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“Wh–!”He yelps as his small frame is effortlessly tossed backwards and his limbs effortlessly wrap around her own, returning the kisses as he’d begun to grow used to her incessant need for affection. He didn’t mind in the slightest, of course, the corners of his lips quirking before his nose brushes over her scalp as further kisses are placed. Warm fingertips slip up the back of her shirt, caressing the divots of her spine and ever so playfully against her butt once again and he’s sure she can feel the smile that spreads further against her mop of hair “S’okay Kitten. I don’t mind. Christmas wasn’t big back with me folks anyway. You can leave ‘em up.” She fit nicely when she lay like that. It wasn’t awkward, wasn’t uncomfortable nor did it make him want to move away. It was the most content he’d ever felt in his life, how home probably feels, if you’re lucky enough to have one.

The sound of Mama Pryde’s voice booming up the stairs and his newest companion’s rapid movements only seemed to confirm his worries even more so than they had been. He wasn’t a threat nor was he here to cause trouble for Kitty though whether or not she would be able to accept this was yet to be seen. But kitty was up and so too was he with her aggressive tugs, pausing to ensure the gesture lingered and he gave her a swift nod “—also, count me in with sleepin’ here. Our secret.” He smiles that same crooked smile and Pete manages to keep up with the skittering back towards the kitchen. Truthfully he was elated even with the terrifying gaze of the mother fixated on his timid self but judging on Kittys favour towards her father would he take the role of the opposite, treat her much like he had his own and perhaps would reap the same rewards? “Uh— Righ’! Comin’ Mrs Pryde.”

His head remains high before taking place directly beside the cold and seemingly harsh woman, taking a stack of four plates from the cupboard and carefully shuffling around the table, watching as the oldest of the group scoops his daughter up and gives her a swift twirl over towards the sofa in the living room. As much as his heart tightens and he wants to head closer remaining where he was seemed a much better plan, inhaling slowly before returning once more to the matron.

Kitty’s father, however dealing much better than her mother no doubt was the one who would need to speak to the girl, resting her gently in his lap as he makes no effort in smoothing down her wild locks and glancing back to the busied British boy in the room beside them “Mama isn’t gonna kill little Petey. But You know you shouldn’t have sprung this on us. She’s close to losing her head if we aren’t careful.” He doesn’t want her to think he’s mad for even a moment as he pulls her into a tight hug, his facial hair brushing against her cheek before casting a second glance back to the alternate pair “Seems pretty nervous. You’re sure this kid isn’t gonna be trouble? We love you so much so the last thing we need is a strange, mutant boy in the house.” With a smile he brushes her fringe out of her eyes, ensuring he didn’t have a fiery temper brimming on the horizon “I just want you to make sure of no funny business so then I can reassure that mama of yours to relax. Are we clear?” He knows this will get a rise out of his fiery teenager but the last thing either of them want is an overly paranoid mother trying to keep a permanent eye on the pair everywhere they went.

But regardless of how long their talk may or may not have gone the scent of food filled the house and inevitably cut it short, a tiny Pete scuttling along beside the older woman to ensure he did everything just right to whatever standards she happened to have for her house. He glances over at his new partner with an almost hesitant puppy-like gaze, silently pining for her to come back before taking the time to forge his own bond with a careful glance upwards “… ‘Preciate you lettin’ me stay in your house. Probably a bit weird given you don’t know me but I’ll do whatever needs doin’ if you need anythin’.” Awkwardly does his speech stop after wondering how ridiculous he probably sounded, reaching across his torso to rub idly at his arm while waiting for the other pair to return to the table. 

  The glance the matron spares over her shoulder at the two on the couch was slow and calculated and even, should one happen to catch her eye, disappointed in the display of same old, same old. For a moment her attention was deviated away from the foreign entity in her home; a predator taken away from the peak of her hunt to check in on the cub, who still despite her best efforts, preferred the father. She bit down on her bottom lip, she swallowed her pride, she finished drying the dish she was so feverishly drying before turning eyes made less frosty by their recent disappointment to her appointed helper. “Thank you Peter.” She heeded his lowered posture and realized that perhaps she was being too harsh, she did notice his sunken shoulders and bowed head, but with her mood the way it was she found all attempts at making her softer making her stiffer, squared shoulders rolling back as she tried her hardest to relax her voice and ended up dropping to a lower tone with a cough. “You said you found Kitty…wandering around, didn’t you?”

And in the meantime Kitty, the topic of infamy among all those who edged cautiously around the house today, perched in her father’s lap smile fading instantly as even a hint of scolding reared it’s ugly head. At his attempts to brush back the untamed locks she was sure were the source of her power and her pride, she threw her head back, put her hands on her hips and did all she could  do to make herself look fierce despite their positioning. “I didn’t spring anything on you. I told you I was bringing him and and I told you the whole story on the phone and you didn’t tell mom because you never tell mom.” It’s a harsh point and being the (spoiled) harsh arguer she was she did not hesitate to put it on the table. Perhaps if she wasn’t a mutant, if she wasn’t so very against the system, if this had been a different life entirely she would have been a lawyer. “He’s not even a little bit dangerous. Back at his house was dangerous. He’s just a mutant like me. Imagine if I was out there like that! Wouldn’t you let me stay?”

The look she followed that statement with said very plainly she knew there was no way he could say no without getting himself in a spot of trouble: tilted head, wide eyes, and a lopsided frown that conveyed she had more to say but was biting it down for the sake of bygones and not being grounded in front of her new boyfriend. New to her father, new to her mother, new to her, and new to him. She certainly knew how to make a production out of just about anything. “He’s nervous because he’s in a foreign country learning to use his powers and you guys think he’s a criminal just like everyone else. He needs us!” 

And in the kitchen Terri was back to watching him with a careful gaze, no longer longing for bonding time upon hearing Kitty’s voice raise, enough to be audible but not enough to make out what she was saying. Swindling her way to a pony no doubt. Was a pet dragon and a british boy not enough? “Anything for the boy who rescued my daughter. She’s…a handful. Thank you for bringing her all the way home.” It was a sincere gratefulness and perhaps she couldn’t help but add a backhanded comment, perhaps it was just in her nature despite really meaning what she’d said and her attempts to be softer. “Consider it yours too, for now.”

Before arguments could be made on Kitty and her father’s side of things they were called: “Alright you two. Into the dining room.” And before they could go any further head to head Kitty, who’d done most of the headbutting, bounced up ever full of energy and ready to prematurely leave fights she was winning.

“What’cha make Mom?” Her movements were graceful, a twirl towards Pete and the chair he was leaning against which was more so her target, pulling it out aggressively and whacking him on the back under the scrutiny of her mother’s watchful eye. Despite the bruntness and force of it all, she had pulled it out for him and the sweeping gesture she made for him to sit down said as much. But before he could sit she was sure to kiss his forehead, running a hand down his cheek in the process and brushing off the shoulder of his shirt. All this before she took her place on the other side of the small table meant for three. But yet here all four sat, one on each side, all but Kitty trying to take in the show she made of her affections.

A pause from her mother engulfed the atmosphere of lovey dovey before she cleared her throat, “Chicken.” Another pause as placed the bowls on the table in silence and took her place across from Mr. Pryde. “We don’t eat pork here. Is that ok with you Peter?”

Dec 29 23:26 ( ♥ 15 )