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Tuesday, September 9th, 2025 10:13 pmWHO: Kitty Pryde & Piotr Rasputin
WHEN: August 18, 2025
WHERE: A teachers' sitting room in the mansion
WHAT: Kitty and Piotr hang out, and Kitty shares a fun fact.
WARNINGS: None!!
WHEN: August 18, 2025
WHERE: A teachers' sitting room in the mansion
WHAT: Kitty and Piotr hang out, and Kitty shares a fun fact.
WARNINGS: None!!
The whole “we’re kids again” thing had made Kitty aware she was perhaps not being as welcoming a host to Illyana’s brother as she could’ve been. She’d taken up rectifying this by hanging out while Piotr was in a room, just working and talking from time to time, just to keep him company. He doesn’t ever say much. Which is usually just fine to Kitty, she can fill a silence all by herself. Piotr, for his part, enjoys this companionable silence, and doesn't mind when it's occasionally broken.
Today, though, she’s lying on a couch in a teacher’s sitting room and the numbers on her computer screen feel like they’re bleeding together. She puts down her laptop and on a whim, considers the man a few feet away. “You wanna hear something weird?” She asks, which from her, he can probably tell by now, could mean anything.
Looking up from his sketchbook, glad for the interruption because he is trying to get back to art and it has been trying, Piotr tilts his head ever so slightly in curiosity. It didn't take long at all to learn that Kitty will likely always be surprising him. He enjoys it, though. It keeps him on his toes.
"Is it a 'fun fact'?" He has recently learned about the term 'fun fact' and air quotes, which he also employs now.
Kitty smiles at his mastery of air quotes. He’s come a really long way already, for someone who mastered English in like, two minutes because of their Professor’s weird propensity for beaming languages into people’s heads. “It’s kind of a fun fact. Okay.”
She sits up and puts her laptop to the side, leaning on her knees so she can meet his eyes, fully serious, no smiling. “You know how in other universes, like, anything can happen? Anything at all? It’s recently come to my attention that there’s one universe in which I left you at the altar as we were saying our wedding vows. I wanted to say you’re welcome for that.”
Piotr settles in to listen intently to what Kitty has to say to him, figuring he'll be informed about a strange quirk of some exotic animal he's never heard of before. Instead, it's this. He just sort of stares at her for a while, not bothered but very obviously confused.
"...is that really a 'fun fact'?"
Air quotes, again, because he wants to be accurate. He continues to look confused, trying to envision this reality and coming up short.
She probably should have warned him of the nature of this, Kitty thinks retroactively. But she just shrugs. “I mean? I think so. It’s not really us, right? I have fun facts about a lot of the different universes. We’re animated in some of them.”
Maybe this proves her point. She looks back, wrinkling her nose in some half-apology. “Is it weird?”
There is another long moment of silence as Piotr tries to discern why Kitty had thought that this was something to simply drop in his lap with no warning. Why leaving someone at the altar, even in a different universe, is even vaguely 'fun fact' adjacent.
It's bizarre — the information and Kitty's choice to share it — but honestly, what hasn't been bizarre since he'd awoken? Since he'd been put away in his temporary prison? Practically since he'd been born?
He lets out a sudden, small laugh, a little overwhelmed with the complete insanity that all of this is.
"Of course it is weird." But he doesn't sound bothered by it.
"I feel like you looked at me funny, not long after I first arrived. Is this why?"
She grins, because of course it’s insane. But sometimes it’s better to get all the insanity out on the table, she’s found. Especially when it intersects so easily with their normal lives.
“Yeah. Sorry. I wasn’t sure how to approach it, because it’s definitely weird. But I figure we should have equal knowledge, so like. Now you know. If it helps. I really don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m about 40% gayer in this universe.”
It's actually sort of nice that Kitty is at least somewhat incapable of hiding her feelings, Piotr thinks. It's funny, too, enough that he laughs a little again and shakes his head. He leans back in his chair, listening to her ramble. He's struck by her admission of her sexuality, but unlike her, he can keep his thoughts from showing on his face. It's good that she can be so open. Though, he's not sure what 40% gayer really means.
"No, I do not think it will. You are not my type, I am afraid. No offense."
Momentarily, he looks down at his sketchbook, filled with half done scribbles he's all unhappy with.
"Maybe it is good I know? At least you do not have to feel weird now. Since we have equal knowledge. It is very strange though."
Kitty does check him for signs of being way put out or uncomfortable by this brazen discussion of their alternate life selves, but she doesn’t see it. She smiles, easily. He might be right. It’s better out in the open. Gives it less power, anyway.
“There’s so many strange things in these universes. I’ve stopped thinking they could possibly apply to me. In my intended home universe, I’m married to Scoot’s time-travelling daughter.”
