who:Kitty Kate Pryde and Stan Uris. what: Ice cream and conversation. where: Richie and Eddie's house. when: After this. rating: TBD. Probably low. status: In progress.
Kate glanced in the direction that Richie and Eddie had disappeared. Well, not disappeared. That implied that their absence was unexpected or that their current location was unknown. No, it had been very obvious what was happening there and it was equally clear where they were. The two of them had been bickering in that way they seemed to do and then the conversation had taken a different tone and Richie was dragging Eddie off to the bedroom, seemingly forgetting they had company.
She blinked, then took another spoonful of ice cream. At least Richie had really good ice cream.
She'd honestly needed it. Things lately had been a mess. If she was honest, they'd been a mess for a while. Between her failed engagement to Peter, her failed engagement to Piotr - and really she needed to stop getting involved with men who had names that were any variation of that name - leaving the school and leaving the X-Men, and then being kept out of Krakoa...it was all a lot to deal with. She didn't understand why the gateways had locked her out. All mutants could get to Krakoa. If she couldn't, what did that mean? What did it make her? She loved what she was doing now. Helping mutants in need and fighting for her people, but she still felt lost. As much as she did miss her ship and her crew, it was almost easier being here where she didn't have to think about it so much.
She glanced over at Stan and gave him a small smile as she shifted to tuck her feet under her and turned slightly to face him better now that she wasn't dividing her attention between multiple people. Stan was becoming a good friend and someone she liked having in her life, and she was glad she'd decided to spend the evening with him. He'd been concerned, at first, by the state of her face, but had seemed to relax after she'd explained that it had genuinely been an accident and that nobody had hurt her. It was sweet. Her life was full of danger, and she'd forgotten what it was like to have someone worry about her over something so small. She just left out the entire fight with the Russians to avoid troubling him. After all, her black eye and broken nose didn't have anything to do with that.
"So," she said after they'd both been quiet for maybe too long, shaking her head and laughing, "how long do you think we're supposed to stay here before it gets weird?" Because she was perfectly willing to stay and eat all of Richie's ice cream, but the whole situation was definitely not covered by Emily Post.