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| Dissolved Girl; 5/24 - late night-(Little Kitty, Nezhno) | |
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| Gentle | Sep 14 2016, 07:06 AM Post #46 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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So… Kitty was up, on her feet. She seemed to mostly be steady now, and she hadn’t bolted to the toilet bowl, and she even seemed to be managing to focus, if not really on him (for that last, Nezhno couldn’t blame her), and to announce that she wanted to leave. She’d thanked him, even though there was absolutely nothing (pretty obviously nothing, in fact) for her to thank him for in all of this, and he’d tried to tell her that she didn’t need to, and now… …well, now, he’d pretty much entirely run out of the small fractions of clues of ideas of what he should be doing that he’d been ekeing out to try to find a way through this. What would Indra do in this situation? Or… it was hard, actually, to imagine his best friend in this situation, so what would any of the Dance do in whatever situation he could think of that was closest to this one? What would he ask then? Could she walk? That was the first thing that the Wakandan managed to summon to mind. Was she okay to walk now, after the fights with the floor, or with her feet, or whatever exactly the beer had done to her? In retrospect, as he soon found out, while Kitty made a not-entirely relieving “Uh…,” noise, before following it up with “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” Nezhno tried to nod, which might have worked, except that looking down to check on how she actually looked on her feet right now hadn’t been a good idea. Really, really, couldn’t have been a good idea, because it only served to remind him that where it came to Kitty Pryde’s legs, right now, maybe steadiness wasn’t actually the major point at hand. Or at leg, as it were. She… …oh gods, she was moving her hand on his, trying to drop it. She’d realized he’d been looking at her bare legs, hadn’t she? He hadn’t looked away in time, and he’d only made it more awkward, and now it was hard to remember how his brain worked when it was thinking calmly and clearly, and he still wasn’t entirely sure if she knew that her pants had somehow come off in the bed, and what would she think if she left without them, and how did he say that? How did he remind her of that? Somehow, out of somewhere, Nezhno managed to get enough control of his brain, or at least maybe his tongue, to ask her, as subtly as he could (not very, right now) about those pants, in a way that hopefully would let at least one of them leave with the idea that he hadn’t really noticed their absence until now. Had she had them on, when she came here? Um. “Oh my god! Why don't I have pants??” Nezhno turned back toward the brunette slowly, hoping - without much hope, and indeed, without much success - that looking at her would somehow render up some kind of inspiration for a plausibly comforting answer to that particular question. It didn’t, and so instead he simply got a direct view of the horrified look on her face as she stammered out an ”I...uh..." at him. He should have done that better. He should have found something to say that was better than that. She shouldn’t have to be feeling the way she very clearly was, right now. “I’m positive, really really positive, I had pants," the brunette insisted, as Nezhno looked away, in case the problem of not being able to think of anything to say was only because he’d still been looking at the expression of confused determination on her face, and feeling all the more awkward for not being able to tell her that he knew she was right about that. “Okay,” he said instead. It didn’t really help. Not his feeling of helplessness, and not the situation. “I…uh…” Kitty said again, and gods, Nezhno abruptly realized with a renewed sinking feeling if he was feeling awkward right now, how much worse must it be for her? ”They’re probably here somewhere?” Glancing back briefly in the brunette’s general direction, if not precisely at her, Nezhno nodded slowly. “I think they might be back by-“ no, it didn’t feel right to admit that they would be by the bed- “…in the other room,” he said. “I’ll…go look in there,” she replied, not looking at him. He didn’t need to be looking at her to know that she wasn’t. How could she be? “Yes,” he heard himself say, in an uncomfortable voice, realizing as he did that he was probably still standing in her way, and he really ought to do something about that. “Um. Okay,” he added, shuffling backward, and kind out of the way of the doorway from the bathroom back to the main room. It would probably be a sensible thing to squash that reflexive urge to offer to help her with that, wouldn’t it? That couldn’t possibly help. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 14 2016, 07:40 PM Post #47 |
