peterpaulwisdom:

       Ever since she was a child the young mutant would rest in her mothers lap when there was an issue, knowing that without fail as soon as those fingers made their move all her troubles simply seemed lesser. But she knew there was no keeping anything from this woman, huffing before winding her pinky into the outstretched one with a small yet tentative smile over her lips “Don’t do that. Do not.” She meant business with that tone but figured it was time to simply spit it out, her eyes dropping from Kittys face “But uh– those times I told you I was studying after school, with Helens kids?” once more does she pause, allowing teeth to sink into her cheek as she braces for the worst “I wasn’t exactly studying. I mean, I guess I wasn’t studying at all?” More fidgeting. More putting off the inevitable. Traits she took from her mother and utilized so effortlessly “I was kind of with a boy? Sort of.”

    She did not interrupt-   only listened. It was a skill she’d had to work on. Typically she was the one to give long winded explanation as to why her head was hung low with the shame of whatever it was she’d done. It was cruel to admit it was almost refreshing to see the look on someone else. The waiting however-   between each tweaked admittance of a half-truth-   was killing her. 

But as the truth came out she sighed in an almost uncharacteristic relief. “Oh thank god you don’t actually hang out with those brats.” With head craned back one could only assume she actually was thanking God for this revelation. Although she had to stop blaming some of her children’s more annoying habits on bad influence it was more then worth it to resume being mean to Helen as per her schedule. “Ugh, it’s like she raised them in a basement and only let them out this year. What’s his name?”