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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 7, 2010 19:46:07 GMT -4
Kitty just couldn’t believe this! Alright, so yes, it was Bobby, so she really should have expected him to be pulling her leg, but he had seemed so sincere and had actually been scaring her and making her worry, and it was all one big joke! What a jerk!
For good measure, she hit him again.
“Of course you knew I was going to say that! Because it’s obviously what I’m doing right now!” Crossing her arms now that she was done abusing him, she settled for simply glowering at him. “You don’t take anything seriously, do you?”
He really was impossible, but as pathetic as it might make her he was still the best friend she had. He drove her crazy and made her so mad sometimes, but if something ever did happen to him... she shuddered suddenly. It was like that whole “someone walking over your grave” feeling. She really didn’t like that feeling.
She also didn’t like the feeling she got when Bobby called her a princess. A million images flooded her at once, none of them really tangible and all gone in a flash. It was written all over her face, though.
“Why did you call me that?” she asked, giving him a definitely weirded out look.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 8, 2010 9:10:55 GMT -4
“OW! Come on!” Bobby rubbed the sore spot on his arm with a wounded sort of expression on his face while he watched her talk. “…doing right now!” He said in unison with her. “…take anything seriously, do you?”
Of course that one wasn’t fair. She said that all the time!
Still rubbing his arm he gave her a half-hearted scowl. “If you aren’t going to listen then I’m not going to keep saying it,” he said with a little bit of a pout. “I’m a psychic. A telepath. A brain…jockey.” Okay he made that one up. But what else was there to say, seriously!
“I must have accidentally picked up some weirdo freaky fantasy of yours or something.”
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 14, 2010 15:41:06 GMT -4
He just kept talking along with her, saying exactly what she was saying at exactly the right time and it was just really setting her off. “Would you stop that?!” Kitty yelled, ready to haul off an hit him again but he was already flinching away, holding his arm, and she just barely managed to stop herself.
The more she sat there, the more he went on and on, the more she watched his expression, the more it became apparent that he wasn’t just messing with her. It was hard to believe it; it was hard to believe that he actually believed what he was saying.
“Come on, Bobby, you are not a telepath,” Kitty said, crossing her arms and giving him an exasperated look. “You make ice, you’re the Iceman. Telepathy just doesn’t go with that.”
Even if he did pull that ‘princess’ thing out of somewhere... no, that was completely ridiculous! What girl hasn’t fantasized about being a princess? As a little girl, Kitty had always dreamed that she was Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, that one day she would find out she was secretly a princess, and then her prince would show up on his white steed and carry her off into the sunset. That was how all fairytales worked, wasn’t it? In the end, the princess always got her happily ever after with her servant.
Prince! Wait, what?
“It is not some freaky fantasy, every girl dreams of being a princess at some point in her life,” Kitty quickly said, looking more than a bit defensive. “It’s a thing. Girls want to be princesses and guys want to be, I don’t know, cowboys or something. It doesn’t prove anything.”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 14, 2010 17:12:50 GMT -4
“Cowboys?!” Bobby huffed at the thought of it. “Yeah, maybe if I was like…old!” Cowboys. That was the stupidest thing Bobby had ever heard in his life. No kid these days could relate to a dusty old cowboy.
“Actually, it was a Jedi,” he said absently with a distant look in his eye. “I used to practice my lightsaber moves in front of the full length-“ Catching himself, he changed the subject.
“And who said any of this power business has to follow the Kitty…expert in everything…know what I’m talking about…model?” That hadn’t sounded as forceful as he’d meant it to. “Look, I can’t help it that I can read minds.” Did all telepaths have this much grief. “Man! No wonder Xavier is bald!”
He realized what he had just said and looked at Kitty in fear.
“Oh man, I can’t lose my hair!!”
He collapsed again dramatically on the bed.
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