Who: Kurt, OTA What: Stretching in the sun When: Saturday afternoon Where: Outside the Haven Kurt was far from one hundred percent recovered. He still grew tired and winded easily and slept like the dead at night, but the amazing Nightcrawler was clearly on his way to recovery. His short, dark smoke-blue fur had regained its gloss, his yellow eyes were again glowing and that dashing little grin had yet to leave his lips.
Still under strict orders not to overwork himself, Kurt had promised the nursing staff he would do nothing more than stretch and soak up the sun today, however he had taken his swords out with him. He did not plan any real sparring matches, but holding the familiar hilts and swinging a blade would do him a world of good, of this he was entirely sure. Dressed in white athletic pants and a muscle shirt which stood out sharply against his dark fur, Kurt had settled quite comfortably into a perfect split, rolling his neck as his muscles adjusted to the stretch. After so long bedridden, stretching and lengthening his muscles felt amazing, and he was sure he would appreciate the loose muscles once he seriously focused on regaining what lean muscle mass his body would carry again.
Eyes falling closed, he breathed in a deep lungful of air as he let the afternoon wash over him. He had abandoned his image inducer on the dresser back in his room, ever since his fight with the Legacy, he had decided that his looks simply had to be the will of God, and that he should, perhaps, try and embrace them more, or at least hide from them less. A butterfly lumbered in clumsy bright colors through the air before him, bringing a thoughtful smile to his lips. Perhaps he should attempt to find some flowers and surprise Maya, it would be quite nice to bring her a little bit of color during her long shifts in the Med-Lab.