She was YELLING over the blow torch because god forbid Kitty Pryde had to sit in the silence for more then one second, “- AND THAT’S WHY LOGAN ISN’T ALLOWED TO WATCH CLINT EASTWOOD MOVIES ANYMORE.” It was at the climax of the story she opted to take a breath, visible only by the rise and fall over her shoulders, unordinary only in that it had lead to the ceremonious turning off of the power tool. Her visor flipped up and underneath was the picture perfect face of perplexion.
“Which one of us was supposed to be teaching math?”
i. This is a selective blog, meaning I only interact with mutuals. Please don’t be offended as it’s for the sake of my own sanity!
ii. I’m very, very busy! If I can’t get to the reply right away I promise I have a good reason and I promise you I’ll get to it.
v. I don’t typically do initial starters but I do have a tendency to make spontaneous starters if I feel like you’d be comfortable with me all up in your tag, so look out???