Who: Britannic; tag Psylocke When: Sunday, August 3rd, 2008 (6:50 am) Where: Xavier's; dorms What: So, prom? Status: in progress Rating: PG(-13?)
Since it had been announced, Brian had been toying with the idea of asking his sister to be his ... accomplice for the evening. Most of the negativity had blown over in the past week or so, and they had since ceased their physical relationship (at least on the level to which it had elevated). So, he didn't really see any harm in poking a bit of fun at themselves while enjoying each others' company. To the best of his knowledge, no one had asked Betsy to be their date.
So as not to waste any more time (or give any early birds another chance to ask), after his morning shift let off, he made his way up to Betsy's door and peeked his face in before sliding through the half-opened entrance. "Good morning," he said, quietly. Whether or not she was awake, she was still in bed. Some mornings he knew she disappeared quite early and went to the Danger Room or gym (or even to see in on him - how novel).
Brian sat himself on the edge of her bed and leaned over, resting his forearms across his thighs. "You'd better get up, you know. Anymore beauty sleep and I'll have to keep Excalibur on my person at all times."