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[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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At the question, Sam gave Kurt a wide smile and a shake of his head. “Naw, man! I ain’t never been outta Kentucky durin’ New Years. This is my first time!” He liked where the idea was going though, and he looked about as excited as he ever had. “Ya think we could go? Would the professor let us?” He could imagine that being a big thing to ask. They were still all kids.

His mind quickly began to try and think of ways they could convince the faculty to let them go. “Maybe if we clean the X-Van! We could detail it and everything!”

Kurt wouldn’t lie, he didn’t know if the outing would even be allowed, but Sam’s excitement was contagious. They could celebrate like anyone else. “What better way to prove that I’m teacher material, right? It can’t hurt to ask. The worst anyone can do is say ‘no’ and if that is the case, we can have a party here!” Both options were good, especially since the latter meant he didn’t risk bumping into someone and getting noticed--but the idea of hiding away for another year bothered Nightcrawler.

“Hey, man, if anything we’ll both be taking on extra chores. You’re not going to go into this alone! I’ll pass along the idea to someone as soon as I can,” he promised, grinning from ear-to-ear. Kurt picked up his sandwich and took another bite, humming with approval. “It’s a brand new year for the X-Men and we’ll do our best to make it something special.”

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[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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Sam just shrugged, that genuine country smile crossing his face. “I dunno. I think since a lot of us have seen how great ya are in the field, we respect that. We’ve been through a lot.” He finally took a bite of his sandwich, chewing contently. “It’d be mighty cool t’see ya in teaching us how to fly that thing. Maybe Bobby will listen to you more than he does to Scott.” He playfully scoffed. “Might last more than thirty seconds ‘fore crashin’.”

“So what do ya think we should do for new years? Will we have a view of some thunder?”

“The goal is at least one minute, last I heard,” he tossed back, “so we’re halfway there!” He had to focus on the funny side. Sam was a nice person, and whatever he said probably came from a very good place, but Kurt always had a hard time processing compliments. Anyone else could do a better job as a teacher or instructor--a lot of them had more experience than him. Still, it felt nice to know that his friend believed in him, and Kurt wouldn’t let Sam see that he had more doubts than he let on.

Nightcrawler finally took a bite of the sandwich that Cannonball made for him, wondering what plans he could have on New Years. Of course the sandwich was perfect. Mouth clear, he gave an answer. “If we had Jubilee around, we could celebrate right here--wait,” Kurt glanced over to his friend, smile becoming a bit mischievous. “Have you ever seen the ball drop? Up close?”

There weren’t that many of them in the Institute, yet. Maybe a handful could drive out to celebrate like regular teenagers. Kurt’s gut twisted at the idea of being in such a huge crowd, yes, but he would appreciate a memorable start to the new years as much as his friends might. If he could get permission, that is.

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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Sam raised a brow. “Lemme make ya some old fashioned oatmeal sometime. Little butter, little brown sugar, and fresh berries. You got yerself a mighty meal.” He continued right into the next point without much pause, finishing up his own sandwich. “Well, I dunno, Kurt. I think you’d be a fine teacher. You’re always so nice to us, and we have fun when we’re in the danger room with ya.” He nodded his head while gathering the ingredients to put away. “That’s the honest truth.”

Despite making a face at the notion to oatmeal of any kind, Kurt remained silent, knowing that Sam would know better than he did. Bad breakfasts paled in comparison to the other topic. Nightcrawler straightened his stance but kept his eyes on the sandwich that was made for him, quietly processing Sam’s words. He had no doubt they were true. Spending time in the Danger Room with the younger students as never boring, and helping them learn more about their mutations never felt like a chore. That only meant he still thought like they probably did. If he became a teacher, given such a level of responsibility, wouldn’t that end up changing?

“Ah, see, but don’t you remember when Scott and Jean became teachers here?” He turned to face Sam’s direction, one hand on the counter for balance as he continued. “No one listened to them. They might have been taking things way too seriously, but eventually it worked out.” Nightcrawler held his free palm up for added emphasis. “I’m the funny guy! No one’s going to listen to the class clown, Sam, even if they like me. Maybe the best thing is if I ask Sage to just let me teach people how to fly the Blackbird.”

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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Sam took the elbow jab with a smile and a light laugh, keeping his eyes on the sandwich he began to assemble. “I will, I will.” He nodded his head, and of course the posing brought out a few more laughs. While kurt spoke, his listened and made the sandwich. He remembered Kurt’s usual sandwich well enough to make it, and without hesitation, put it together.

