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    He gave a tiny pout as her shifts were far from comfortable, grumbling in the back of his throat at her waste of an entire cigarette that would have been smoked purely to alleviate his discomfort at the situation that had unfolded. He knew this was going to rear its’ head once again, that Tink would find some way to worm her way back into his life right when he’d rather her leave him the bloody hell alone. But such was simply to be expected when you lived in the heart of all this magic business and working alongside it.

    “This feisty bites harder than you think petal. Best be on good behaviour. No hard feelin’s” Such a comment was utterly ridiculous when you compared it to Tink of all beings but while Pryde seemingly wore the pants (at least, for a pair who never wore them to begin with ) so too did Wisdom have a jealous streak of his own, subconsciously raising his temperature as his hold tightens around the small brunette. He didn’t care if it was just a look for with this one looks almost always led to action and he had no hesitations in throwing her under a bus if she so much as moved wrong London be damned.

    Limbs stiffen as the harsh one continues to speak, laying out her terms and conditions that were far too risky to simply refuse without putting thought into it. Kitty could reject all she liked, could fight both his battles and hers but he’d done this before and would much rather avoid any situations similar to the last time such a request was made. He wasn’t going to have to risk the lives of his loved ones to save Britain and wasn’t going to allow it to end in such a way, shifting to wrap an arm around his kittens chest and keeping her in place like a tiny guard dog “Careful, Luv. Gotta hear this one out.” He speaks against the side of her head before ensuring his gaze met the faeries, lifting his chin with a wary gaze as that god forsaken woman kept her eyes trailed over the smallest ones frame and he resists the urge to cuss her out. 

    “Gatherin’ task forces ain’t really in me job description Lass. Better have a right good reason for all this. Wot have you lot done to London and why is it my job to bloody fix it?” He hates having to bargain with someone so problematic but this was no ordinary treaty. Far too much would ride atop it for him to simply turn and walk away and whether not Kitty intended to follow along behind was yet to be seen.

To call Kitty Pryde cranky was ambitious if not entirely true. And here with sleepy eyes aimed dead up at him having been roused from a nap with a suspicious phone call and rushed over to this office only to crumble at any demand given to him and her by his crazy ex-wife it was appropriate. Where his voice ghosted on her skin she shivered, cold finding it’s way to the girl who chose to wear pajamas out in the cold London air and, evidently, to a business meeting. Where his hands fell and asked her to come closer she compiled, all muscles loosening as she took what warmth he could offer her and her cheek brushed his. Her voice was low and calculated and it evident she was trying her very hardest to keep cool: “Let’s just go home Petey. When’s the last time you slept?” A whisper that was careful in place of careless, made evident in the way her lips ghosted across stray whiskers lining his jaw hinting at kisses but not giving their audience the satisfaction.

“Dragons.”

Tinkerbell’s argument was simpler and said more harshly. Her arms unfolded from her chest as she lost patience and steam for convincing the missus of her cause. “Now if I’m done bargaining with the American and her…purple thing…” the smile that shone through was inky as she reached forward and ran a finger under Lockheed’s chin before he promptly retreated to the other shoulder worming his way between Pete and Kitty. A snort was her response and the single finger she’d extended to scratch under the creature’s chin was instead traced down the curves on Kitty she’d been eyeing earlier attempting for a rouse from Pete and getting a jump back from her victim. “…for the fate of London.”

“There are dragons on my turf Pete. And you know things on my turf always find a way to leak out into yours. Every time. You get rid of them now there isn’t a problem. You don’t you roll the dice. Maybe one steps on your precious queen.” Her hurt was temporarily evident that even the creature of fairy tales might prefer this Kitty Pryde, mutant prom queen. Both pairs of eyes were locked on him in that moment. Kitty’s pleaded for sleep on both of their behaves and were made soft by her affections, unspoken for the most part as she left talking up to action. Tinkerbell’s were sharp and warned of danger but they kept the playfulness she’d always managed that suggested he was, how he’d day, just a bit ‘ov a chew toy.

There was another set outside of Pete’s forgotten in the drama of it all. Yes Lockheed’s eyes darted from his lion to the fairy and only briefly graced Pete with the privilege of his gaze despite their suddenly close proximity. He had the least to lose and the most to laugh at. Having wiggled between him and his kitten, his head popping out from where their cheeks once touched, he felt brave and he felt smug. A reptilian tongue found it’s way to Pete’s cheek and in the way he did through that telepathic connection Lockheed had made as a bridge to which he might express his spite he spoke or rather echoed in Pete’s head: “Ａｒｅ ｗｅ ｈａｖｉｎｇ ｆｕｎ ｙｅｔ？”