New York was not really a city she loved, she never really did. Maybe it was because she was a West girl, maybe it was because a lot happened here and she did not feel like facing all the memories. Yet she had to be here for some business. She knew that as soon as her name would ping, a few people would make contact. Some per phone, some popping up behind her and saying hi. However, you could not just pop behind her without her noticing, she was, always on alert. It never stopped. So, to avoid some unwanted attention because people missed her, she simply reached out to those people and was now waiting at a cafĂŠ to meet and catch up.
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"sorry, sorry!" the light voice carrying her welsh accent carried in the small cafe. pixie took a seat down across from bobbi, her eyes glued to her backpack as she rummaged through it. "sorry about that. i thought we mentioned meeting in an hour but here you are, i guess i am wrong. but i suppose time is no difference when i can just teleport us where we-oh shit you're not kitty." she said looking into the face of someone who very much was not an x-men. "uhâŚ..hi there friend."
