“I have no idea what ‘big’ and ‘empty’ mean, dude. I’d go crazy if I spent the whole season here.” He plucked a toothpick from the cup on the counter, poking it through the sandwich to secure it before pushing it along the counter to Kurt with a knowing smirk, then started making his own. “I wonder… if since Jean and Scott are probably busy with college.. Wouldn’t that mean you and Kitty are next in line to teach classes?”

That was true. Nightcrawler watched Sam and thought it over, weighing his words in companionable silence. Being born blue didn’t allow Kurt to have a lot of friends and he didn’t have any siblings. A lot of the time, his parents would take him to open areas where he could run around--but no one else would be there, for everyone’s sake. Sam wouldn’t really know that. In some ways, privacy was nice, but Kurt understood the other side, too. “You’ve got the sky,” he pointed out, “at least until you live up to your code name, Cannonball.”

Kurt arched his brow at Sam’s smirk, staring down his nose at the sandwich placed before him, as if to judge. A smile broke out on his face and the facade was gone. “You’re beautiful,” he cooed to the food his friend prepared. He picked up the sandwich with a cheerful hum. Thankfully, he hadn’t been able to take a bite before Sam brought up a very good (but scary) point. Kurt might have choked there. “C-can you imagine me teaching classes? Kitty, sure, she’s one of the smartest people at school. Me? I’ve just stopped eating Gut Bombs every day and started making oatmeal. Oatmeal, Sam.”

Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, Kurt continued. “You know, it’s not even adult oatmeal. It’s the flavored kind because I tried the real sort and it tasted like cardboard! Anyway--I’m sure someone else would be a great pick but the Fuzzy Dude isn’t even on the choice list.”

[Kitty / Kurt] || Aftermath

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“Brown soup?” She looked at him like one would look at someone who just said something completely nuts. “It was soy sauce, Kurt! You said you wanted to give it some flavor!” She rolled her eyes playfully and scoffed. “Fine. Fine. We will avoid tofu.”

“It’s just..” Kitty bit her lip, trying to think of a way to word her thoughts without being way too melodramatic. “I know in the past like, you and Lance didn’t really get along but you helped him anyway, for me. Ya know?” She shrugged as she stood from the chair. “Also, I was a total jerk to you when I first moved here and you were so nice even though I definitely didn’t deserve it~” She spun on her heels to leave the room as fast as she could after saying something so mushy.

She waved her hand over her shoulder, “Have fun cleaning up the grass water!” Which, she wanted to add tasted a lot worse than ‘tofu sweat soup’.

Kitty’s words left him speechless. Brows raised slightly, Kurt watched her rush out of the kitchen with a final wave of her hand. “Huh? Grass water?” Glancing down at the mug in his hands, he understood, and wrinkled his nose at the remaining taste in his mouth. “Why would you want to drink this? To each their own, I guess,” he muttered to no one in particular. Kurt reached out to grab Kitty’s mug and carried both to the sink to pour out what tea was left.

After filling both of the mugs with water, he went to grab a bag of microwave popcorn to get started. That’d pop away while he cleaned up. Kurt’s spaded tail waved around in time with his button presses on the microwave, his excitement already starting to bubble up even though they’d done the very same thing about a hundred times--with the same movie, too. The faucet splashed a bit of water at him as he picked up the first mug. Cleaning them didn’t take very long, so the microwave continued humming away even after the water was turned off. There was just enough time for him to grab their favorite popcorn bowl and a couple of water bottles before the time ended.

Popcorn popped and in the bowl, water secure, and everything cleaned up, Kurt ‘ported right to Shadowcat’s door. “Kitty ♪” he sang, holding the bowl with his tail so he could knock properly, “I come bearing food!”

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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“Mom’s good. Those checks from Xavier’s have been helpin’ out a lot, and she’s even thinkin’ of going back into livestock. People in Kentucky really love their local meat and milk.” He smiled and nodded his head, staying leaned against the counter for a few more moments. Then he walked over to the fridge, put his apple down on the counter, and opened it up to look around, all while continuing the conversation.

“Paige is… Well, Paige is dealin’ with a lot right now. She feels like somethin’s goin’ on with her skin, so we’re thinkin’ ‘bout sending her to a dermatologist to figure it out. She’s gettin’ so stressed about school, it might just be acne.” He shrugged, a little look of concern on his face. “I’m sure she’ll be okay. I just want her to relax a little. She’s always tryin’ to be the provider, and she ain’t even grown up yet!” he could really argue about it, though. He did the same thing, a lot of the time.

