#reply:kitty

“So... that didn’t go how we planned it. Like, at all.”

“I know.” Honestly, she worried about Peter. It seemed that he was usually home long enough to take a nap, then he was gone again- work stuff, superhero stuff... this boy seemed to hardly ever actually sleep. “Alright, let’s not think about the interview right now. You drink some coffee and get dressed and you’re sure to nail it.” She was trying to be positive. If Peter was well rested, she had no doubts that he’d do great. But tired, half asleep Peter? It would be easy for him to lose focus during the interview and that would definitely not make a good impression. She watched him flop back down on the bed, then cuddled up at his side, “Tell you what- how about, instead, I’ll call them, tell them you had a family emergency or something and reschedule for tomorrow.” She offered. After all, Kitty could talk anyone into anything if she wanted to. She had a way with words and that syrupy sweet voice she used when she wanted something almost never failed, “You need to get some rest, Pete.” She, herself, had an interview lined up for this afternoon. But for now, she could at least keep him some company while he dozed off, “I’ll handle your patrol for the night.” She knew this was going to be harder to sell, but she’d been an X-Men since she was practically a kid. She could handle a patrol of the city for one night. Besides, criminals around here expect Spider-Man. Imagine how surprised they’ll be when a girl runs straight through a wall at them? Then there was the fact that not everyone back at the mansion hated her. She was sure she could find someone who’d be willing to hang out with her and help her keep crime to a minimum tonight, “That way you can get a good night’s sleep.” Or, as good of one as a super could get, considering, “You just... lie back and let me handle it.” She’d felt kind of guilty all but dropping herself in Peter’s lap after the honeymoon incident, anyway. This was the least she could do to make it up to him. Kitty leaned down, pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Now, get some sleep. You look like a zombie.” She teased.

"What makes you think that?" Probably the fact that she looked like she was the living dead. Her hair was a mess. Bags under her eyes, not from not sleeping but from maybe sleeping too much. And her poor nose was a little red, too. Add to that the fact that it was a nice 80 degrees in here and she was walking around wearing a blanket like a cape? Yeah. Okay. She could get how he'd think she was sick, "It's just a cold. Bobby caught it first. Passed it on to Rogue and I. And now Jubilee and Kurt are starting to come down with it, too." One of the problems with living at a boarding school- one person gets sick, they all get sick. And Bobby was patient zero this time, "Oh, and it might interest you to know- Scott's sick, too. Which, if I had to guess, would mean Julie's caught it by now." She only knew Scott was sick because the only time she'd seen him leave his room in the last 36 hours was to make soup. And Scott only ate soup when he was sick.

"There's something on my face?" She asked, though, honestly, she was more concerned about other people having noticed there was something on her face, Kitty glancing around to check if anyone was actually staring at her. But it seemed to be just Illyana looking at the moment. She reached a hand up to blindly try to wipe it away, but without knowing what was on her face or where it was on her face, chances were she didn't get it off, "Where is it? Can you help me get it off?"

"Do you actually want accountability? Or are you just trying to upset me?" Her reputation was pretty good, there was no doubt about that. There was, after all, a reason she'd been put in a leadership position despite her young age. Regardless, though, there were always going to be people ready to kick you when you were down, and she knew plenty of people didn't like her as it was. This must have been the cherry on top of that hateful little sundae, "Listen- I was hurt, I was pissed off, and I kind of wanted to make Piotr feel the same way. That wasn't fair to him or to Peter." She admitted. Because, honestly? While bringing Peter with her had mostly just been because they were friends and she wanted someone to accompany her who wasn't going to preach to her the whole time that she should go try to work things out with Piotr (for the millionth time), but it was also in part because she knew it would upset her ex. It was... petty. Sure. She wasn't going to deny that, "I do feel guilty about it. I'm not going to call it a mistake, though. Piotr broke things off. He broke up with me. And I lashed out in a way I knew was going to hurt him. And in the process, I realized I actually had feelings for Peter. It Piotr doesn't want me, then I'm not going to stop myself from exploring other options." She shrugged. She wasn't going to let this person upset her. She was trying to be reasonable and rational. Or, as much so as possible considering the situation, "As for leaving the mansion? Way ahead of you there. You're not the first person who's told me to get out, and I'm sure you won't be the last if I stick around any longer than it takes me to pack my bags."

Kitty was silent. What was she meant to say to this? The person didn't even come forward to say who they were! Then again, could she blame them? It wasn't easy to tell someone that you loved them. But to say it when you felt it was too late? Well, that must have felt impossible. The silence dragged for just a few moments longer, Kitty weighing the other's words in her head, "Maybe it's not too late? If you love me... just tell me. Don't hide." A heartbeat. Then, more quietly, "Please?"

[text]: What are you up to later? 👀

She gave a small huff, defiant and defensive, “I don’t think there’s much to explain. Piotr broke things off and I didn’t want to spend forever being upset about it. So I moved on.” Maybe a little faster than she should have, honestly...