characters: Kurt and Kitty setting: Friday Afternoon - X-Mansion content: Nothing questionable summary: Kitty's been kind of a jerk about stuff, ancient stuff, and goes to clear the air with Kurt. Finally.
"Have a good weekend! And remember to study!" Well, she knew they caught the first half of that. After the room emptied out, Kitty shuffled papers back into their folders, humming some catchy pop song that had been passed onto her earlier that day. It wasn't even a good one, honestly it sounded like one of those Youtube "originals"--ugh, why. Both amused and disturbed by this conflict, Kitty plopped down in her chair, pulled out her phone and turned on some music to remedy the situation. She lowered her head on the table and buried her face in the crook of her arm, so ready to recoup from that entire week. Too bad she had a lot to do this weekend--it felt that way anyway, she'd have to check to make sure. There was definitely a conference or two somewhere on that agenda, that was for certain. Sitting up, Kitty looked at her phone and replied to Wicked's texts, and then with her things got up and left the room. On her way up to her room, she passed by Kurt's and frowned. They hadn't really talked that much lately, at least, not in the way that was normal for them. It occurred to her that she didn't know what was going on in his life these days or how he was doing. Hit with a pang of guilt, Kitty knocked on his door, and when she didn't get a response, poked her head in. Not there. She dropped her stuff off at her room and headed where she knew she could find him--the gardens.
It would've been a good idea to grab her jacket first, but it was too late--she'd fight the afternoon chill with her sweater. And anyway, it wasn't supposed to start snowing until later, and she figured she would be inside long before that happened. Arms tightly crossed, Kitty wandered the garden, looking around until she spotted Kurt at the bridge that arched over the pond. Fidgeting with her necklace, she strolled over and paused just at the edge of the bridge. It was like she had this natural inclination toward awkward and stood there lamely, sneaking pretty obvious glances in Kurt's general direction, then looking away, while just as obviously creeping closer to him until she eventually reached his side. Lips pursed, Kitty stared out ahead of her and crossed her arms over the dewy wooden arch, grappling with her sudden ineptness to just talk. She ended up making silly faces instead and--oh, great, her sleeves were wet. Frowning at the expanding streaks going down to her elbows, Kitty tried scrubbing them away (which really just made it worse), and then looked to Kurt rather sheepishly. "The bridge is wet," she informed him in case he didn't know that for all the time he had been standing there. "And I miss you." That, he might not have known because she'd been too busy being stubborn and unnecessarily distant. She knew it stemmed from the whole SHIELD thing and her knack for leaving things unresolved when she didn't want to deal with them. That wasn't very fair. With a sigh, Kitty shrugged her shoulders, looking an equal mix of guilty and apologetic.