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      The boy barely held back a soft yelp as she bolted past with lightning speed, watching as the older male scooped her up into an aggressive hug before twirling her briefly. He looked to be a gentle man, a layer of scruff growing over his chin as he playfully brushed it against his daughters face with an almost mischievous glint. He was envious, truthfully, wondering what the feeling must be like but it was impossible not to smile at the excited babble slipping from the smallest female’s lips as she attempted to explain London and the new places she’d been while ignoring the fact the bald man had left her behind at the airport. He watched as the male laughed, nodding and listening intently to her every word before holding her tight “We missed having you home. Your mother misses cleaning up after you!”

      Pete’s icy blues glanced upwards at Kitty’s mother before a crooked smile followed suit, awkwardly scuffling to try and recollect the luggage alongside the other that the other had hastily dropped in sight of her father without merely a word to the woman. Perhaps he’d missed something and perhaps not, feeling well out of place as a look of worry crossed his face “W—Peter’s okay. Not much to it though. Names Pete Wisdom. From a small town back in London. Not too fancy. Not like this place, it’s a right mess if you don’t know where you’re goin’.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to explain where her daughter had been staying but he would answer whatever possible, knowing there wasn’t much point in lying during their first interaction before dropping a handful of clothing items atop the suitcase “Would say I kept an eye on Kitty but think she kept an eye on me.” He glances over as her father kept a firm hold on his daughter, ruffling her already messy curls before tossing a wary gaze back towards the scruffy little British boy.

      “Kitten tells me you two have been up to mischief. What is it you want with my daughter, Mr. Wisdom?” of course, the mutant boy was unable to detect the jesting tone (of which his daughter would no doubt whine at him over) from the seemingly serious male, instead responding awkwardly as he quickly shoved both hands into his pockets “I’m not—she said I could come with. Not many places that understand mutant rights and wot not back home. Not safe”

    Her eyes were just as blue as his but they were certainly somehow cold, a single eyebrow piqued at his description of home in London. The only reprise he was offered from the piercing gaze was when she followed his hand as he idly grabbed at clothes left by her stampede in the other direction. There was nothing to be said on the matter but certainly the grimace softened if only a smidgen and her shoulders untensed as she bent down on last time to pick up what was left. “She’s a handful isn’t she?” There was no attempt at hiding or hushing how very unlikely she fancied it being that Kitty should look after someone else and despite the way her daughter’s face crinkled it was not a comment made for her. It was said with her chin high and chest out, pride being the ultimate currency in the Pryde household, but it was aimed steady and straight for the boy who’d taken care of when she could not. “Thank you Peter.”

The huff and puff Kitty conquered at the idea that she could not fend for herself was enough to knock a house down and still her inflated cheeks and extended lower lips were defeated by the scruff of her father’s face rubbing against her. Perhaps it was the first cat like tendency she managed since she’d met Pete but she returned the the gesture, her cheek returning the rub with more vigor and affection then the head Pryde could dream of giving. Truly the Kitty Pryde in her father’s arms was different than the Kitty Pryde in Wolverine’s training sessions; renewed and affectionate as opposed to defense with a short fuse. Which wasn’t to say she did not have her limits. Upon his timely embarrassment and Pete’s stuttered reply she shouted: “DAD!”

“He doesn’t want anything.” She drew back if only slightly to give him the sort of condensing look only a teenage girl could get away with; the roll of her eyes, the flip of her hair, the raise of both eyebrows, and widened brown eyes. “He’s my boyfriend.” A surprise statement not rehearsed or practiced for by anyone standing in Pryde’s yard. Just another example of her brash behavior working as it always did.

Terri’s eyes widened only to meet Carmen’s across the way, her way of communicating thoughts without any mutant powers, the thought being this is your daughter. But she did not break stride hoping to keep the satisfaction of shaking up the family dynamic for the fifteenth time this year out of her earth shattering daughter’s hands. “Well…” is her controlled response as she let out a sigh and tapped on Pete’s back with the hand she made free awkwardly shifting after the proclamation. “Let’s…not do this in front of the entire neighborhood. Come inside Pete.”

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