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Crap. Oh crap! Where the hell were her pants? Maybe even more important, why hadn't she noticed she didn't have any pants?? Or shoes, but they weren't the issue here, really. The issue was her complete lack of pants. While she was standing in the bathroom. With Nezh. In her underwear. Because she had...somehow lost her stupid pants! Gah! Nezh was looking at her...well, Kitty wasn't sure exactly how he was looking at her, because she couldn't actually look at him to find out. And her head was on fire (or felt like it was suddenly on fire), and he sounded like he had no idea what the heck to say to the idiot drunk girl who wouldn't let go of his hand and was standing in his bathroom in her underwear. What...? Where...? She was positive - really, really positive - that she had pants. There were pants and they were on her when she came into the room. She'd been in the...closet? A box? Wait, no, a supply room or something, maybe. She'd been wearing pants then, and she'd had pants when she got here. Hadn't she? “Okay,” Nezh agreed, probably hoping that would get the stupid, drunk, pant-less girl out of his bathroom faster. Like any normal, sane, not stupidly full of beer person would. Oh god, she had really made such a huge mess of...everything, hadn't she? Something in her stomach twisted again as she tried to come up with some, anything, to actually say that wasn't a stuttering mess of 'I have no pants'. If she could just somehow...fix...something... Except the brunette knew she couldn't and knew she was just making this worse and worse. So, right. Think through the beer and the embarrassment and ignore that she was being a complete, moronic idiot in from of someone who was the last person she'd wanted to dump all this on. It'd passed fixing, she was pretty sure, about the time she phased into bed with him. The lack of pants was just one more stupid, stupid thing to cement that. So. Pants. The pants had to be here. Somewhere. In...the bathroom. Gah! No. Obviously they weren't in the small bathroom, even she would've noticed them by now. God. Maybe? “I think they might be back by- There was the impression of Nezh nodding his head from the corner of her eyes, which was as close as she could come to looking directly at him right now. Yeah. Awkward and embarrassment. There was no way to get away from it, was there? “…in the other room,” he said and Kitty nodded, realized she was still holding the cup he'd handed her. Which didn't have water in it anymore, since what she hadn't drank was splashed all of the floor now. From the pants flailing. Really, she'd kinda like to bang her head on the wall, now. It wouldn't help the issues with it being fogged by beer (and possibly on fire), but maybe it'd...knock her out or something so she could stop being a crazy person all over Nezhno in the middle of the night. With no pants. Instead, she forced herself to kind turn a little toward the other room. Yeah. Okay. She needed to look in there. She'd go...look in there. “Yes,” Nezh agreed, except he was still kinda standing in front of the door. She could phase through him, but...that seemed even more wrong after everything else somehow. So Kitty just kinda glanced out and fidgeted in place and tried to forget she was doing it in her underwear. In front of Nezh. Still. “Um. Okay,” he added, shuffling backward, and kind out of the way of the doorway from the bathroom back to the main room as Kitty kept not being able to look at him. Uggh. God. She was probably lucky he wasn't actually sprinting outta the room and off to find somebody to help get the crazy girl and her lost pants out of his room before it got any worse. And it was already way past worse. "I'll just...look over there," Kitty told him. Again. Then started steering her feet in the general direction of the bed. Still not managing to make them look his way. Pretty sure that might be permanent now and she knew this sinking, kinda sick but not beer sick feeling was going to be worse later. How, she wasn't sure, but she just knew. She'd done a ton of stupid things in her life, but this was a new all time high - or maybe low - even for her. This actually topped turning super-villains loose on Wyoming and nearly getting herself and four other people vaporized by Sentinels and then actually getting them all time and dimension displaced. At least there was a chance of actually kinda fixing some of the other stuff. With that thought in mind, she kept her eyes on the floor and awkwardly half-stumbled her way to the bed, bumping into it with her legs. Since she was busy staring at her feet and not what was in front of her. "Maybe they're-" under the covers, she started to say, but rummaging and moving those around didn't make them show up. Uggh, where- Oh man. Under the bed. She'd...phased, she was pretty sure. To get rid of her shoes, and she had and her pants must've gone, too. Which meant she'd probably just phased them through the mattress. "Okay," she told Nezh, assuming he was still...somewhere behind her and hadn't fled back into the bathroom or something. "I think they're under the bed. I'll just-" and she stopped again, halfway in motion to bed over, stick her hand through the mattress, and grab them. Except...she needed to bend over. In her underwear. So, no, she'd just- What? Mind control them back up through the bed? Even with tons of beer she remembered her powers didn't work that way. And Kitty couldn't figure out any way to make this work without bending over some way or other. Well, what was one more giant pile of awkward on everything else at this point? Taking a breath, she forced herself to finish with, "I'll just grab them, then I can get out of your way." Bending over, it took some effort not to try to...cover her butt or something, but she kinda needed her hands. "After I put my pants on," she added a little belatedly as she phased on hand through the mattress and started fishing around desperately. It was bad enough already without Nezh thinking she was just gonna run around the helicarrier halls in her underwear, waving her pants around like a lunatic. |
