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We also don’t talk about House of M

         it had been a day or so since she and the marshal had escaped the grasp of the bliss long enough for them to make it back to the JAIL, even looking as worse for wear as they did. with her hair looking even more of a platinum blonde than it already did and her eyes looking glazed over and HAZY, kinsey was lucky no one mistook her for an angel and shot her. however, she was far from being fit enough to get out of her cot, her brain still trying to put all the PIECES back together. her eyes flickered weakly towards the dark-haired woman, earning a toothy grin. ‘are you my NURSE?’

         ‘i think so.’ costumes weren’t something she indulged in much as a CHILD celebrating halloween, so it was nice to be able to use all the ideas she hadn’t before. and she certainly hoped her hair bow and high PONYTAIL was perky enough. ‘i don’t think i’ve ever worn a pastel in my life.’

            🕷   ❝    i don’t know where to   BEGIN   in   . .  how i feel about this. i don’t even   ---  it shouldn’t be possible for me to be  standing here,  mj.       ❞

             ‘i’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days so i’m right on the VERGE of a nervous breakdown.’

                  🕸   ❝    sup   ---   don’  think you should be messin’ with that. unless you work here but i don’t see any id   !    ❞

                🕷   ❝    ---------  we can clear the slate and   START OVER   .  .  mj    ;    listen i know that i screwed us all up by   ..   by leaving but . .  i don’t want it to be the   LAST THING    for us.         ❞ he breathes, expression nervous as he fumbles with his hoodies sleeves.