do all the things she needed to do. And there were things. Things that would hurt, and things that would make her sad, and things that would be hard. But also, she kinda thought, things she should've done before now, when she was phasing into people's rooms (Nezh's room) and she was doing things that...made this happen. All the awkward happen. In spite of that, though, right now, Kitty smiled an almost normal smile. Because floor whisper. That was awesome. It even made Nezh laugh a little and that...that was awesome, too. Better. Better than all the awkward she'd threw all over them both. “Maybe if it worked, it could be a little useful.” She almost managed to look him in the actual face then, still smiling. Not quite, but it was closer than staring at his ear, even though she went back to that. “But… umm…” Nothing came immediately after that, but that was okay. Or, well, maybe not okay when her mouth decided to fill in that space by announcing all the things that Kitty was pretty sure, despite the beer, she should've kept inside her head. Not the water, that did sound good if Nezh didn't mind getting her some (and it didn't seem like he did), but throwing up on Bobby. And fighting with Bobby (yeah, there'd definitely be a fight and he'd probably call her crazy and tell her what an awful girlfriend she was, again, and how her feelings were all wrong, which kinda made the idea of throwing up all over him even more appealing), and breaking up with Bobby. And- Belatedly, she realized that Nezh had gone really still, except that his hand had jerked away from hers. Jerked, not just pulled, and there was that sinking feeling in her middle that really did make her want to throw up again. Except for reasons that had nothing to do with stupid amounts of beer and everything to do with - yeah, stupid amounts of actual stupid; all the things she'd obviously, definitely messed up here tonight. Now, she'd just piled more on top of that and even Nezh, no matter how nice he was, couldn't ignore it all anymore. Curling her fingers in, back against her hand, Kitty settled her eyes on the base of the toilet, half-realizing Nezh had gotten up and then surprised when he didn't just sprint out of the bathroom after all. Instead, she heard the water running. Yeah, he'd still do that, wouldn't he? Get her some water, no matter how awful he had to think she was, drunkenly groping him in his own room while he was asleep and then talking about throwing up and fighting with, and breaking up with her boyfriend who was obviously having a really hard time with...well, pretty much everything. Okay, well, yeah. Y'know, she could kind of agree with that. She probably was horrible for even thinking about it right now, especially. The timing was the worst. He'd just lost one've his friends. Of course, so had she but maybe she really couldn't understand. She'd been trying and it wasn't working, so...what was the point anymore? Drawing her arms in closer, not quite curling into a ball, but pulling in a little, maybe, Kitty had no clue what to say. Where the heck were all the beer induced words that kept pouring out all the other times? “Umm…” [Nezh] said, and she moved her head enough to kinda focus on his...feet. “Do you think…” he started, but then stopped. Nope, pretty sure she stopped thinking at least two beers ago. Stupid beer. “Do you think that could be the beer?” he said instead, and Kitty frowned a little, mostly confused. "Pretty sure I'm blaming a lotta stuff on the beer," she mumbled, still trying to work that around in her head. “It seems like it made you need to fight the floor. And your own stomach.” Oh. Oh, he meant Bobby. So...he really did think she was awful for that, didn't he? Yeah, of course, anybody would. Everybody probably would. He was kinda right about that, wasn't he, though? The beer and the floor and her stomach. But... "Yeah," the brunette agreed, still staring at his feet. Her eyes failed at going any higher. "Too much beer," she added, brows drawing in slightly. "But...uh...I think-" Kitty kinda paused there, not sure what to say next, or if she should or could say anything. She never really had, not to anybody. Maybe...maybe if she had... Well, who knew. Not her. Not at all. "I think," she started again, trying to form some words that wouldn't sound as awful and stupid as she felt (some was probably still the beer, but right now she thought not all anymore), "it's...umm..too much Bobby, too. Or maybe too much me. I don't know." More not making sense, probably, but she remembered Nezh asking her, down in the Morgue, if Bobby might've done that to Mel. It was a little fuzzy right now, but she definitely remembered, and she remembered that several seconds of really, really not being sure enough anymore that he wouldn't to actually say no. |
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| Gentle | Sep 9 2016, 09:37 PM Post #38 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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What was a person supposed to think about something like this? Let alone what ought you to say - he’d table that, Nezhno had decided as so far beyond of his zone of competency as to be unnecessary to try to put any time on considering. If he’d been able to do any considering at all, that was. His brain was pretty sure it didn’t want to cooperate on… anything. Except that cold feeling that was coming from something like the pancreas now. He was forcing it (his brain, that was. Probably not the pancreas) through the steps that went into the procurement of a cup of water, at the moment. There weren’t a lot of those, but it turned out that you could make them each last a little while if you really focused. He was trying to make his brain think, and it really didn’t want to. But when he did, there was a particular point that he kept sticking on, or coming back to, or circling. Beer had made Kitty Pryde do a- a lo- a few things she hadn’t meant to do, already. And he was- she was a- she was much too nice a person