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| Gentle | Sep 15 2016, 06:45 AM Post #48 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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There was water on the floor now. Nezhno noticed that now, perhaps mostly because he needed to have something else to notice that was on the floor, or really anywhere that wasn’t the slender brunette standing in front of him. The slender brunette who was without her pants, who was standing in front of him - except… no. No, that wasn’t it, was it? He was standing in front of her. In her way. In her way, when she pretty obviously wanted nothing better but to just get out of this too-small space where they were both still standing. “I’ll just...look over there," Kitty told him again after he’d shuffled out of her way. It was almost word for word the way she’d said it before, but the repetition hadn’t done him any favors in figuring out what an appropriate thing to say to her in response might possibly be. Offer to help? He couldn’t - it would almost certainly be the last thing she wanted right now, wouldn’t it? “Yeah…” was all that Nezhno said, as much as he managed to summon to his vocal cords as he stood helplessly by and half-watched, half-stared at the floor, the walls and the ceiling while Kitty Pryde crossed the room and headed back to the bed. His bed, where she’d… …that wasn’t important now though, was it? She’d … walked into it, almost as though she’d thought she was phased, even when she wasn’t. But she’d reached the bed, and she was reaching over to the tangle of covers that he’d left in a hurry when he followed her to the bathroom. “Maybe they’re-“ she said, but she didn’t finish that sentence, or maybe that thought. Instead she stopped, and sort of straightened up, or at least left the covers alone, only without turning around at all, which he was almost 100% sure he was relieved about. “Okay,” he heard her say, from the awkward sentry-like position he’d taken, half in and half out of the bathroom door. “I think they're under the bed. I'll just-“ But she stopped short, pausing like… Like… …well, the only thing that was springing to mind was the freezing that Veil, or Sofia, or Julian or Vic had used to do sometimes in the barracks, if there was a noise they hadn’t expected that came from behind. It wasn’t exactly that. He really hoped it wasn’t exactly like that. But… “You… Um,” Nezhno tried to say, taking an automatic step backward, back across the threshold to the bathroom. “I should probably… I’m…” “I’ll just grab them, then I can get out of your way,” Kitty Pryde announced, after taking a breath that was much, much too careful. “After I put my pants on," she added another second later, only making it more clear exactly how uncomfortable she was right now, and how much she wanted to be gone. “I’m going to, um, get the water off the floor in here,” Nezhno said aloud, loud enough to make sure she’d heard as stepped all the way back into the bathroom, reaching out to pull the door mostly closed behind him, just in case that might possibly help Kitty’s peace of mind, at least a little. “I’ll be in here,” he added, in a voice that was hopefully loud enough to still carry without being so loud it was… any more awkward than this already was. Alright. Now, he’d put the towel…. there. Okay. He could make this take a little time. As much time as she needed. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 15 2016, 07:20 PM Post #49 |
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Right. Looking over...there. Around Nezh, toward the bed. Where her...pants probably were. “Yeah…” was all that Nezhno said after he stepped out of the door so she didn't keep just standing here. Like an idiot. What did she really expect him to say? What could he say? What could anybody ever say to this mess? So, now. She needed to move. Kitty managed that, maybe not all that gracefully but she could probably blame that on the beer instead of the fact that she was staring at the floor so she couldn't exactly see where she was going. When she bumped into the bed, that told her she was there. Okay, maybe her pants were- Sigh. Yeah, of course not. Not tonight. Nothing was gonna be easy was it? A little rummaging around in the covers told her her pants weren't there. Where, then? But it only took a few thoughtfully confused seconds for it to start sinking in. She'd...phased off her shoes, and her pants had apparently gone, too. Since she was really stupid and really full of beer. Well, the room and both of them were already covered in awkward. She'd just have to fish them out and...run away. Except doing that would involve her bending over. In her underwear. In front of Nezh. Nezh who she could practically feel looking at her, probably trying to decide if this whole disaster needed some kinda intervention to save him from her crap. While she tried to figure out how to bend over, without actually...bending over. Sigh. “You… Um,” Nezhno tried to say, and she turned her head enough to sorta see that he was moving backwards. Great. Yeah. Definitely hitting the running away point. That