Who: Nightcrawler, Storm When: Wednesday, July 30th, 2008 (afternoon) Where: Xavier's; classroom What: shall we dance? Status: complete Rating: PG
"I heard you've been pretty busy lately," Ororo said before looking up from the book on her desk. She was going over a lesson plan when Kurt had popped in on her, and continued to do so. She smiled, "I guess it's nice to get out once in a while, eh?" She didn't like being trapped in the classroom; she supposed just as much as Kurt didn't like being trapped in the chapel. "I'm going to check on some of my roses after I get this finished," her hand traced along a line of text with a blue highlighter and she set it down again before returning her full attention to Nightcrawler.
"Ja," Kurt said as he lounged in one of the students desks in front of Ororo. It was a relief to sit and carry on normal conversation with his friends and colleagues. He nodded at her comment about the roses. It was wonderful that everyone kept the grounds well tended even though the world was in chaos. It gave those who didn't teach and still wished to help something to keep their minds and bodies occupied for a time. "Mind if I join you?"
"Oh, I can think of a few." He gave Storm a wink followed by a grin. Kurt was a very good dancer, due to the fact that he was so flexible (and he had a good memory for steps). He killed the competition when it came to playing limbo as well. He glanced out the window before he looked back to the platinum haired beauty in front of him, giving her a slightly mischievous smile. "So, has Logan asked you to the prom at all?"
Ororo grinned and closed her eyes to the laugh that was escaping her mouth. Her head went back slightly before she gathered herself again and she found that her hands had clapped together in amusement. Hell no, he hadn't. And the thought of it made her amused to the core. She forced her face to relax a bit and rested her hands on either side of her hips on the desk. "No. He hasn't. And I don't plan to force him." She didn't work that way. Ororo Munroe didn't chase after a man - especially not one she knew was already interested.
Kurt knew very well that he hadn't (and most likely wouldn't) asked Ororo to the prom. Wolverine wasn't exactly the partying type, let alone a social butterfly. He nodded in response to her answer. Kurt sat in silence for a moment, contemplating. He hadn't really thought about trying to find a date, but the lady in front of him was obviously available and she was his friend. Why not? Kurt stood from the desk to stand in front of Ororo. He gave her a dramatic, sweeping bow, and looked up at her as he was bent at the waist. "Vould you accompany me to the dance, Ms. Munroe?"
Ororo held in her emotional response as her legs crossed delicately at the ankles and she gave a reserved curtsy. Her head bowed forward in acceptance and when it raised again, she was grinning. "Of course I will," smirk, "Mr. Wagner," she took his chin and urged him to arise, then pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you," she told him, feeling as though he were doing her a favor. He probably didn't see it that way, but it was kind of him all the same. She loved to be near Kurt, more so than most of their colleagues, so it made the event that was to be all the more appealing. Her fingers lingered on his chin for a moment and she watched his eyes before dropping her hand again. "My uh, dress is white." She smiled and brought up the mental image of Kurt's dark skin against a white tuxedo. A bit of a striking contrast. Perhaps too much.
His glowing eyes looked at her as she held his chin. That move had been unexpected, but he took it in stride, rising up at her suggestion. He was very pleased that she had accepted his invitation. Kurt grinned after her words of thanks. He always enjoyed Storm's company immensely. He let out a laugh when she mentioned the color of her dress. He gave her a smirk of his own before he replied following up with another wink, "Don't vorry. I've got somezhing zhat von't clash too horribly vith your gown." He had chosen a simple black suit, with a vest that went all right with his skin tone. It was a lucky thing that Storm's dress was neutral, as he knew that couples typically tried to match one another. He chuckled as he thought of all of these things. Someone his age worrying about prom dates and tuxedos. Only in the X-Men.
"Good," she beamed. She motioned for him to follow after her as she headed for the door. "C'mon," she took his three-fingered hand and pulled him into the hall, nearly giddy, "I'll show you what you can use for the corsage," she was half-joking, of course. She had been figuring on offering up some of her blooms for the fellows escorting ladies (or gentlemen?) to offer to their dates. "There's a white rose bush in bloom." Her narrow fingers gave his a squeeze before releasing them. "We'll have to find some time beforehand to brush up." The last time she had danced had been with Hank - years ago. She was probably a little rusty. In the back of her mind, she was wondering what Logan might think or say about all of this.
"Ah, lovely." Kurt said of the roses. He knew they were very beautiful. Just like the woman who had just squeezed his hand. He laughed when she mentioned dancing. He hadn't danced in a long while, but he guessed it was like riding a bike. "I'm sure we can sort out some time in our busy schedules to practice a few steps, don't you think?" he questioned with a smile.