John/Kitty
"That's true... good thing I am alway..." Then John snapped up a flex of an arm. "Armed with this gun!" Okay. This joke was ridiculous, but ultimately he thought Kitty would either laugh or roll her eyes so hard she'd be in a coma to save him from the embarrassment of the flop of a shit joke. Though his smile never swayed in the slightest.
"Well, when the time truly comes around, we'll just have to have a little celebration." John said leaning towards her some. "Reasons to have fun and all." John shrugged. "Besides Australia Day is much better in comparison." He teased with a coy tone. "So much pie and fun and fireworks." His grinned widened. "Bigger fireworks."
This day, and into night might be cracking up to be one swell evening. That was good if you were to ask John. Despite the single kick up that had caused him to almost kill someone.
"Lower it to zero?" Pyro feigned insult. "How dare?" Scrunching his face at her some he made a face right at her. "I dunno. That doesn't seem like something in my normal capabilities." Though he let that St. John smile creep across his face. "Though, I think if you spend the evening distracting me thoroughly, you might be able to keep it down to zero." He leaned in fully planting a small teasing kiss along her jawline right below her ear, and then whispered softly. "You think you're up for the challenge?