sinking feeling moved from her stomach to somewhere down around her knees. “I should probably… I’m…” and she sucked in a breath and told herself, in her best Logan head voice, to pull her damned self together. It was okay. She'd just grab her pants and get out of his way. Before he had to run away from his own room. But after she put her pants on. Right now it seemed really important to add that. “I’m going to, um, get the water off the floor in here,” Nezhno said aloud, as he took another step back in retreat and she nodded dumbly. “I’ll be in here,” he added and she nodded again, teeth worrying at her lower lip. Still not looking at his face but that probably wasn't a bad thing. Pretty sure she didn't want to see how he had to be looking at her now. "Okay," she agreed quietly, but probably not too quietly for him to hear, "I-sorry," the brunette apologized. For the water all over his floor. And the lack of pants and running around in her underwear. For all the stupid crap she really, really wished she could take back but couldn't. The bathroom door was already closed, though, and so she turned back to the bed. Bending over without fear of embarrassing them both anymore at least, she fished around through the mattress with her hand until she contacted her pants. Then a shoe. Then the other shoe. If there'd been socks (and she couldn't remember), they could just stay there. Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, Kitty pulled her pants on as quick as she could, then slipped her feet into her sneakers and kinda half-assed tied them, but it'd work. And she really shouldn't keep Nezh trapped in his own bathroom. "Okay," she called out, standing up and smoothing her shirt down and...trying to seem like maybe she wasn't a crazy person who'd invaded his room and wandered around with no pants. Yeah. Good luck with that. "I...uh...I'm dressed." Too bad that still didn't fix any've the awkward. Or at least it definitely didn't feel like it did. Maybe it'd been better if she'd just left, not like he'd probably want to come out and deal with her again. But it felt kinda rude and she'd managed enough of that already. |
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| Gentle | Sep 16 2016, 07:11 AM Post #50 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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It was, all in all, in quite painfully clear detail, suddenly apparent what was happening. Kitty Pryde definitely didn’t want to be alone in the room with him, now she’d realized how few clothes she was wearing. And how could an objective person possibly blame her for that, in any way? Well, then. The one advantage of knowing it, now, was that there actually was a very simple fix to this after all. Or this part of it, at least. He’d just slip back into the bathroom, Nezhno first decided, and then announced out loud, and he’d get the water that had got spilled off the floor in there. And he’d close the door behind him, like that, and let her know that he’d be on the other side of it, and hopefully then she could be a little easier again. That was his theory, anyway. The quiet, maybe uncertain, “Okay,” he only just made out from the other side of the door didn’t really sound anything like the sound of someone feeling ‘easier’, but then it hadn’t been very long yet, so maybe it would just take a little more time. “I-sorry,” came next, though. As though she really thought she had something to apologize for with this. She didn’t, though. Nezhno frowned at the blank wall of the bathroom that happened to be in front of him, pausing for a moment in his search for a towel, and shook his head. For all the good that would do - but then, that was just continuing his pattern here tonight, wasn’t it? “You. Um. Really don’t need to apologize,” he said out loud, lifting his voice a little to be sure that it would carry back into the other room. There. That was where he’d left the towel he’d used earlier, after the shower he’d taken once he’d got back from the Morgue, before he’d gone to find where they’d taken Mel. It might be a little damp still, but it would do. It wasn’t as though there was actually all that much water that had been spilled, after all. In fact, the towel, damp or otherwise, was more than sufficient to the task, which was basically done after no more than one or two wipes across the floor. Nezhno didn’t let that fact deter him from continuing to work at the task though, carefully focusing on each drop that had scattered with enough attention to play out however much time Kitty might need out there in the other room. “Okay,” she called out, not all that long later, causing Nezhno to straighten up from the middle of something that at this point was probably more polishing the floor tiles than anything, and turn his head toward the door. “I…uh…I’m dressed.” Ah. Oh. Okay. “Alright. Um. Okay,” he said out loud, and picked the now-damper towel up as he got back to his feet. “I’m done here, too.” The towel Nezhno placed back on the rack, in case tidying that would help bring some semblance of order to his thoughts as well, which it didn’t really, but it gave him enough time to get another breath in and try to tell himself that it wasn’t going to be awkward when he opened the door and stepped back out there. He opened the door, and stepped back into the main part of the room, though admittedly still in a way that was hugging the wall a little, and looked tentatively over to the bed, where Kitty had last been. And it was awkward. But she did have pants on. And her shoes. And she was standing again, maybe even with a little less wobbling than she’d been doing not that long ago. Maybe? “Are you… going to be okay?” Nezhno asked, crossing one arm uncomfortably (and mostly unconsciously) across his body and gripping his other arm at the elbow, while kind of… alternating his gaze between her, and the floor between them. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 16 2016, 06:39 PM Post #51 |