He stood up with a pile of sandwich ingredients in his hands, then trotted over to the counter to lay them out and begin making one. “I know she doesn’t have any active powers yet, but maybe she should come over here sometime soon. The open space would do her some good.”

Kurt Wagner nodded along to the news. Farming and agriculture weren’t in his list of interests--helping with the garden his foster mother kept didn’t count--but he understood enough to know that it would help Sam’s family. “Maybe she does need a change of scenery,” he agreed. “You know we’d love to have her here, especially if she’s interested in embarrassing stories about her big brother.” Nightcrawler grinned after the friendly jab.

“Hey, leave those out--” He pointed towards the sandwich ingredients. “--since someone made me waste a perfectly good snack. I’d demand payment, but it’s your first day back and I missed you. Otherwise, who could say ‘no’ to a face like this?” Kurt struck a pose. One hand still at his waist, knuckles at his chin, and turned up just enough to be ridiculous. Giving a few faint laughs was the cue for him to go back to his earlier stance.

Nightcrawler dropped the toy lizard his tail still held into his hands and started to look it over, using it as a distraction while he gathered his thoughts. “You know,” he started, leaning his back against the counter, “it was nice spending the holidays here for a change, but you really get a look at how big and empty this place feels. Can’t wait for everyone to come back. Plus, we’re already getting new mutants!”

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[Kitty / Kurt] || Aftermath

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just--a-phase

“I think that would like, totally kill you, Kurt.” Kitty tossed Kurt a teasing, sardonic look; A look that screamed ‘puh-lease’. “I think you cried at the sight of tofu that one time..” She was so happy to be able to sit here and talk like this with him. If she wasn’t, she absolutely knew that she would be obsessively thinking about Lance’s condition.

She blinked and said “A Princess Bride, duh.” It didn’t even matter that they watched it over five hundred times and could both recite the script forward and backward. It was the perfect film for them, it had everything each other loved. Swords and pirates for Kurt. Fantasy and a romance plot for her. Adventure for both of them.

It was amazing how he didn’t even hesitate in relieving her of her guilt or blame. Truly, she could never figure out how she was such a terrible judge of character when she first moved into the institute. Luckily for her, Kurt was rather persistent and luckily for her, he graced her with the greatest friendship she could ever ask for and sometimes really didn’t deserve. “You’re pretty awesome. You know that? Should I get the movie set up?”

Feigning offense, he shot her a look back. He held the expression of bunched brows and mouth agape for a whole of around three seconds before losing his composure. “The tofu was practically swimming in brown soup!” he exclaimed while chuckling. Remembering the moment just made him want to laugh even more, but he tried to keep it down. “That was so scary. As long as we avoid that, I’m fine, really! Just... no weird tofu sweat soup.” Nightcrawler covered his eyes with a three-fingered hand while his shoulders shook.

Kurt slid the hand through his hair and brushed the back of his neck, nodding at Kitty’s movie pick. No surprise there. Any exhausting or harsh day instantly became better whenever they watched A Princess Bride. Blinking, expression morphed into one of confusion at her words. “Sure, go ahead,” he said first, “but where did that come from? I mean, I know I’m awesome, but thank you.” He winked and started to rise from the chair.

“Here, let me clean up. I feel sort of bad for not finishing the tea...” Turning to look her way, Nightcrawler stuck his tongue out playfully before picking up his barely touched mug. “Not bad enough to try, though.”

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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Sam wanted to help clean up after his stunt, but Kurt seemed so on top of it all that he would have probably just gotten in the way. He instead leaned against the kitchen counter, picking through the fruit bowl until he found a nice looking apple. “Lance is here? Whoa, ain’t seen him for months!” Sam commented with an eager smile before taking a bite of the apple. Lance had always seemed like that cool guy from 90′s high school movies, only real.

What caught his attention a little more was the mention of a new student. He swallowed to clear his mouth and tilted his head. “And she came during the holidays? Muts’a been somethin’ urgent.” Unless she was just the type to not celebrate. Or maybe she didn’t like crowds, so she came during the off season? He mused over the thought for a while, at least until the Guthrie clan was brought up.

“Aw, yeah, Josh’s doin’ better.” Sam nodded. “He’s got himself a band to play with, now. Wants to be a rockstar.” He smirked with a mix of sentimentalism and pride. “His wings are gettin’ huge! Nearly as big as that ‘Angel’ fella’s!” He held his arms out as wide as he could for emphasis.

