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  “It’s no problem Mrs. Pryde.” He’s filled with a strange sense of unease as she watches him and that firm gaze chills him ever so slightly to the core. She’s a woman who knows what she’s doing and has probably been through every situation known to man with a daughter like Kitty. While his lover was excitable and bubbly her mother was nothing of the sort and it became all too clear perhaps why the bond with her father had grown much more prominent, glancing back before the awkward crooked smile returned and his awkwardness to being around a full and apparently functioning family was made evident “Jus’ the right amount. She’s an amazin’ gal either way. Right smart. Keeps life interestin’.”

  Tentatively does he retrieve the garment from the woman as her father laughed boisterously from across the way at her instantaneous rebuttal “Well excuse me Kitten!” his tone is playful as he squeezes her shoulder lightly though clearly caught off guard by the B word she spat out so effortlessly. He’d glance at his daughter, masking the shock quite well (or so he thought) and once again back towards his wife, pulling the girl aggressively into a hug and dragging his prickly beard down along her cheek in an attempt to best her means of affection “this is quite the surprise hm? Not even a warning for your old man?” Before withdrawing and mussing her hair again he gives her the lightest tap on the back, guiding her inside so as to avoid disgruntling the mama dragon rather close to breathing f i r e down his neck

  Even Pete himself had been stunned by her admittance as his eyes widened and he’d almost tripped backwards over the suitcase before glancing at her mother, eyes instead focusing firmly over the floor to avoid looking at either of the elder Prydes and being hit with potential scorn. He didn’t know what kind of people they were and at first glance he’d been clearly judged but how much hate could you really harbour towards an essentially homeless British boy who seemed completely and irrevocably in love with your daughter? Carmen glanced at his wife with a brief shrug of his shoulders in response as the Pryde gathering made its way back indoors, giving Terri the briefest shake of his head as if to mutter not here not now and allow the pair to at least settle in before discussing the newly added elephant in the room.

  Pete had wasted no time in dragging the suitcase past the entrance and into the living room though had no idea where to go from here, simply glancing at his apparent girlfriend with a nervous attempt at a smile. He’d never done this before and certainly hadn’t expected it to go so eerily smooth, expecting a hurricane later in the evening as he remained close “where am I takin’ this Kitten?”

Her mother stalked into the house, casting her gaze over her shoulder at the pair of teens with the grace and ferocity one might expect from such a doting mother figure. How very contained she was might have seemed dangerous to anyone else but Kitty was all but desensitized to it. She never once stopped to think that perhaps the mother of the Pryde household might be a foreboding force to one so new and timid as him because she grew up brave and bold and under her reign. That icy voice did not affect Kitty but surely it’d slice through Pete: “Dinner will be done in ten minutes and I expect to see both of you. You can show him the room but unpack afterwards ok Peter?”

“You heard her Petey!” Kitty having been liberated from her bags by the grace of clumsy entrance wove her hand into Pete’s and did not hesitant to tug him and the luggage he toted up the stairs. “I’ll show you the guest room!” Her footsteps were wild and thundering and he was dragged along for the ride until she hit the very top step. There was a point, broad and sweeping towards the room he was meant to stay in; it was white and clean and sterile and had the occasional stray menorah likely in preparation for the holiday at hand. It was simple and the decoration screamed the work of the Pryde matron no matter how short a time you knew her. “We can put those away later if you want. Dad gets ready for Hanukkah way too early every year like he’s competing with Christmas or something. Come on put your stuff down!”

It was suddenly her voice dropped, caught in the secrecy and excitement and affection of it all, her hand locking with his again this time with a calmer accuracy and a contented purr to match, “Let’s go to my room.” Although she paused and used his arm to twirl herself into a sloppy pirouette that could have been better but lacked professionalism in the face of her unending joy at his being here in her home something akin to permanently, this was not a suggestion. Rather it was a command unabashed and accompanied by a pull of him into the room directly across the hall.

It was strange and delightfully Kitty; the walls were deep purple lined with posters The Muppets next to Gene Simmons, The Beatles next to Swan Lake. Her floor had once been a mess and it was evident a certain doting mother had been through by the way Kitty’s attention had been so fixated by an old and familiar rug. Alas, it was most likely for the best as she dragged him ever closer to her bed, falling back onto it without ever letting go of him causing him to topple of top of her. A sloppy kiss for the poor boy she’d dragged from London to New York to Illinois to Chicago to Deerfield to her house and then finally into her room as her hand finally let his free and instead opted to work through his slicked back hair, thumb idly moving the shaved bit about. “Do you like it? Not my room I mean. Everything. I wanna know how you feel about everything.”

Nov 22 21:11 ( ♥ 15 )