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Yeah. She was sorry. Really, really sorry. More sorry than that one word would be able to mean, especially since she could barely get it out. Nezh must've heard her anyway, since, “You. Um. Really don’t need to apologize,” came from the other side of the door, his voice loud enough for her to hear from the other side. No, she probably didn't, it wouldn't even come close to fixing anything now. It felt like she should try anyway and she was. Sorry. But he was on the other side of the door now, probably hoping she'd hurry the heck up so this could all be over, so Kitty did hurry as best she could. Finding her pants and shoes through the bed and actually managing not to fall through it herself or accidentally make any more've her clothes fall off or- Well, who the heck knew at this point. There was still the beer, despite feeling like she threw it all up and then some, and the beer had made her pants fall off. Who knew what it'd do next. She wouldn't be lucky enough for it to do anything good. It didn't take long to get her pants on and her shoes on, mostly. Then she was standing up again and staring at the bathroom door. Where Nezh was. Where he'd probably like to stop being trapped by the stupid drunk girl that'd barged in his room and didn't notice she'd lost her pants. Taking a breath, she smoothed down her shirt and let him know it was okay to come out. Or that she was at least dressed again now. Could've just left, but after everything it didn't exactly seem right even if he'd probably have been relieved if she had. “Alright. Um. Okay,” Nezh called out, sounding maybe hesitant. Well, yeah, of course he was hesitant after the mess she'd made of things and seemed to keep on making. “I’m done here, too.” Kitty nodded to the door, like a stupid drunk person, then realized he wouldn't be able to see that. "Okay," she called back, waiting for the door to open and trying to figure out what to do after that happened. Nezh came out, kinda hugging the wall, and her eyes dropped again. Not that she blamed him for that, either. She'd been acting like something beyond an idiot. If she were him, she'd be keeping a safe distance, too. And not looking at her, either, which he wasn't. And she had no clue what to so or do now except stand there and stare at the floor. Her brain said she should probably just go but...shouldn't she try to say something else to him first? “Are you… going to be okay?” Nezhno asked and the teenager nodded to the...floor. It felt a little like her stomach was somewhere down there now. "I-yeah," she stuttered out. Again. "I think...I think I'm probably okay now. To go." Just in case he thought she'd forgot that's what she was supposed to be doing and was gonna just stand here forever, adding to the awkward. "Are you?" she asked, eyes flickering upward, toward his face, before dropping down again. Still didn't really wanna know what kind of expression he was wearing now. "Going to be okay?" Right, and she should move. Toward the door. So she took a side step away from the bed and in that general direction. She really shouldn't keep making him hang onto the wall for protection. |
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| Gentle | Sep 17 2016, 07:49 PM Post #52 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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After a small delay, there was another ”Okay,” that came back through the door, so Nezhno felt mostly secure that he was doing as he put the towel back on the rack and went to open the door again. That feeling lasted about until the point that he got through the doorway and saw Kitty Pryde’s eyes dropping away from him at speed, straight down to the floor in front of her. Even though maybe that was just understandable, and maybe after everything she’d been going through tonight, she wouldn’t have wanted to look at anyone right now, and not just that in this light he probably looked even more like the oddly pale, freakishly silvered alien with the too-light eyes that he was suddenly reminded of being. At least he’d almost definitely made the right decision, sticking close by the wall here, and giving her that space, at least. She had looked - apart from not being able to look at him - a little better though. Maybe. With… all her clothes, yes, but possibly a little steadier, too. Was she really? ..oh. Maybe he should just… ask her. “Are you… going to be okay?” he tried, managing to keep his own eyes off the floor for just long enough to see her nod in its direction. “I-yeah,” she stuttered out. Again. "I think...I think I'm probably okay now. To go.” Oh. That… hadn’t exactly been what he meant by the question (or at least now that was the way she’d answered it, Nezhno was beginning to realize it probably