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infiniteprydeFic: Thirty-One Decembers (#7)
Who: Kitty Pryde, Bobby Drake
Set: We're now a couple of Decembers past current canon; Kitty is, yes, still at the school, and some things about the holidays haven't changed...
Disclaimer: Marvel's.
"Miss Pryde?" Assuming a too-solemn face, Bobby Drake stuck his head in the door. (He was always Bobby, even now that he was also the other side of thirty. Nobody called him Robert. Even the kids had a hard time remembering to use his last name.) "Mister Wagner would like to know if you'd be willing to join the land of the sociable in a half-hour or so?"
Kitty mimed throwing a cushion at him; Bobby was obliging enough to duck. "Sure, I'll be down."
"Why wait? Just put the candles out and we can head --" Bobby was already lifting a hand.
This time Kitty threw a real pillow. It thwacked into Bobby's fingers with a soft cracking of the thin ice-cover. He yelped, and demanded in an injured tone, "What was that for?"
"Easy," Kitty returned. "Christmas eats half the month already. I'm not letting it nibble away any more at the one week I've got left."
"Ohhhh." Bobby nodded gravely. "It's a Jewish thing."
Kitty narrowed her eyes. "I've got a whole couch full of cushions over here."
"Kidding, kidding." Still, he stayed carefully away from the menorah, or even from blocking Kitty's line of sight to it, as he returned her missile to the sofa. "No, really, kidding. You know my mom's Jewish, right?" he added, as if hoping to quell further vengeance.
"Yeah?" She reached over her shoulder and snagged his sleeve. "So you're keeping me company up here tomorrow, right?"
Bobby gave a quick, desperate glance toward the door. "Uh -- do I have to bring a dreidel?"
She smacked him in the arm -- then took her own turn to yelp, and snatched her fingers back covered with snow.
Who: Kitty Pryde, Bobby Drake
Set: We're now a couple of Decembers past current canon; Kitty is, yes, still at the school, and some things about the holidays haven't changed...
Disclaimer: Marvel's.
"Miss Pryde?" Assuming a too-solemn face, Bobby Drake stuck his head in the door. (He was always Bobby, even now that he was also the other side of thirty. Nobody called him Robert. Even the kids had a hard time remembering to use his last name.) "Mister Wagner would like to know if you'd be willing to join the land of the sociable in a half-hour or so?"
Kitty mimed throwing a cushion at him; Bobby was obliging enough to duck. "Sure, I'll be down."
"Why wait? Just put the candles out and we can head --" Bobby was already lifting a hand.
This time Kitty threw a real pillow. It thwacked into Bobby's fingers with a soft cracking of the thin ice-cover. He yelped, and demanded in an injured tone, "What was that for?"
"Easy," Kitty returned. "Christmas eats half the month already. I'm not letting it nibble away any more at the one week I've got left."
"Ohhhh." Bobby nodded gravely. "It's a Jewish thing."
Kitty narrowed her eyes. "I've got a whole couch full of cushions over here."
"Kidding, kidding." Still, he stayed carefully away from the menorah, or even from blocking Kitty's line of sight to it, as he returned her missile to the sofa. "No, really, kidding. You know my mom's Jewish, right?" he added, as if hoping to quell further vengeance.
"Yeah?" She reached over her shoulder and snagged his sleeve. "So you're keeping me company up here tomorrow, right?"
Bobby gave a quick, desperate glance toward the door. "Uh -- do I have to bring a dreidel?"
She smacked him in the arm -- then took her own turn to yelp, and snatched her fingers back covered with snow.
