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        “Course I know it’s bloody August.” These two k n e w how to make a scene when it came down to it and that’s exactly what Pete had the intent of doing. He wasn’t much of a dancer, no surprise, but if it involved some lewd wiggles and a lack of clothing he could no doubt pull it off as those poor, poor individuals were beginning to see and if the look of horror etched over their faces wasn’t an indication, the lack of movement surely was “Christmas is a bloody crock of shit too.”

   He cared not for whether his pants were retrieved by the end of it and kicked them effortlessly to the side to ensure his movements were swift, clearly a man with a vengeance as bodies began dropping much faster. But he still shivers as the brunette phases through his chest, grumbling idly before winding fingers into the next victim’s shirt and crushing his skull into the wall as he damn well deserved.

   “Bugger off! All me knickers needed washin’. Didn’t expect to be naked did I?” he watches as the count dwindles and huffs proudly before retreating tentatively to his lovers side before pushing a head through her chest, knowing the sensation alone would freeze him into shock before dropping and spraying another sea of burning knives into a collection of another with a low growl “You bought ‘em anyway. Should be flattered.” He places the lightest of kisses against her lips before shuffling off to the side, incapacitating another before glancing behind with a wary gaze albeit pleased over the fact they seem to have completely thinned “We almost done, Kitten. No way to hide in the ceiling again right—“

      “Oh shut up.” Despite the attitude she stood still, hands on hips as a disorientated man was shoved through her. As Pete let go, he fell through her chest, through her stomach, through her legs, before finally hitting the floor to which she responded by becoming solid again and-   ever so daintily-    stepping over the body. “Christmas isn’t that bad. You complaining about Christmas is more annoying than Christmas. And I’m Jewish.”

Fists went up again, all her annoyance evidently focused into one punch as she drew back and wound up, realizing her tension right in the center of a combatant’s face. While she was mighty indeed when ‘buggered off by the mister’ it wasn’t enough to keep him down, he stumbled up and she stumbled through, hastily running through the man to return to Pete’s side with a bump of her hip against his. “Rudolph is a cute look for you and I’m glad you didn’t go commando today, okay? Are you happy? Appeased?” A kiss told her he was even if he wasn’t and she hummed watching him go on the offense with a proud look that engulfed her, arms folded and chin high as something was thrown through her.

Admittedly she had to tear her gaze away from him, but once she managed she found a round object at her feet. It clicked relentlessly and began to open up and become square. She feared the worst, an explosion perhaps, and acted on instinct putting her hand through it in attempt to prevent tragedy and simply break the thing but the moment it began sparking she knew she’d done wrong. Smoke poured out of it and she knew what was happening: she’d activated a smoke bomb with who knows what kind of smoke. It could have been poison or some sort of drug and immediately her gaze fell back on Pete this time not with a look of proud but of worry. She grimaced, she panicked. She practically tackled her partner. Down they fell a floor lower then where they had been, a floor further from leaving the dingy lair of an anti-mutant organization; the exact opposite of his request. “I-     uh…think we’ll have to go out the back way.” 

Dec 21 11:41 ( ♥ 15 )