to let that keep happening to her like she was now, if there was any chance she might regret it. So. Um. That was probably what he had to think, and also what he had to try to say. Now. Um. Right. “Do you think that could be the beer?” he asked, looking at the sink. “Pretty sure I'm blaming a lotta stuff on the beer," he heard Kitty mumble after a moment, probably from roughly the same place she’d been before. Had she sat up? He could know if he turned around, or even glanced up at the mirror, but he didn’t think he’d do that very well yet, so instead Nezhno kept his eyes on the water, and kept going. “It seems like it made you need to fight the floor. And your own stomach,” he pointed out, which seemed as though maybe that could be a sign that there were things that she might feel like she wanted to fight with right now, that she wouldn’t usually. “Yeah,” came the answer, slightly delayed, as though - well, Nezhno wasn’t sure about that. As if it were reluctant? As if it were… “Too much beer," she added, a little more definitely. Yes. Um. That. “But…uh…I think-“ she said, but then she stopped. And the cup was completely full now, so he didn’t need to keep watching it. Nezhno closed off the faucet, and tried not to swallow nervously against the cold feeling as he turned back around to face her. Or… not really face her, as it turned out. She had sat up, but she was looking downward, at the floor, and she’d wrapped her arms around herself, and… gods, she looked like the loneliest girl in the whole world right now, and he didn’t know what to do about it. What would Ind- Nezhno started to think, then cut himself off inside his head. It didn’t really matter right now, because whatever it might have been, it was something that he wouldn’t be able to manage. He wasn’t Indra. “I think," she started again, as he stood there watching her, like a stiff, awkward, statue, who didn’t know how to help, “it’s…umm..too much Bobby, too. Or maybe too much me. I don't know.” “I don’t think-“ Nezhno began to reply then abruptly closed his mouth again. He’d managed, (thankfully, at least) to catch himself before he could have blurted out the whole of what he’d been about to say. I don’t think there could ever be too much you. It was the truth, but at least if he couldn’t do anything to help, he could at least not do something that would - could - only make things even more awkward for Kitty Pryde than all the things she was dealing with now. Not that. He couldn’t say that. So now he had to. Find something else. To say. Still trying to work at that, Nezhno carefully began to kneel down, holding the water carefully to try not to spill it. “Um. I think you might find it easier to… know,” he suggested, stumbling a little over what verb exactly he should be using there, but holding out the water cup in front of her, “if you let the beer get out of your system first.” Where was she looking now? Would she know where he was? He reached out with his free hand - a little tentatively - to her arm, to let her know where he was. “Or you could talk about it. With someone.” He added that because they had been saying that to each other, back and forth, enough this week. And it hadn’t suddenly become wrong, just because of a cold feeling in any of his viscera. Or at least it hadn’t suddenly become wrong for her to do it with someone else. “I don’t know anything about this sort of thing, but. Um. Maybe that would help.” There probably was something better than that he could have done or said, wasn’t there? Gods, he really wished he knew what it was. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 10 2016, 02:02 AM Post #39 |
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Too much beer. So too much beer. Nezh was right about that part, Kitty thought, and she was blaming beer for a lot of things right now, but...it wasn't just that. She thought... Well, she thought that it was too much Bobby, too. Not an easy thing to say, it wasn't something she'd really said to anybody except maybe Yana. And Yana had told her to...be more understanding and better with Bobby. So. Yeah. Probably no wonder Nezh was kinda thinking she wasn't doing the right thing here, too. That it was the beer talking, even if she didn't think it was. It felt, well, it really did feel like too much Bobby. Like he hadn't listened to one thing she'd tried to tell him or say to him since she got back. But maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it wasn't too much him. Maybe it was - Too much her. Maybe Yana was right and she wasn't trying hard enough even when it felt like she was out of things to try to make things better. Like she was out of energy to try with. Maybe she just didn't know. Alright, so, yeah. He probably thought she was awful. She felt pretty awful, even though she couldn't blame that on the beer or even managing to get herself into a mostly sitting position (hadn't forgot it was hard to drink water lying down at least) this time. The floor was still spinning a little but not as much as it was so she couldn't blame it on that, either. “I don’t think-“ Nezhno began then closed his mouth before he got anything else out. Even he couldn't manage to be nice enough to outright tell her something he didn't believe himself, probably. He was still somewhere over there, though the running water had stopped. Still couldn't manage to look at him, though. Definitely didn't wanna see the look on his face right now, while he probably was trying to figure out what to even do with the stupid girl still in his bathroom that wanted to dump her broken boyfriend right after his friend died, so she just kept staring at the base of the toilet. “Um. I think you might find it easier to… know,” he suggested, closer now, even if she hadn't realized he'd moved. Yeah, god, stupid beer, “if you let the beer get out of your system first.” "Yeah," the brunette...kind of agreed or maybe just acknowledged. Even she wasn't sure which. "Maybe." It was definitely good advice. She couldn't imagine Nezh