hadn’t been what he was most concerned about). But he didn’t really think he could blame her, really, for treating it like it was. Or for just wanting to be gone right now. That was completely understandable. “Are you?" she asked, eyes flickering upward, for just long enough to show exactly how uncomfortable she really was looking right now. “Going to be okay?” “I’m okay,” Nezhno assured her. It wasn’t as if… or… anyway, at least he could try to forget about it, for her sake. She didn’t deserve to have to be reminded of it more than she had to. But she… well, she hadn’t looked comfortable, in a way that even Nezhno Abidemi couldn’t worry himself into thinking was entirely his fault, and that was something that he really didn’t like to see, for Kitty Pryde. So as she took a step toward the door she probably was more than ready to have already gone through, he forced his voice to speak again. “Kitty-“ Oh gods. Maybe that hadn’t been a good idea. But he’d started now, so Nezhno swallowed and made himself keep going. “Um. Take care of yourself.” He meant that. Not just for whether she could battle with the beer for long enough to get to wherever it was she needed to go, but… for all of it. “You’re…” he started to add, but then realized that… he didn’t know how to end that sentence. Not with the first words that had come to mind, he did know that, but now they all seemed to be wrong, or too much, or mis-fitting, or any number of those things all together, and the pause was growing as he stumbled over it, until in the end he mumbled out a “…you,” which might have been much too quiet and mumbled for her to make out clearly anyway. That… would have to do. Even if it wouldn’t, at all. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Sep 18 2016, 02:20 PM Post #53 |
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Yeah, she'd be...okay. It wasn't like this was gonna kill her or anything, unless she ended up making them both die of complete embarrassment and awkward. Maybe more important, since Nezh was keeping plenty of space between them and keeping close to the wall for...maybe protection, she'd be okay to go and get out of his room. In case he thought maybe she'd forgot that and just planned to camp in here indefinitely. He shouldn't have to be worrying about her in any way. Not after this. Nobody needed to have to be that nice after...this complete mess. The mess she'd managed to make of everything. She was really good at doing that, wasn't she? There was one more mess she had to make tonight, though (and, yeah, maybe she should wait, like Nezh had said, but her gut told her waiting wouldn't make it need to happen less), but Kitty couldn't make her feet quite move yet. Not without asking...well, was he going to be okay? Maybe whatever was close to okay, anyway, after all the crap she'd dumped in his lap. (Uggh, bad way to put it right now.) “I’m okay,” Nezhno assured her and she nodded, her eyes trying to move up again but not really making it. It was nice of him to say, despite everything she could see and feel telling her that maybe that might not be as true as she'd want it to be. And that that was definitely her fault. As much as she'd like to, she couldn't blame the beer for everything. Swallowing and taking a breath, Kitty managed to take a step sorta toward the door before Nezh spoke up again. "Kitty-" and that stopped her from taking that next step, eyes going up to his face reflexively that time. Yep. There was a look she'd never wanted to put on Nezh's face. Awkward and hesitant and uncomfortable as he swallowed and seemed to have to force out, “Um. Take care of yourself.” Teeth worrying at her lower lip, she blinked, eyes dropping back to the floor as she nodded. "Yeah, I-I'll be fine," she assured him. Except it probably hadn't come all that reassuring. Kitty tried to come up with something, anything, to say that might sound even close to normal and not as stupid and brainless as she felt. “You’re…” he started to add and then nothing else came out. What the hell was she even doing, the teenager wondered, still standing here and even making him feel like he needed to try? It wasn't making anything any better. All it was doing was making it more obvious how she'd screwed everything all up. "Nezh," she said softly, brow furrowing and still not really able to focus on his face again, but then she couldn't think of anything else to say after that, either. Nezh did, though, and it sounded kinda like, “…you,” but she couldn't really tell for sure. That worked okay, though, really. Yeah. She was definitely still her. Still being Kitty, who managed to make everything go wrong. "Yeah," she answered, corner of her mouth curving up a little but it...wasn't anything even close to a smile. There were tons of things she wanted to say but she couldn't figure out how and none of them would come out anyway. Probably for the best anyway. "I really am sorry, Nezh." It wasn't enough, but...yeah. She did manage that before deciding that she'd probably never make it all the way to the door this way and started just phasing down through the floor. Probably not the way to do that, either, right now. Phase and run. But at this point did it really matter? |
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| Gentle | Sep 20 2016, 06:42 AM Post #54 |
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Who doesn't like Black Russians?
