character: Kitty, OTA in the mansion. *cough*Calvin*cough* Multiple threads welcome. setting: X-Mansion, evening content: Nothing bad summary: Kitty's going on a date. We'll see if she actually makes it.
For once, it would be nice if her hair would go the way she wanted it to. Kitty frowned into the mirror as her last unraveling ringlet fell flat over her shoulder. Wavy was probably her best bet at this point, and so she took the comb and compromised. It didn't matter either way, though, when the weather was as aggressive as it was. And anyway, a few hairpins went a long way and she made it work. "Alright!" Kitty slipped into the lacy blue dress and threw on some flats--no, heels--eh, do I really want to do that to myself--boots it is. This was probably for the best, she wasn't even sure what her date had planned. That should've made her nervous, but it didn't, and she wasn't. Not even a little. By now, she would've been stressing over one silly thing or another, but she felt pretty good. She had been his friend once, in Chicago, before she left school. Maybe that was why. Kitty dabbed a little bit of pink balm on her lips, smiled, and then with her phone in hand, headed downstairs. She had some time to kill before driving out to the city, she needed to make sure there was even a car in the garage for her to take.