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“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.

“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”

“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”

She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.

“Mmmh…”

Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.

“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”

The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.

“GH! AURORA!”

Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense

“Unruly.” He says under his breath.

“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”

She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.

“Apologies, my friend.”

“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.

“Have you been holding up okay?”

she walks to the door, seeing the small smears of blood, a curse leaving her lips

“Lanet köpek.”

“Ive been holding up just fine thank you.”

“Ah, just checking. You’ve been scampering about. I’ll leave you to your own device, just be warned, again, training. Children. Dear lord the splinters were about to get.”

She steps out of the room, muttering to herself as she waves goodbye, grabbing a rag to wipe the blood.

“Aurora. If you weren’t so lovable. I’d squish you.”

“EKEKE.”

The moment she’s out of the room he scoffs.

“Universal inconsistencies, how amusing if it weren’t ruining everything for me.”

The faint chatters continued, desperate, panicked, trying to look for something.

“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.

“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”

“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”

She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.

“Mmmh…”

Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.

“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”

The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.

“GH! AURORA!”

Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense

“Unruly.” He says under his breath.

“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”

She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.

“Apologies, my friend.”

“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.

“Have you been holding up okay?”

she walks to the door, seeing the small smears of blood, a curse leaving her lips

“Lanet köpek.”

“Ive been holding up just fine thank you.”

“Ah, just checking. You’ve been scampering about. I’ll leave you to your own device, just be warned, again, training. Children. Dear lord the splinters were about to get.”

She steps out of the room, muttering to herself as she waves goodbye, grabbing a rag to wipe the blood.

“Aurora. If you weren’t so lovable. I’d squish you.”

“EKEKE.”

“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.

“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”

“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”

She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.

“Mmmh…”

Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.

“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”

The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.

“GH! AURORA!”

Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense

“Unruly.” He says under his breath.

“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”

She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.

“Apologies, my friend.”

“Not a worry! Not a worry at all.” He forces a smile.

“Have you been holding up okay?”

she walks to the door, seeing the small smears of blood, a curse leaving her lips

“Lanet köpek.”

“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.

“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”

“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”

She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.

“Mmmh…”

Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.

“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”

The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.

“GH! AURORA!”

Hank barely reacts, his shoulder still tense

“Unruly.” He says under his breath.

“Oh now…I’m covered in— I don’t wanna know what blood.”

She dusts herself, listening to the squeaks an chitters of the girl running away.

“Apologies, my friend.”

“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

He feels the stare on him and he turns his head with a chuff. He stares at her back, his brow quirked. His ears press back, and his tail flicks behind him in agitation. Another thing on his plate, great.

“Don’t be too long now, I’ve got plans in order that aren’t safe for children.”

“Aurora, dear, stay next to me please.”

She says to the child, who immediately backs up and grips her skirt, ears lowered, huffing slightly.

“Mmmh…”

Lilith quickly finds the kit, scooping the child into her arms, who’s still staring at Hank.

“Be warned, training simulations are coming up, probably gonna get a lot of ouchies.”

The girl suddenly growls, and scurries out of her arms, rushing out of the room.

“GH! AURORA!”

“Dr McCoy?”

The voice is a bit more professional, a knock at the door before they slid open, the lioness stepping inside, behind her, a bloodied little girl sniffing the air, chattering to herself.

“Apologies, but it seems someone misplaced the biohazard cleaning kits. Do you have a spare I can swipe?”

-@Atroxpanthera

Hank freezes up at his desk. His hair frazzled, ears twitching to face the intruding person.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment, my dear. You’ll have to find it yourself.”

He says with a half smile, leaning back over his desk.

“Ah the blasted thing.”

She mutters to herself, walking into the lab to look through, the bloody child stops at the voice, the chittering growing high as she turns her head, only to stop, her wide eyes pausing, staring through his soul.

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

“Well, he did say something strange when we first saw each other. He made an innuendo about ‘putting me back together.’ I’m all for an innuendo, but I’m sure you know my experience with that sort of thing.”

She grabbed the bottle and practically filled her glass to the brim, taking another long sip.