giving her bad advice. But being a Kitty sans-beer wouldn't change anything she was pretty sure. It didn't feel like it would. It hadn't felt like it would before the beer. Even if it probably should've. Or should. Something touched her arm and it was Nezh and, oh, yeah. He had the water. There it was, practically right in front of her and she hadn't noticed that, either. Now, though, she focused on it, instead of having to look at Nezh, and reached out for it carefully. "Thanks," she at least remembered to do that before wrapping her fingers around the cup - one've those biodegradable ones that were all over the place. Nice to know SHIELD was concerned with the environment while it was trying to wipe them all out. “Or you could talk about it. With someone.” Kitty nodded as she sipped the water and tried to ignore that clammy thing that wasn't the water settled in her stomach. Someone, but not him, she didn't think. Why would he want to hear anymore of this? After...god, everything tonight? “I don’t know anything about this sort of thing, but. Um. Maybe that would help.” That confirmed exactly what she'd been thinking, didn't it? And she couldn't blame him at all. If was her and some drunk person came into her room while she was asleep, groped her and then threw up all in the bathroom and wouldn't get off the floor, no way would she be even close to this patient or understanding. Uggh, she really needed to get out of his bathroom and out of his hair and...stop dumping her crap on him. Of course he didn't wanna deal with it. "I kinda talked to Yana a few days ago. She basically said I needed to be more patient and try harder." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug as she took another swallow and waited a second or two to make sure that was still okay with her stomach. "But you're probably right," Kitty agreed, looking down into the water left in the cup now. "I probably need to de-beer myself and maybe find somebody to talk to first." Somebody that she'd hoped might be- But she cut that thought off and drank some more water instead. Didn't matter, 'cause she'd kinda torpedoed that, groped it and possibly threw up on it. One thing she did know, though, besides no more beer: she was not listening to Luke Cage's wife, or a random Logan, again. |
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| Gentle | Sep 11 2016, 06:00 AM Post #40 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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“Yeah,” the girl in front of him acknowledged, rather than agreed, in response to his suggestion about letting the beer get out of her system before she tried to ‘know’ what she was thinking. “Maybe.” Maybe sounded approximately right to Nezhno, who wasn’t really feeling very sure about what he was saying right now. Or about anything except that Kitty Pryde was very clearly not happy right at this moment, which was the last thing he’d ever wanted. He was also feeling, if not very sure, at least somewhat on the affirmative side of things about the idea that this was his fault. Or at least that he was completely failing to make it any better. There was the water though. She hadn’t taken it from him yet, but then, she hadn’t looked up yet either. So he nudged her arm gently, to let her know it was there, and then she looked at the cup (not him, but that was fair. In her position he’d also be wishing for the tongue-tied idiot who didn’t know how to help to just be disappeared away too), and took it slowly, with a small “Thanks,” that she needn’t have worried about. He did want to help. But… how? Not by being himself, that was pretty painfully clear by now. And he didn’t know how to channel someone who could have probably helped, like Indra, or Angelo, or Brian (well, maybe not Brian, come to think of it given the way Kitty had reacted to the Puerto Rican earlier that night), so that didn’t really leave very much, except what he did know about what Paras would have said about this. Or about everything, really. Or, Kitty could talk about it. With someone. Someone who, unlike Nezhno Abidemi, might know something about this kind of thing. And who might be able to listen to what she needed to talk about with her boyfriend without feeling like the man’s freezing powers might be trying to take over his guts. It wasn’t her fault, it was his, his own stupid brain, and if he could have helped her by making that part disappear, right now he would have done it. But it had never worked like that. But. um. Maybe it would help. If she talked with someone. Someone who could actually manage to look at her face, for starters. Right now, he couldn’t even quite get that far. “I kinda talked to Yana a few days ago. She basically said I needed to be more patient and try harder.” That managed to do what Nezhno would have thought impossible just moments before, and brought his eyes immediately to her face, brows drawing down over them in a surprised frown as he watched her shrug. “Oh,” he said. “Um.” She took a drink, which left space for him to say more than individual non-word syllables, but the words didn’t come to his brain, as much as he tried to make it race to find a way to frame what he was thinking in a way that wasn’t awful. When he’d suggested talking to someone who might know about these things, he… well, it hadn’t occurred to him to think about the blonde girl who’d seemed to spend a lot of her time in the Camp divided between resenting Siryn for the time she spent with Madrox, and trying to spend time herself with him. She… hadn’t seemed like someone who knew much either. But how did you even start to say something like that to someone who was the Russian’s friend, without risking sounding like Julian, to whom he owed most of what he’d heard about that situation anyway? Nezhno hadn’t managed to figure out a way to try to broach that before Kitty Pryde spoke again. “But you're probably right," [she] agreed, looking down into the water left in the cup now in a way that made him think, or wish, or