She sighs, because that still is weird, to her. She perks up a little at the mention of types, because again, there’s some freedom in knowing that’s not her. “Is anyone your type, here? We’re all hot, but have you seen anyone especially?”
"Scott's time-traveling daughter?"
Piotr is mystified. All of this sounds fake, like something from a storybook, but again, his own life has been so odd that he simply accepts everything he's told. Kitty has no reason to lie to him, anyways. And because she’s not lying, she simply nods, because that’s true, and she has no other details.
Her question, though, takes him by surprise, but maybe he should learn not to be surprised when it comes to her. While not shy or flustered, it does take him a few moments to find his words.
"Oh. Ah. I do not talk about those things. And I do not know everyone well enough, in any case."
“You don’t have to know anyone well enough to think they’re cute.” Leaps out of her mouth before she can think better of it, but she tempers herself soon enough, remembering where exactly they found Piotr, and the circumstances there. “...But you don’t have to think anyone’s cute, obviously.”
Kitty is trying, and Piotr appreciates that, even if her brand of trying doesn't really align with the things he wants to talk about. Idly, his pencil starts to work at the paper in front of him. He thinks he maybe does need to know someone well enough to think they're cute.
"I can appreciate aesthetics, of course. The team is very good looking. But for me, I am… particular, is all." Which is an easy way to hedge, he hopes.
"You are seeing someone now, yes?"
She understands that. It’s not really hedging, just a preference to be treated like any other. So Kitty just nods, still bright. “You can be particular.” Okay, probably he doesn’t need her permission, either.
The reminder, though, makes her sigh; dramatic and forlorn. “Selena. She’s a nurse. She…works very hard.”
"...why do you seem sad?" It doesn't seem like sadness brought on by someone you care about working too hard, or not having enough free time. Still, Piotr realizes after a moment that it's maybe rude to just ask so bluntly.
"If you want to share," he tacks on, hoping that mitigates any rudeness.
Kitty, it’s probably obvious by now, loves blunt questions, actually. She’s certainly prone to them herself. But she still shakes her head.
“I’m not sad.” She’s really not; but it is a complex situation and sometimes her brain feels a little too full for one more complex situation. It’s certainly too much for someone she just met. “It’s like. A lot.”
She forewarns, leaning back so she can see his painting. “What do You know about girls?” She asks, both as a distraction and for real. Maybe he could be a resource.
Piotr waits for Kitty to clearly be done talking before even making an attempt himself — she has more to say than him, always, and he'd hate to interrupt. He nods a little as she says she's not sad, taking her at her word. Emotions are complex, and it sounds like the situation is, too.
Her question, though, makes him laugh a little.
"Next to nothing. I have not spent so much time around girls. It has mostly been my sister and my mother. And… there was one, in…" He frowns slightly in thought, trying to choose his words as he shifts his notebook a little so Kitty can see the sketches. It's nothing much, just half-finished views of the room, out the window, a few highly detailed pieces of furniture.
"The task force that I was a part of. But she did not like me very much, so we did not talk really."
The mention of a task force does make Kitty’s ears perk up a little. But she doesn’t pry. She figures that he’ll tell her, in time.
“You’re good at that.” She points at the pictures, and says instead. “And I promise not to ask you like. Too much girl advice, then. But I can give you any. I know a lot of girls.” And boys. But she holds back from that part, so as not to be too entirely embarrassing.
"I am much out of practice," Piotr says after a moment, as a way to gently push away the compliment. It's not self-pitying or even self-deprecating. He simply is out of practice, and he's not as happy with his work as he could be. And compliments have a strange feeling to them, these days.
"I am sorry I cannot provide much useful girl advice." This, at least, has some humor injected into it. "But I will let you know if I am ever in need."
“It’s still good.” Kitty presses anyway. (A quiet "Thank you," is his only acknowledgement of this.) She thinks Piotr is sweet. He should learn to be confident, too. She looks up to grin at him.
“Ready whenever.” She promises. “I’ll make up for being your almost-wife in a different dimension.” Then she screws up her nose. “That’s still weird, isn’t it.”
Piotr's smile returns, genuine and soft. He can't imagine he'll be needing her advice but he appreciates the offer all the same. He enjoys her company. The fact that they were almost married in another universe is more funny than awkward, given how insane his life has been up to this point.
"It is strange, and it will probably remain strange. But that is alright. It does not make me think of you differently. I appreciate all of your kindness and your company."
Which sounds formal enough that Kitty smiles again, amused but not unkind. “I mean. You were probably gonna get sucked into our strange stuff regardless. So maybe it’s better to get out of the way early.”
She gives him a look, assessing something she’d really already decided. “And that’s good because I think you’ll fit in really well here.”
"I think I already have gotten into your 'strange stuff', yes?" Piotr points to his throat, where he knows the strange mark he shares with the others resides. Honestly, it doesn't bother him as much as it probably should. Much like knowing he and Kitty almost got married, it's overshadowed by everything else.