“At least he brought good wine; it’s Amontillado. It certainly is divine.”

“He isn’t one for jokes of that sort…Amontillado? Like the poe story?”

She collects the glass again with a soft nod, sipping slowly.

“One of popular stories of his.”

“Yes, and speaking of Edgar Allan Poe, he even got me one of his books.”

She tipped her head back, drinking the entire thing until there wasn’t a drop left.

“Maybe his time away has really changed him that dramatically.”

“…oh. Well. Good wine?”

She nods, finishing her glass as she sets it to the side.

“One of his books? Which one might that be? I’m a personal fan of ‘The Red Death’.”

“Very good wine. Would you like some more?”

She sighed.

“Sorry, I believe it was an entire collection of his works in one book. I haven’t particularly read much of Poe’s work, so I’m sure all of it will be a surprise to me when I read it. Hm… do you think I should talk to Hank? Or maybe he just needs some time.”

“No more for me, thank you however, reports must be filled with a normal mind.”

She laughs softly, waving her paw.

“Maybe…maybe give him tonight and the morning, then speak…?”

“If you say so, darling.”

She continued to pour more into her glass.

“I believe that’s what I will do. But enough about me and Hank, has anything happened to you? We also haven’t seen each other in quite a while.”

“Ah, life. A pregnancy scare, training the goobers known as Aurora and Ray, just trying to swim in a downflow of river…how have you been?”

She raised a brow, a teasing grin on her face.

“Pregnancy scare? So I can assume you and Kurt have been busy?”

She chuckled softly.

“I’ve been alright. It’s been quite the busy year for me, and I’m glad that I’ve come back. The only really exciting thing was that I was able to visit my brother. Everything else was just business meetings and such.”

“Once or 13th times.”

She coughs the last few words before adjusting herself.

“Business, what a boring thing! Unless yours is fun?”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

“Well, he did say something strange when we first saw each other. He made an innuendo about ‘putting me back together.’ I’m all for an innuendo, but I’m sure you know my experience with that sort of thing.”

She grabbed the bottle and practically filled her glass to the brim, taking another long sip.

“At least he brought good wine; it’s Amontillado. It certainly is divine.”

“He isn’t one for jokes of that sort…Amontillado? Like the poe story?”

She collects the glass again with a soft nod, sipping slowly.

“One of popular stories of his.”

“Yes, and speaking of Edgar Allan Poe, he even got me one of his books.”

She tipped her head back, drinking the entire thing until there wasn’t a drop left.

“Maybe his time away has really changed him that dramatically.”

“…oh. Well. Good wine?”

She nods, finishing her glass as she sets it to the side.

“One of his books? Which one might that be? I’m a personal fan of ‘The Red Death’.”

“Very good wine. Would you like some more?”

She sighed.

“Sorry, I believe it was an entire collection of his works in one book. I haven’t particularly read much of Poe’s work, so I’m sure all of it will be a surprise to me when I read it. Hm… do you think I should talk to Hank? Or maybe he just needs some time.”

“No more for me, thank you however, reports must be filled with a normal mind.”

She laughs softly, waving her paw.

“Maybe…maybe give him tonight and the morning, then speak…?”

“If you say so, darling.”

She continued to pour more into her glass.

“I believe that’s what I will do. But enough about me and Hank, has anything happened to you? We also haven’t seen each other in quite a while.”

“Ah, life. A pregnancy scare, training the goobers known as Aurora and Ray, just trying to swim in a downflow of river…how have you been?”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

“Well, he did say something strange when we first saw each other. He made an innuendo about ‘putting me back together.’ I’m all for an innuendo, but I’m sure you know my experience with that sort of thing.”

She grabbed the bottle and practically filled her glass to the brim, taking another long sip.

“At least he brought good wine; it’s Amontillado. It certainly is divine.”

“He isn’t one for jokes of that sort…Amontillado? Like the poe story?”

She collects the glass again with a soft nod, sipping slowly.

“One of popular stories of his.”

“Yes, and speaking of Edgar Allan Poe, he even got me one of his books.”