hope he wasn’t. “I probably need to de-beer myself and maybe find somebody to talk to first.” “You probably don’t need to try to do it all at once, though,” he offered, quietly. For what it was worth, which definitely wasn’t really very much at the moment. It didn’t feel like enough though, and this time, as Kitty took another sip from the water cup, Nezhno managed to force his brain into action that involved speaking actual words. “Um. I don’t know Illyana. Very well, I mean,” he started. He’d been in the Camp with her, and you did get to know some things about people there, just from being in that situation, and though she wasn’t… someone who made that very easy, compared to other people, you still could… well, it seemed like you could find out some things. It didn’t feel quite right to say that about her though, to her friend, who did actually know her. So maybe he’d have to try to say what he was trying to say from a different tactic. “But I do have some friends who…” he picked up again, fumbling a little for a way of phrasing that wouldn’t sound like he was disloyal, or thought he knew better than them and glancing out of the corner of his vision in Kitty’s direction, to try to gauge what he was attempting to say to how she was hearing it, “…don’t always see a lot of steps between listening to what you’re saying and telling you what they think you should do.” Like Gloria, who saw everything as a series of straight lines and hard edges, and who was used to cutting out the corners and bends that other people put into life. “And,” Nezhno continued, still trying to be careful in how he chose his words, “I think sometimes there can be a few more steps in there than they see. Sometimes.” Gloria would admit that. Maybe she wouldn’t be the first to admit it, because most the rest of the Dance would be only to ready to do it for her, but the point was that… well, maybe that sometimes why you needed to talk to someone wasn’t to hear what they had to say, but what you did. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 11 2016, 08:48 PM Post #41 |
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Right. The water. She could...focus on that for now. It wouldn't be obvious, then, right? That she still couldn't look him in the face? Nezh was right, she probably needed to talk to...somebody. If she'd thought maybe... Maybe it might be him, then that just proved how much too much beer she'd definitely had. Plus, she'd already talked to Yana. A few days ago. Or...maybe it was last night? There'd been 'porting through Limbo and hairdos and she wasn't exactly clear on the exact day, since she kinda vaguely remembered there'd been time travel involved, too. Soooo, sometime. Sometime not that long ago, she'd talked to Yana. Or tried to. And Yana, supposedly her best friend since she'd been about thirteen, had told her to be more patient with Bobby. To try harder. To be glad he was...completely broken because she'd 'died' and didn't really want to get any better. And now Nezh was...staring at her, maybe? “Oh,” he said. “Um.” Yeah. What could he really say to that? So Kitty took another sip of water, waited to see if her stomach objected to that (it didn't, thank god), then managed to come up with more words while she waited to see if the room was gonna do the merry-go-round thing some more or if she could risk actually getting off the floor and...working on getting outta his way. He was probably right about the other thing, too. She should work on getting the apparently ridiculous amounts of beer out of her system. Find somebody to talk to before she...did anything else. Just maybe not Luke Cage's wife or any random Logan that happened to be around. That hadn't exactly worked out great this time, that was for sure. “You probably don’t need to try to do it all at once, though,” [Nezh] offered, quietly and she managed a nod, her brain managing to translate that to 'maybe it'd be a good idea not to do anymore crazy stuff tonight you'll just have to deal with in the morning'. Even if, well, she didn't think even a lack of beer was gonna change anything about the issues with Bobby. Or what she already knew she needed to do about it. What she'd probably needed to do about it way before now. "I'll be happy if I can just get the room to stop moving so I can stand up again," the teenager told her water in lieu of actually trying to look at Nezh again. She even managed some sort of half-smile like thing, maybe. He sounded as awkward as she felt. Awesome. Job well done, Kitty. “Um. I don’t know Illyana. Very well, I mean,” he started again and, well, Kitty sorta wonder if she did, either, anymore. It wasn't something she could say out loud, though, and Nezh was still being really nice for all the crap she'd unexpectedly dumped all over him. “But I do have some friends who…” he picked up again, don't come into his room in the middle of the night and do amazingly stupid stuff? Or who don't kinda make a hobby outta doing amazingly stupid stuff? Eugh, when did she turn into that girl? It was waaaay worse than turning into Veil. “…don’t always see a lot of steps between listening to what you’re saying and telling you what they think you should do.” It took a second or two to sort that out but, yeah, okay. Gloria, maybe? Though it was kinda hard to put her in the same category with Yana, even when she was full of beer. Or maybe Brian, since he definitely wasn't much on the listening before jumping to doing. They'd had the weird, helicarrier morgue remake of Day of the Dead to prove it this afternoon. Or yesterday afternoon? “And,” Nezhno continued, sounding a little like he wasn't quite sure what words he wanted. Or maybe what words to make up to try to fit to this whole mess. “I think sometimes there can be a few more steps in there than they see. Sometimes.” Lots of times, but she didn't say that, either. "Or that they want to see," Kitty muttered to the cup, but definitely loud enough for Nezh to pick up. Nooo, not bitter at all that Yana thought she should