I'm gonna throw up and then we're gonna die!
Three thunderous, yes thunderous, knocks vibrated the wooden door that separated Mikhail and Kitty from the rest of Xavier's. The Russian, ninety-nine percent sure who the fist falls belonged to, stood from his bed and walked toward the door. Mikhail and Katherine had been lounging, while they watched choreography videos on the Youtube. Mikhail cracked open the door to see what he expected, Piotr just beyond the doorway. What he did not expect, however, was his younger brother's haste with which he entered the room. Pete shouldered his way through and sat on the end of Mikhail's bed, shifting the entire mattress. "I am sorry. I thought this was polite society. Where one ask before entering private space." Mikhail used his annoyed voice, thankful he and Shadowcat were simply watching videos. "Would you like to apologize to Katherine?"
"Eva broke up with me... in a text message." Piotr stated, still a bit shell shocked.
"Okay. Valid point." Mikhail understood better Pete's motives. But still planned to have a conversation later. "I am sorry." The older brother offered while he exchanged a glance with Kitty. This was not his strong suit.