She tipped her head back, drinking the entire thing until there wasn’t a drop left.

“Maybe his time away has really changed him that dramatically.”

“…oh. Well. Good wine?”

She nods, finishing her glass as she sets it to the side.

“One of his books? Which one might that be? I’m a personal fan of ‘The Red Death’.”

“Very good wine. Would you like some more?”

She sighed.

“Sorry, I believe it was an entire collection of his works in one book. I haven’t particularly read much of Poe’s work, so I’m sure all of it will be a surprise to me when I read it. Hm… do you think I should talk to Hank? Or maybe he just needs some time.”

“No more for me, thank you however, reports must be filled with a normal mind.”

She laughs softly, waving her paw.

“Maybe…maybe give him tonight and the morning, then speak…?”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

“Well, he did say something strange when we first saw each other. He made an innuendo about ‘putting me back together.’ I’m all for an innuendo, but I’m sure you know my experience with that sort of thing.”

She grabbed the bottle and practically filled her glass to the brim, taking another long sip.

“At least he brought good wine; it’s Amontillado. It certainly is divine.”

“He isn’t one for jokes of that sort…Amontillado? Like the poe story?”

She collects the glass again with a soft nod, sipping slowly.

“One of popular stories of his.”

“Yes, and speaking of Edgar Allan Poe, he even got me one of his books.”

She tipped her head back, drinking the entire thing until there wasn’t a drop left.

“Maybe his time away has really changed him that dramatically.”

“…oh. Well. Good wine?”

She nods, finishing her glass as she sets it to the side.

“One of his books? Which one might that be? I’m a personal fan of ‘The Red Death’.”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

“Well, he did say something strange when we first saw each other. He made an innuendo about ‘putting me back together.’ I’m all for an innuendo, but I’m sure you know my experience with that sort of thing.”

She grabbed the bottle and practically filled her glass to the brim, taking another long sip.

“At least he brought good wine; it’s Amontillado. It certainly is divine.”

“He isn’t one for jokes of that sort…Amontillado? Like the poe story?”

She collects the glass again with a soft nod, sipping slowly.

“One of popular stories of his.”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

“No, none at all. All he said was that he may have to ‘cut and run.’ It’s why it seemed so strange.”

She sighed, taking a much longer sip of her wine this time.

“No, he seemed to act as he usually does. Maybe he’s just getting used to being back? It had been quite a long while.”

“Indeed, it has…much has changed, I mean.”

She sipped the wine, which was more, a quick finish of it, setting the glass to the side as her tail sways.

“Have you noticed anything else odd? Or odd about the date? He’s normally a fellow to finish a date throughly, rather than leaving abruptly.”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

“Possibly. But I feel as if I may have scared him off. I brought up how our psychic rapport had been severed, and not even a moment later, he said he had to leave.”

She sighed, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it and he really did have something to do.”

“Did he give a reason other than just ‘he had to go’? That doesn’t seem very Hankish to do.”

She reaches and collects the glass into her hand, studying the liquid. She takes a sip, leaning back.

“I will say that it’s rude, you are dressed to the heavens and he just scampers? Was he acting off when he arrived?”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively before plopping herself onto Lilith’s desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re alright as you are, darling. My date has been cut short for whatever reason, so now my night is completely free. Hank brought me some expensive wine, but since we didn’t even get to drink it, that’s what you and I shall be doing.”

She began to pour the said wine into the two glasses.

“Ah, yes he did say he had a date. Scrambled off on me.”

She follows, sitting back in her chair as she rolled it back to give her room.

“Appears vacation has made him rather short on time.”

A very seemingly upset Emma Frost barges into Lilith’s office with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in another.

“Darling, I really hope you’re not busy right now—well, I don’t exactly care, actually, you’re spending the rest of your night with me.”

@thebesttelepath

A startled ROW comes from the lioness, fumbling with the pen in her hand before papers scatter, earning a harsh sigh, turning her chair to face the woman.

“Emma! buz kraliçesi— what on earth is the matter?”

She stands, walking forward, adjusting her glasses, looking down.