just suck it up and be glad Bobby wanted to give her attention. And, okay, maybe she hadn't meant it that way, but...that's how it'd definitely come out. Maybe...yeah, maybe she as even right. It wasn't like she was any great prize or anything. "I'm not sure Yana and I see any've this the same way. And maybe she's right, but...I-" Cutting off, she frowned a little and let her eyes slide over to Nezh's...leg. "I don't think I can look at it the same way she does. Even if I should. I can't..." Trailing off again, she sighed, still frowning and taking another sip of water. "I don't think I want a boyfriend that bad." To keep dealing with all...this. Feeling constantly guilty and always walking on eggshells and never being able to do anything right. Though, yeah, tonight wasn't exactly a great example of making that last one not happen, even without Bobby involved. Oh man, and she was doing it again. Seriously, she needed to conquer the beer and Stop. Talking. |
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| Gentle | Sep 12 2016, 05:28 AM Post #42 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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That was a lot, when she put it that way. It sounded like a lot, anyway. Getting all the beer out of her system, finding someone to talk to who, even if it wasn’t his business to know, let alone to judge, Nezhno still kind of hoped wouldn’t be Illyana Rasputin. Maybe if she didn’t try to do all of that at once. He said that, to her, for what it was worth, which probably wasn’t really anything at all, coming from him, now, though she did nod, all the same. Kity Pryde was like that, though. Even with beer. She was much too nice to tell him that he was saying things that were completely pointless, even if they were. “I’ll be happy if I can just get the room to stop moving so I can stand up again,” she said into the general direction of the cup of water. Maybe she was smiling with it, maybe not. Nezhno still wasn’t completely sure exactly how serious the ongoing fights she was describing herself as having with the floor were, but at least she wasn’t really swaying, while she sat there. Was that a good sign? He thought maybe, but how good, he didn’t know, and wished he did. Almost as much as he wished he knew what to say to her right now. Either way though, this time he did manage to figure out how to add some words, if probably not anywhere close to ones that would help. But he did still want to say… something… to what it had sounded like she was saying, about the blonde girl who was her friend, but who… …well, he didn’t know Illyana Rasputin. At least not very well, aside from overlapping a little in the spheres within spheres that came inside a Camp, and hearing from people who might or might not have overlapped more. But the way Kitty had just been talking about how she’d tried to talk to the Russian girl, and what the answer had apparently been… didn’t sound like something that should just be let go as the final answer. He didn’t know Illyana, precisely. But he did know people, who were friends who wanted to help their friends, but who… ended up skipping the steps between listening to everything you were saying, and what they thought you should do. Sometimes that could be a good thing, and sometimes… well, sometimes he did wonder if they - Gloria, Julian, even Brian or Angel sometimes - missed some of the extra steps that could, sometimes be important, because they weren’t steps that they saw. “Or that they want to see," Kitty muttered, still without looking up, but he couldn’t blame her for that. Or really even argue with her. He was certainly no expert, about any of this, however much he wished he was so he could find the right words to make her not have to feel like she could only stare at her cup, or her knees, or whatever it was that was easier for her right now than looking up. “I’m not sure Yana and I see any've this the same way. And maybe she's right, but…I-“ she stopped then, and moved her eyes, but not very far. [b[]i”I don't think I can look at it the same way she does. Even if I should. I can’t…”[/i][/b] “You shouldn’t,” Nezhno heard himself saying, the words escaping from his mouth before he had time to stop to consider whether they were going to help or not. But he didn’t regret them, even if perhaps he should have, considering the implication that might be there about someone who was a friend of Kitty’s, and the Maker. Even with that, he didn’t, and whatever she said… “I don't think I want a boyfriend that bad.” Um. Well. Whatever she said, he hadn’t really considered that it would be that, and he definitely hadn’t considered what to say to that, and now that he was, he still didn’t know, and didn’t know how to, except to make sure his brain was so carefully shut down from blurting out anything that would be inappropriate that it couldn’t actually say anything at all for a couple of seconds. He didn’t know. At the end of that pair of seconds, Nezhno decided that the only way it could possibly end up okay was if he didn’t do anything to suggest to Kitty Pryde that he’d heard that at all, because all the other possible options could only, since this was him, end in horrible embarrassment for him, and more unfortunately, for her. So instead, he found a way to smile, or at least kind of smile, and held out his hand to her, summoning enough determination to counter the forcefield-like embarrassment zone that was trying to make his hand repel from getting close enough to touch hers and let her know, if she wasn’t looking, what he was doing. “Um. I can help you with the standing up, at least…” he offered, along with that hand, and whatever assistance she might need to try to get to her feet, if she wanted to do that. Or whatever assistance she’d need getting his hand out of her personal space if that wasn’t she wanted. He was pretty much equally ready to do either, at the first sign. He got to his own feet, either way, and once he was up and sure that he was steady, and that she was too, if she did want his help, Nezhno did his best to lift his eyes back up to hers. Wherever she needed to look right now. That was sort of the point, actually. “You should look at it however you need to look at it,” he told her, emphasizing the pronoun that was about her, and not Illyana, or him, or anyone, really. “You’re Kitty Pryde.” Which she already knew, of course. And he’d just told her that. And when he heard it out loud, it didn’t sound quite the way it had in his head. “Um,” he added, feeling yet again, every last piece of how much he seemed to have messed this up tonight. “No one else is.” She was the one who mattered. Here, that was. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 12 2016, 07:26 PM Post #43 |
