#i-dont-bite

@i-dont-bite

Leader huffed as he snapped out of his daze, realising that he'd spent an hour designing new thrusters for the jet when he was supposed to be getting ready to meet some guest coming over to meet the team. Why did he have to be there though? He was the ex-villain, it wasn't like he'd offer anything good to say but Hulk thought it was good that he spent time with them, something about "Learning how to connect with others" or some other dumb shit. Huffing again, he got up to put some more casual clothes, a black button up with white sharks and jeans, before starting to head our of his room/ex-cell. The faster he met this person, the faster he could leave.

The initial impact knocked him down to one knee. Pain didn’t even register at first, only confusion. What just hit him? It felt small, but... powerful.

Then the pain hit, as did the realization. Kurt looked at the blossom of blood blooming on the side of his uniform. Of course, the blue mutant couldn’t realize that his precious internal organs had been saved by the intervention of a rib. All he knew was that he’d been shot. And it hurt.

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Nyph shivered as he trudged up the pathway to the rather warm-looking summer house. His wings were just way too cold to keep flying. And... well, he had a little package to keep warm. Currently, the baby was on his back, wings clamped around him, and a coat on top of that. The baby was warm anough, but Nyph’s toes had long since gone numb, and he still shivered. Every now and then he made the softest of peeps in his sleep, letting Nyph know it was still breathing okay. The grown harpy could feel the chick’s breathing on his back anyway.

Poor little thing has been through a lot, it was no wonder he’d fallen asleep as soon as he was safely tucked under Nyph’s wing. The images of what he’d seen on the mountain flashed through his mind’s eye before he shook his head to clear them. The bruises and scratches reminded him enough of that. And his torn clothes. Overall, he was miserable, but... well, he’d saved the kid. And learned there were other harpies here. Harpies that were... not very happy to see him. It was a roller coaster of emotion, but as he heard another one of those soft peeps, his thoughts were brought back to what on earth he was going to do with this chick.

Questions for the Mun

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• Favorite smell: The smell of cooked pastries or fruits.

• First Job: I had to work at my primary school to help with kids, I just ate brownies all week lmao.

• Astrological Sign: Scorpio

• Favorite pizza: Pineapple and pepperoni (I'll fight anyone to hates it)

• Favorite dog: My neighbours dog; Sky the German Shepherd. She's the biggest sweetheart and I practically raised her.

• Favorite foot attire: I've got pusheen slippers with unicorn horns. Either that or my kneecap boots with pink and purple laces.

• Favorite Roller Coaster: The vampire ride at Chessington world of adventures! It's super fun!

• Favorite candy: Love heart candies for sure. Either that or Cadbury chocolate! Particularly easter eggs.

• Favorite ice cream: HAAGEN DAZS BELGIUM CHOCOLATE FOR LIFE BRO.

• Pet peeves: I HATE being called Gabriella/Gabriel and when people interrupt me when I'm speaking. I also hate it when someone tries to make me do their work for them.

• What are you listening to right now: When the going gets tough from Spongebob the musical. Don't judge.

• Color of your vehicle: Haven't got one but the old car is bright red.

• Color of eyes: Blue but they change shade based on how I feel/my health. When I'm bad they go gray but when I'm good they go bright blue. Apparently my eyes are my best quality because of the dark blue rings around them. Odd.

• Favorite Holiday: Easter because I LOVE THE EGGS.

• Night owl or morning person: Since most of my friends are online now, I'm forced to be a night person and up at 3am most nights.

• Fave day of week: Friday. The feeling of knowing you've got the weekend to relax is the best ever.

• Tattoos: None since I can't deal with needles.

• Like to cook: I've got...so many horror stories of cooking...so no.

• Beer or wine or neither: Probably beer? But I'd take a coca cola any day over it.

• Can you drive a manual transmissions: I can't drive whatsoever because of my fears of messing up and killing everyone.

• Favorite color: Orange! Also my favourite fruit!

• Do you like vegetables: I like most of them! But the occasional one I hate.

• Do you wear glasses: Nope, perfect vision baby.

• Favorite season: Winter, at least you can get warm and I adore snow.

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It had been several days of swimming around this tank. He couldn’t find a single way out. If he removed the grates, the drainage pipes could fit a fin, at best. The walkways above the water were gated at either ends with codes he didn’t know, so even when he managed to jump up onto them and wriggle his way down, it was pointless. And it scratched his fur and scales. And the fine covering of velvety fur on his scales. The water was too warm. The machines were too loud. The tank was too small. Well, anything was too small when compared to the open ocean. 

He hated this. 

Footsteps.

From where Kurt sat, sulking and feeling sorry for himself on the bottom of the aquarium, he looked up. Someone was on the walkway. But who? Only three people would come to the walkway since Kurt arrived, and that was to toss in some... food. If it could really be called that. 

Curiosity poked it’s way through the daunting fear that had settled on him with the thought that he may be here for a very, very long time. He uncurled and swam somewhat lazily up towards the surface. 

That wasn’t a face he’d seen, yet. It had always been the same three. Though, yesterday, the man with the funny walk hadn’t come. So, who was this new person? 

His head poked out of the water as Kurt watched, curiously.