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It would be okay. He was okay… and the fundamental truth of that didn’t change whether or not you factored in the fact that nothing had felt ‘okay’ tonight since the moment he’d first realized that he wasn’t dreaming. It didn’t change, even if it was rapidly starting to feel like the part that had really been the dream was the last few days, when she’d been smiling, and talking, and working right next to him. This… this was more like how Nezhno had always suspected it would have really been like had he ever gotten to meet Kitty Pryde. And that, like he’d always expected, was okay. He was okay. Except that she really didn’t look like she was okay right now. And he would really, really have liked to have been able to do something that made that better, even just a few words. Or something. Saying her name though, which was what he did, didn’t help. It just made her stop, and look at him, with an expression that he didn’t want to even try to put a name to, as he swallowed and tried to say what it was he wanted to say to her. To… take care of herself. “Yeah, I-I'll be fine," she assured him. But only after she’d bitten her lip, and looked away at the floor, which meant either she didn’t want to talk about it with him, or she just wasn’t going to be fine, and neither of those options were good ones. She… she shouldn’t have to feel like this. Kitty Pryde, who he’d thought was the smartest, most beautiful, most amazing person he’d ever met, even before he met her, and who’d only made that more true in person, shouldn’t be someone who looked like she felt like this, with that expression on her face. She was… “You’re…” he tried to tell her, but he couldn’t find a way to finish it, and in the silent pause that stretched out after that, she spoke instead. “Nezh,” she said. Just his name, but frowning, and quiet like that, it wasn’t hard at all to guess that what she was doing was quietly asking for him not to say it, even if he could have gotten the words out. So it was probably a good thing that all he could manage was a mumbled ‘you’. You’re you. “Yeah,” she answered, corner of her mouth curving up a little but it...wasn't anything even close to a smile. She hadn’t needed an awkward idiot to tell her who she was right now, had she? “I really am sorry, Nezh.” Nezhno stood where he was, and mutely watched her disappear, sinking down through the floor, probably because it was even quicker as an escape route for her than the door to the hallway. “…bye,” he said quietly to the empty room, when she was gone. Then he drew in a breath, and leaned back against the wall behind him, feeling his shoulder blades hit with a dull thump. He ought to forget about this, for her sake. That it had ever happened, because it hadn’t really, had it? She hadn’t meant to, and he’d been dreaming. That was the thing to remember. Or he could just not think about it, but there was barely any pain coming from the pressure he was putting on the tattoos behind his shoulders, so nothing there to distract him, and the room was still almost entirely bare, with nothing to focus on, except the rumpled bed, which he didn’t want to look at. He should… get out. He should try to be useful. He could… go see Mel, in the room next to the infirmary they’d found for her after they cleared her from the medical areas. That was the first thought that came to mind, but by the time Nezhno had pushed himself off the wall as if to ready himself to go, second thoughts and caveats had already joined a queue to make him pause again. The Maker had said, back at the time, that it wouldn’t be a good idea if he didn’t stay with her tonight, like the others, like Veil and Angel were. And if he’d said that, he must have said it for a reason…. Or had he just said it might not be a good idea? Considering that again, Nezhno decided he was willing to concede that his first memory might very well have been wrong. The shaman-inventor could have said ‘might], as though because of the tattoos, he just needed his sleep… But as of now, Nezhno was fairly certain that there was no way that he could sleep again tonight. So if not… said logic, or at least something that felt like it was close enough, at least if you squinted a little, then why not go to Mel, and the others? Maybe he could help there, at least. [Fin.] |
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