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Here she was, still on the floor. There Nezh was, or she kinda assumed he was there, since she was back to not being able to look at him, but pretty sure he hadn't gone anywhere, since she could hear him talking. And there her cup of water was. And she was trying to figure out what to say. Or maybe just what to say that wouldn't come out of her mouth as completely embarrassing as everything else she'd managed to do or say so far. Yeah. Yeah, sometimes your friends skipped over some of the necessary parts and jumped right to telling you what to do. Or what you should do, which was usually what they'd do. Or sometimes they didn't want to see those parts. The parts that meant that what worked for them wouldn't necessarily work for you. Kinda like she was suspecting Yana hadn't really wanted to see, or to listen. Because, well, she should...just be grateful a guy wanted to pay attention to her. Any kind of attention. That wasn't the way she looked at it or thought she could look at it. Or that she was exactly sure she should look at it that way, even if Yana did.... “You shouldn’t,” Nezh told her, sounding way more sure that she sounded in her own head. So, it wasn't just her that thought that, then? That she should listen to Yana and just settle for...whatever, whether it made her happy or not? No matter how it made her feel? That was...nice to hear, actually. To know it wasn't just her. Because she didn't want a boyfriend that bad. Oh god, and she'd just said that out loud, hadn't she? Uggh. God. Why? Why did she keep doing that? Letting her mouth just talk and not stopping it? Now there was silence again (huge surprise, what the crap did you say to all this random word and thought spewing by a drunk girl that was still on your floor?) and Kitty herself was kinda afraid to even try to say anything else. So...maybe if she...pretended she didn't know that'd just come out of her mouth? Would that work? Pretty sure it might have to since there probably wasn't enough water in the cup to drown herself and running away was probably still out since the brunette still wasn't sure she could stand up without falling over. The room might not be spinning now, but it could start again any second. Though maybe she should still phase through the floor and...take her chances? God. “Um. I can help you with the standing up, at least…” Nezh interjected into her lump of jumbled, not-helping thoughts as Kitty had managed to get her eyes over to his...shoe. Or his leg. Ummm... Then he was holding out his hand and standing up and Kitty got her eyes to raise up at least that far, holding the cup of water tighter and sorta staring at his hand for a second, blinking a little. He...wanted her to take his hand so he could help her up? Okay. Okay, she could do that and it wouldn't be the same as groping him. God, she needed to get a grip. This was nuts. Completely nuts, but she still couldn't get it to go away. And now she wasn't being Veil, she was being that stupid, timid girl that she hated being so much and who didn't have a clue what she was doing. The one that the Camp and Bo- No. No, she wasn't gonna think about that. She was gonna hold her cup, stop blinking like an idiot and take Nezh's hand. She might do it a little tentatively, but she did take it and then sorta awkwardly managed to move legs and her feet (but, thank god, not the bathroom) around until they were under her and she could remember how to stand herself up again. There. She could stand. She'd been doing it for years. “You should look at it however you need to look at it,” he told her, while she made sure she wasn't about to fall over face first into the sink or toilet or who knew what at this point. Possibly taking Nezh with her, this time. There was an awesome, possibly terminally embarrassing thought. “You’re Kitty Pryde.” Her eyes flickered up to his and managed to stay there about half a second before they slid over to his ear. It was...something. “Um,” he added, still obviously covered in all the awkward and crap she'd brought in here with her. It made something in her chest feel wrong in a way that felt more sick than even the beer had. “No one else is.” Her eyes went back to his, mostly in surprise, and Kitty opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Then opened it one more time, brows squinching together a little, as she added her own, "Um," and tried to sort that out. "Actually, I think there kinda is another Kitty Pryde..." the younger of the two started to point out. Then, uggh, decided that was definitely not something that would make this better at all. "But...yeah," the brunette added with a nod, "Yeah, I think you're right about that. Nobody else can tell me how to feel or what I need to do that'll work for me." And...that was kinda part of the problem, wasn't it? She'd been letting other people do that, and trying to go along with it. And none of it was working. It was just making everyone involved miserable. And, the way tonight was going, possibly freaked out and traumatized and...wondering just how crazy she actually was, even if Nezh was way too nice to put it in those words. Man, and she still had his hand, and the cup, and couldn't exactly figure out how to let either of those go now. "I should...probably get out of your way or something," she started, then floundered and tried to figure out the best way to make good on that. God, he had to wish she'd been out of her way before now. "I-thanks," Kitty settled on, forcing her eyes to stay at least in the general vicinity of his face. "Really. Thanks a lot. For everything." Okay, Kitty. Really. Figure out how to let go of his hand now. |