"And as long as I am not in the way, I am happy."
Kitty shakes her head quickly at the very notion Piotr might be in the way. She touches the back of her own neck. He’s being weirdly cool about the notion of being from a different universe at all. Not for the first time, Kitty hopes he’s actually okay. He’s probably not, quite. But he will be. She grins.
“You’re one of us now. Sorry.”
Today, though, she’s lying on a couch in a teacher’s sitting room and the numbers on her computer screen feel like they’re bleeding together. She puts down her laptop and on a whim, considers the man a few feet away. “You wanna hear something weird?” She asks, which from her, he can probably tell by now, could mean anything.
Looking up from his sketchbook, glad for the interruption because he is trying to get back to art and it has been trying, Piotr tilts his head ever so slightly in curiosity. It didn't take long at all to learn that Kitty will likely always be surprising him. He enjoys it, though. It keeps him on his toes.
"Is it a 'fun fact'?" He has recently learned about the term 'fun fact' and air quotes, which he also employs now.
Kitty smiles at his mastery of air quotes. He’s come a really long way already, for someone who mastered English in like, two minutes because of their Professor’s weird propensity for beaming languages into people’s heads. “It’s kind of a fun fact. Okay.”
She sits up and puts her laptop to the side, leaning on her knees so she can meet his eyes, fully serious, no smiling. “You know how in other universes, like, anything can happen? Anything at all? It’s recently come to my attention that there’s one universe in which I left you at the altar as we were saying our wedding vows. I wanted to say you’re welcome for that.”
Piotr settles in to listen intently to what Kitty has to say to him, figuring he'll be informed about a strange quirk of some exotic animal he's never heard of before. Instead, it's this. He just sort of stares at her for a while, not bothered but very obviously confused.
"...is that really a 'fun fact'?"
Air quotes, again, because he wants to be accurate. He continues to look confused, trying to envision this reality and coming up short.
She probably should have warned him of the nature of this, Kitty thinks retroactively. But she just shrugs. “I mean? I think so. It’s not really us, right? I have fun facts about a lot of the different universes. We’re animated in some of them.”
Maybe this proves her point. She looks back, wrinkling her nose in some half-apology. “Is it weird?”
There is another long moment of silence as Piotr tries to discern why Kitty had thought that this was something to simply drop in his lap with no warning. Why leaving someone at the altar, even in a different universe, is even vaguely 'fun fact' adjacent.
It's bizarre — the information and Kitty's choice to share it — but honestly, what hasn't been bizarre since he'd awoken? Since he'd been put away in his temporary prison? Practically since he'd been born?
He lets out a sudden, small laugh, a little overwhelmed with the complete insanity that all of this is.
"Of course it is weird." But he doesn't sound bothered by it.
"I feel like you looked at me funny, not long after I first arrived. Is this why?"
She grins, because of course it’s insane. But sometimes it’s better to get all the insanity out on the table, she’s found. Especially when it intersects so easily with their normal lives.
“Yeah. Sorry. I wasn’t sure how to approach it, because it’s definitely weird. But I figure we should have equal knowledge, so like. Now you know. If it helps. I really don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m about 40% gayer in this universe.”
It's actually sort of nice that Kitty is at least somewhat incapable of hiding her feelings, Piotr thinks. It's funny, too, enough that he laughs a little again and shakes his head. He leans back in his chair, listening to her ramble. He's struck by her admission of her sexuality, but unlike her, he can keep his thoughts from showing on his face. It's good that she can be so open. Though, he's not sure what 40% gayer really means.
"No, I do not think it will. You are not my type, I am afraid. No offense."
Momentarily, he looks down at his sketchbook, filled with half done scribbles he's all unhappy with.
"Maybe it is good I know? At least you do not have to feel weird now. Since we have equal knowledge. It is very strange though."
Kitty does check him for signs of being way put out or uncomfortable by this brazen discussion of their alternate life selves, but she doesn’t see it. She smiles, easily. He might be right. It’s better out in the open. Gives it less power, anyway.
“There’s so many strange things in these universes. I’ve stopped thinking they could possibly apply to me. In my intended home universe, I’m married to Scoot’s time-travelling daughter.”
She sighs, because that still is weird, to her. She perks up a little at the mention of types, because again, there’s some freedom in knowing that’s not her. “Is anyone your type, here? We’re all hot, but have you seen anyone especially?”
"Scott's time-traveling daughter?"
Piotr is mystified. All of this sounds fake, like something from a storybook, but again, his own life has been so odd that he simply accepts everything he's told. Kitty has no reason to lie to him, anyways. And because she’s not lying, she simply nods, because that’s true, and she has no other details.