“I wasn’t expecting a date, I would have dressed more properly than just my jeans and sweater.”

@thebesttelepath

Ah, Üdvözlünk otthon, Hank! It’s nice to see another medical staff member back in the building. Travels were good, igen?

Travels were excellent! I made it back in one piece, and have not gotten into trouble, which for an x-man is quite fortunate luck.

“Luck indeed, you’ve come at a good time, perfect weather for not getting thrown back into work! Any stories?”

She grins as she approaches, taller in stature, looking down with her hands on her hips. She sniffs the air, making a small face, head tilted.

“You have a new scent to you, a kék barátom.”

“The smell of travel it must be. It’s often the smells that wipe off in foreign places that can cause a sort of nose blindness.”

“Ah, yes it can, forgive me, many long nights. We’re glad to have you back, a kék barátom. I do hope you settle in well, sometimes travel frazzles us all.”

The smile doesn’t falter, stepping back as she clears her throat.

“Care to join me for a drink? Coffee, or else what?”

“I’ll take whatever shall be prepared, i do apologize for the weariness if it may seem. A return to arms means quite the excitement and quite the bit of attention.”

“Well, I have a collection of drinks not typically allowed in the mansion. Whisky, Bourbon. Percy says I make an excellent Bloody Mary. However if alcohol isn’t your taste, I can make some coffee.”

“I’d rather keep my wits about me, though I’ve not tested the extent of alcohol I can drink and what leads to certain levels of inebriation.”

“Coffee it is.”

She nods, adjusting herself to duck through the doorway, searching for some mugs for the two, still trying to get the new smell out of her nose.

“It is much appreciated.”

There’s a distant sneeze, before the smell of coffee returns, walking into the room again as she offers the steaming cup.

“I believe my allergies is what causing the uncomfortable nose, ever since it was broken it seems I’m sensitive to every scent.”

“Broken? Was this fairly recent or am I simply having a lapse in memory?”

“Recent, but it has been broken before. Three times now. Bit of a training exercise gone wrong, Aurora got too worked up and— well, crunch goes aunties nose.”

“Aurora, ah yes the rapscallion.”

He hums, sipping on his coffee.

“Well if you need to have someone look at it, or put it back in place, I would offer my services, but I believe I’m too late to the punch.”

“I set it myself, don’t worry. Thank you though…she didn’t mean it, poor girl was excited, she got to see Ray, uncle Kurt, and me.”

She leans on the wall, adjusting herself, hip popping.

“I’m as old as I sound.”

“It seems so.”

He smirks.

“You Rae and Kurt, what a delight for the young pup.”

“Especially a delight, Kurt has been off on missions, and I have been stuck down here with injuries and sickness, so finally getting us both just had her bouncing on the walls!”

She chuckles, smiling as she shakes her head, taking a sip of the coffee, sighing faintly.

“Truly, it is good to have you back, Arkadaşım…the whole institution is, probably, but it is good to have a friend back.”

“I can see that, a good portion of friends have come to greet me on my arrival. It is certainly…a lot on sudden re-entry.”

“It can be, and forgive me, I would have waited if not for the fact that we share a partial office space. Aurora will most likely be chattering up a storm along with Ray, he’ll be talking your ear off about all his recent adventures with his best friend.”

“His recent adventures?”

He hums a smile on his face, a squint to his eye.

“I will certainly have to keep my listening ears on and available, won’t I?”

“You will indeed, i believe recently, he has found a colony of lizards under the balcony of my window…twas not fun to wake up to see two pairs of glowing eyes in your window and then one shouting ‘WE FOUND LIZARDS!!’ at 3am.”

“Many a lizard for the expanding mind. Did he brandish any to you? Popped off any tails?”

“Gathered a handful, named everyone, then released them into my room…I believe a lizard has taken my bed to sleep. Aurora chased one, crashed into the wall, and deemed it ‘bad lizmard’…handful those two.”

“Certainly sounds as such.”

He tips his mug to her.

“Now forgive me…I have a date this evening and it takes quite sometime to get prim and proper with this mane.”