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| Gentle | Sep 13 2016, 06:11 AM Post #44 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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It seemed like the least that he could do, to offer his hand to help her get back onto her feet. It had seemed that way to him, anyway, when it was that or frozenly staring in the direction of the floor tiles, and not reacting to what she’d just said about boyfriends. But now Kitty was looking at outstretched hand in confusion, or like she suspected him of trying to take the water cup away from her or something. That look did retreat a few moments later, but it was still a few more seconds (or longer. It felt like longer, but that was probably only in his head) before she finally moved to take hold of his hand. What had gone through her head in that time, Nezhno was pretty sure he really didn’t want to know. At least she had taken it in the end, and so he could brace it a little and stand up where he was, giving her something to pull against as she got back to her feet too. She was definitely a little unsteady on her feet, which was all the worse because by now it was very obviously clear that it wouldn’t have been a good idea for him to reach out to actually help to steady her. One hand, that she could pull on, or lean against, or do whatever she needed, would have to do what it could. Then she was up, and it definitely didn’t feel like enough, and he could at least look at her, and try to tell her the words that it seemed very very important that she ought to know, because the way she’d been speaking, maybe she’d didn’t at the moment. She should look at it, at this, however she needed to. Not the way Illyana did, or the way he did (though he knew, and he didn’t need to be told, that there was no way that she would look at this the way that he did), or the way Gloria or Brian or a Logan, whether hers or any other universe’s did. She was Kitty Pryde, and- - and she did actually meet his eyes for just a fraction of a second there, when he said her name, and after that if there had been words he’d been about to say, he almost lost them entirely, just like that. She didn’t look like she had any idea what he meant, at all, so… what had been about to say about it? She was Kitty Pryde. No one else was. That was… what he wanted to say. Then she was looking right at him again, this time with an expression that said that she probably had no idea why he was saying that to her, or that maybe it just made no sense at all, and maybe it didn’t, and she was about to say something, and then she didn’t, and then she was, except it was only, “Um,” to start, and that had to mean he really had just said completely the wrong thing, didn’t it? “Actually, I think there kinda is another Kitty Pryde…” Nezhno swallowed uncomfortably, trying to fight the welling embarrassment that was working on pushing his eyes darting away to one side. “Well, not…” he tried to say, without knowing how to finish that. “But…yeah,” the brunette added with a nod, sounding like she was latching onto something more certain now, which at least made one of them, ”Yeah, I think you're right about that. Nobody else can tell me how to feel or what I need to do that'll work for me.” “Yes,” Nezhno agreed, nodding quickly. Maybe too quickly - but that was what he’d meant. That was exactly what he’d been trying to mean, or at least the part of it that would be relevant for the slender brunette facing him, with her hand in his. He should probably… “I should...probably get out of your way or something," she started, and then he got a sense that she was in motion without actually seeming to move anywhere. Possibly- probably? - because he was probably managing to block her way out of this too small bathroom, wasn’t he? Nezhno had just called that to his own attention to try to think about how to move to get out of her way when she spoke again. “I-thanks,” Kitty settled on, while he worked on making sure that he did get his eyes back to looking at her, without letting them drop away like the cold feeling that hadn’t really gone away still wanted them to do. “Really. Thanks a lot. For everything.” “I really didn’t…” Nezhno tried to say, but he was being hampered by a novel discovery in physiology, namely that it was, actually, apparently completely possible for awkward to somehow congeal in your mouth and stick your tongue down to your jaw, “…do anything,” he finished, only to be come all too painfully aware that that didn’t sound right at all. Gods, maybe he should have just let things stick where they would and stopped talking. But then there would still be the same problem of standing here, not knowing what to do, and not doing anything at all. She wanted to get out of here. The least he could do now would be to help her do that, so he needed to do that, somehow. How? “Um,” he tried, “do you think you’re going to be okay to walk?” While asking, he looked carefully down toward her feet, thinking to check on how steady she was looking now, and immediately remembering his mistake with the sight of bare legs that had him lifting his eyes again immediately, sending his gaze first past Kitty to the wall behind her, and then back over his shoulder toward the other room. “And. um,” he added, piecing the words together in his head frantically to find a way to say it that he could face uttering right now, “Did you still have your pants on when you came in here?” |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 13 2016, 07:51 PM Post #45 |