Her question, though, takes him by surprise, but maybe he should learn not to be surprised when it comes to her. While not shy or flustered, it does take him a few moments to find his words.
"Oh. Ah. I do not talk about those things. And I do not know everyone well enough, in any case."
“You don’t have to know anyone well enough to think they’re cute.” Leaps out of her mouth before she can think better of it, but she tempers herself soon enough, remembering where exactly they found Piotr, and the circumstances there. “...But you don’t have to think anyone’s cute, obviously.”
Kitty is trying, and Piotr appreciates that, even if her brand of trying doesn't really align with the things he wants to talk about. Idly, his pencil starts to work at the paper in front of him. He thinks he maybe does need to know someone well enough to think they're cute.
"I can appreciate aesthetics, of course. The team is very good looking. But for me, I am… particular, is all." Which is an easy way to hedge, he hopes.
"You are seeing someone now, yes?"
She understands that. It’s not really hedging, just a preference to be treated like any other. So Kitty just nods, still bright. “You can be particular.” Okay, probably he doesn’t need her permission, either.
The reminder, though, makes her sigh; dramatic and forlorn. “Selena. She’s a nurse. She…works very hard.”
"...why do you seem sad?" It doesn't seem like sadness brought on by someone you care about working too hard, or not having enough free time. Still, Piotr realizes after a moment that it's maybe rude to just ask so bluntly.
"If you want to share," he tacks on, hoping that mitigates any rudeness.
Kitty, it’s probably obvious by now, loves blunt questions, actually. She’s certainly prone to them herself. But she still shakes her head.
“I’m not sad.” She’s really not; but it is a complex situation and sometimes her brain feels a little too full for one more complex situation. It’s certainly too much for someone she just met. “It’s like. A lot.”
She forewarns, leaning back so she can see his painting. “What do You know about girls?” She asks, both as a distraction and for real. Maybe he could be a resource.
Piotr waits for Kitty to clearly be done talking before even making an attempt himself — she has more to say than him, always, and he'd hate to interrupt. He nods a little as she says she's not sad, taking her at her word. Emotions are complex, and it sounds like the situation is, too.
Her question, though, makes him laugh a little.
"Next to nothing. I have not spent so much time around girls. It has mostly been my sister and my mother. And… there was one, in…" He frowns slightly in thought, trying to choose his words as he shifts his notebook a little so Kitty can see the sketches. It's nothing much, just half-finished views of the room, out the window, a few highly detailed pieces of furniture.
"The task force that I was a part of. But she did not like me very much, so we did not talk really."
The mention of a task force does make Kitty’s ears perk up a little. But she doesn’t pry. She figures that he’ll tell her, in time.
“You’re good at that.” She points at the pictures, and says instead. “And I promise not to ask you like. Too much girl advice, then. But I can give you any. I know a lot of girls.” And boys. But she holds back from that part, so as not to be too entirely embarrassing.
"I am much out of practice," Piotr says after a moment, as a way to gently push away the compliment. It's not self-pitying or even self-deprecating. He simply is out of practice, and he's not as happy with his work as he could be. And compliments have a strange feeling to them, these days.
"I am sorry I cannot provide much useful girl advice." This, at least, has some humor injected into it. "But I will let you know if I am ever in need."
“It’s still good.” Kitty presses anyway. (A quiet "Thank you," is his only acknowledgement of this.) She thinks Piotr is sweet. He should learn to be confident, too. She looks up to grin at him.
“Ready whenever.” She promises. “I’ll make up for being your almost-wife in a different dimension.” Then she screws up her nose. “That’s still weird, isn’t it.”
Piotr's smile returns, genuine and soft. He can't imagine he'll be needing her advice but he appreciates the offer all the same. He enjoys her company. The fact that they were almost married in another universe is more funny than awkward, given how insane his life has been up to this point.
"It is strange, and it will probably remain strange. But that is alright. It does not make me think of you differently. I appreciate all of your kindness and your company."
Which sounds formal enough that Kitty smiles again, amused but not unkind. “I mean. You were probably gonna get sucked into our strange stuff regardless. So maybe it’s better to get out of the way early.”
She gives him a look, assessing something she’d really already decided. “And that’s good because I think you’ll fit in really well here.”
"I think I already have gotten into your 'strange stuff', yes?" Piotr points to his throat, where he knows the strange mark he shares with the others resides. Honestly, it doesn't bother him as much as it probably should. Much like knowing he and Kitty almost got married, it's overshadowed by everything else.
"And as long as I am not in the way, I am happy."
Kitty shakes her head quickly at the very notion Piotr might be in the way. She touches the back of her own neck. He’s being weirdly cool about the notion of being from a different universe at all. Not for the first time, Kitty hopes he’s actually okay. He’s probably not, quite. But he will be. She grins.
“You’re one of us now. Sorry.”