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Tweak says, "There Can Be Only One"

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) (kitty_has_claws) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2015-01-05 07:35:00

Entry tags:

carol peletier, damon salvatore, kitty pryde (aoa), korra, nathan harris, spencer reid, spike, tyki mikk

Day 305 : Action : Mistletoe OPEN!
[Kitty is up and out early. Working out in the training center and after a shower making some rounds through the prison. It may not be strictly part of her Defense Force schedule, but it helps clear the head and keep her active which is nice after the whole spilling every little thought thing that happened just a couple of days ago.

Of course there are some new obstacles out in the prison today to keep things interesting.]

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	kitty_has_claws 2015-02-14 04:19 am UTC (link)
	[Okay, you do that. She's just going to reach out, brush back some of your hair and place a sweet—possibly even maternal if you can buy that with their tiny age difference—kiss on your forehead. Of course, the bot will be having none of this, but it was worth a shot, right?] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	questionofwhen 2015-03-05 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	[Oh. That was painless. Slightly patronizing, but painless. Unfortunately, there is no confetti or barrier-releasing.] So much for letting us off easy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	kitty_has_claws 2015-03-07 06:03 pm UTC (link)
	[Patronizing might be better than semi-motherly given their respective ages.] Yeah, kind of a long shot. So, guess we need to do this the right way. For whichever part of this is right. [Because it mostly seems wrong.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	questionofwhen 2015-03-17 03:31 am UTC (link)
	The right way... [He's getting twitchy. Instead of allowing himself to return to thinking about all of the ways in which this is weird, Nathan places his hands on Kitty's shoulders and gives her a firm, businesslike kiss. Confetti?] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kitty_has_claws
2015-03-17 02:28 pm UTC (link)

[It's okay, Kitty will be thinking it's weird for the both of them as she kisses back just enough—she hopes—to shake that confetti loose. The moment she feels a flake land on her she pulls back, looking up as she jumps on the kitchen table, swiping at the bot.

There's a crackling sound as her fingertips pass through just the edge of the bot. It doesn't seem to be enough to stop it as it zips through the room. Then again, it did something because there's a crashing sound in the living room.]

Huh. [She jumps down from the table.] Come on, we're hunting bot.

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