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There was...kind of another Kitty here? Oh god, why were words still coming out of her mouth? Especially those words? Did not want to think about the older Kitty. Really did not want to talk about the other Kitty. And now she'd dumped a ton more 'awkward and uncomfortable' right onto all this. There couldn't even be room in this bathroom for that much more! “Well, not…” Nezhno started, all that uncomfortable easy to hear in his voice, just in case she hadn't already known it was there. It was all over the place. Okay. The beer powered thinking and talking (and groping, god) had to stop. Soooo....right. Yeah. Nezh was right about that. Nezh was actually right about a lot of things, because he was smart and because he hadn't had his IQ sucked out by beer. No one else could tell her how to feel, or what she should or shouldn't feel, or what to do about any of it so that it'd work for her. Not Yana. Not Luke Cage's wife (obviously). Not some alter!Logan. “Yes,” Nezhno agreed, nodding quickly as Kitty pursed her lips and willed that bit of having some sense to stay in her head and not float away on her beer brained stupidity. She'd...see if that worked. While she did that she should...really probably get out of Nezh's bathroom. And his hair (proverbially; maybe that should be his tattoos?). Pretty sure she'd done enough damage now to last...possibly forever. God, she wished she really hadn't, it made her feel even more sick than all the beer, but she had and so she was a little surprised when Nezhno offered her a hand to stand up (which she hoped wouldn't be even more embarrassing when she actually tried it) and it took her a second to process that. Then another second or two to figure out what to do with it. Kitty managed to take his hand, though, despite still not having much look looking him in the face for more than a heartbeat or two. Maybe more surprisingly, she got to her feet with his help and managed to do it without falling over and taking him with her, throwing up on him, or having the bathroom start the tilt-a-whirl thing again. Compared to the rest've tonight, she'd take it and call it a success. After a little bit of a delayed reaction, she even remembered to thank him. For everything. He hadn't had to do any of it - not stay with her in here, not hold her hair while she threw up in his toilet, not generally put up with her stupidity and...everything - but he had, because he was Gentle. Even if she'd managed to screw everything up, he was too kind by nature not to do that. “I really didn’t…” Nezhno tried to say, despite it obviously being hard for even him to manage to get out without choking on it. No matter how nice he was, there were limits on how far that could stretch, “…do anything,” he finished and the teenager who was pretty sure now she wasn't nearly as drunk as she was gonna wish she'd been managed to smile a little in the...general direction of his ear. What she didn't manage was to let go of his hand and now that was awkward, too. Kitty tried to force her brain into figuring out how to make that happen. Soon, if possible, because she was just...standing there, not letting his hand go and not quite knowing how to let his hand go now. Now that she'd- “Um,” he tried, probably wondering what the heck was wrong with her now and how to rescue his hand, "do you think you’re going to be okay to walk?” Oh. That. Yeah. That was a good question. "Uh...," she started, frowning a little as she tried to tell her thoughts to switch gears or something. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so." She wasn't falling over and she wasn't lying on the floor. Walking should be...not that hard to get to work now. “And. um,” he added, and, oh god, she still had his hand. Gah! Okay, really, Kitty. Try to stop being a complete idiot for a whole minute. With that in mind, she sorta started...loosening her fingers. Hopefully inconspicuously, “Did you still have your pants on when you came in here?” Huh? Her what? Walking she might be able to manage, but switching brain gears again still wasn't working that well. Her...pants? Why would her- Oh CRAP! Eyes going downward, toward her legs, Kitty blinked. And then stared. And then probably turned as red as Veil's hair, since it felt a lot like her head caught on fire. "Oh my god! Why don't I have pants??" She had pants. She had definitely come in here with pants. She was positive. Mostly positive. Yet, there were no pants. Or shoes. But pants! "I...uh..." Kitty stammered, wide eyed and forgetting that she couldn't look Nezh in the face, because that's where her eyes immediately went. And considered trying to find something to hide behind, but there was the toilet and the sink and...yeah, none of that was gonna work. "I'm positive, really really positive, I had pants," the brunette insisted, like that was gonna help anything now. If she hadn't had pants, someone would've mentioned it before now, right? How the hell had she not noticed she lost her pants? When had her clothes started going missing? Oh god, the beer really had turned her into Veil! She did let go of Nezh's hand then, but then had no idea what to do with her own. Covering up was...probably a little late and would just make the lack of pants more obvious, so she...just kind of flailed her hands around uselessly. "I...uh..." she tried again without much luck. "They're probably here somewhere?" Kitty finally got out and started looking around for them. In the tiny bathroom. Where there wasn't really any place for her pants to hide. Oh, oh man. They were probably back in the bedroom, weren't they? The beer was giving her no breaks. No breaks at all. "I'll...go look in there," she told Nezh's ear again, sorta flailing a hand toward the bedroom as she tried to turn toward the door. Without making it any more obvious than it was that she had no pants on. And with no clue how to actually do that. Uggh. God. Definitely, definitely could not look him in the face now. |
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