“Ja, no one has, actually. Lance traveled around for a while.” Saying much else wouldn’t seem respectful towards his privacy, but at the same time, no one knew the details since Lance kept quiet about the subject. Kurt thought back to their recent conversation in the medical bay. “You know, Sam, I think he’d like it if you stopped by.”

Nightcrawler knew close to nothing about the new face at the Institute. Truth being, the quick assumptions didn’t give much hope for a positive reason, but they were still assumptions. Maybe it was a coincidence? “Guess we’ll need to meet her and find out,” he offered with a grin. “Plus, this place looks nicer than ever with all of the decorations put up!” Kurt placed both hands at his waist and gladly listened to his friend speak on.

Letting out a low whistle, the blue mutant shifted his weight. “Really? He’s going to have a whole lot of stage presence, now. A real star!” Nightcrawler laughed, never tired of hearing about Sam’s family in its entirety. That reminded him of the email he needed to write for his foster parents later. “So, everyone’s good? Your mom? Paige?”

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

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Oh, it was hilarious. So hilarious that Sam had a hard time laughing that hard while staying upright. Everyone always thought he got the pranking habit from Bobby, but in truth, he was an expert before he arrived at Xavier’s entirely. He was an eldest brother, after all. As he caught his breath, he smiled wide at Kurt and held his arms out. “Oh, man! That was good, though!” he chuckled out.

“C’mere, Kurt!” he playfully wrapped his arms around Kurt with a smile, pulling his trademark ‘Guthrie Hug’ by hoisting him off the ground for a few moments before plopping him back down. “Ma sent me back to celebrate New Years with y’all! Gonna be great to be so close to the ball when it drops!” He gave Kurt’s arm a friendly pat. “What about you? What’s been goin’ on while I was gone?”

Kurt wasted no time in returning the hug, laughing all the while, but paused once his feet touched the floor again. Did Sam get ever taller? “I missed having you around, Sam, but you grow faster than bamboo!” That felt like a strange comparison, so Kurt chose to elaborate before continuing on. “Uh, I watched a nature documentary... but! Okay! Let me clue you in.”

Picking up after the little prank Cannonball decided to pull seemed like a good idea while he explained everything. Nightcrawler walked over to pick up the one casualty: his sandwich, and threw it away. “Kitty’s still here, so is Doctor McCoy, Sage, and Mr. Smith--oh!” Kurt headed to the counter and picked out a cleansing wipe just in case anything got on the floor. “Lance had a bad overload of his powers, I think, so he’s here, too. We also got a new student but... I feel kind of bad for not having the time to see her yet. Hopefully you’ll see her, though!” Once the floor seemed clean enough, Kurt threw the cloth into the wastebasket and went to wash his hands as a last measure.

“What about your family? How are they doing nowadays? Is Jay still giving you a hard time or has he calmed down?” Using his tail, Kurt picked up Sam’s lizard toy and faced the other mutant with a cheeky grin as he gave the fake reptile a squeeze for fun.

[Sam / Kurt] || Surprise

He’d been up since the early hours of the morning, packing, saying goodbye to family, hopping on a plane, and flying back to Bayville. One would expect him to be tired, but instead, he was practically ready to burst with excitement. Getting to spend New Years away from home and with friends for the first time ever? It was a teenager’s dream come true!

And on top of it all, no one knew he was coming back so early. They didn’t expect him for another week. It was the perfect opportunity. He grabbed his bags from the back of the cab, tapping it to let the driver know she was clear to leave. He trotted right on up the road and courtyard, a happy grin on his face. Once he got inside, he carefully looked around. He could hear some rattling around in the kitchen, and decided to leave his bags in the front room.

Slowly rounding the corner into the kitchen, he spotted a familiar blue tail sticking out from behind the open fridge door. Oh, this was too good. Of course, he was too nice to tug on the other teen’s tail, but he could do something just as good with one of his stocking stuffer toys. It was a stress toy, to be honest, but it was a hilarious, novelty, floppy lizard, with bugling eyes and a tongue that would pop out when it was squeezed.

He snuck up as quietly as he could, crouching a fair deal to stay out of Kurt’s possible view as he pulled the toy out of his pocket. After a pause to gain as much anticipation as he could bare, he said, “Think fast!’ just as he tossed the lizard over the top of the fridge door.

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“Hello there, Swiss cheese ♪” sang Kurt as he assembled a snack for the day, tail bobbing around to whatever rhythm he had going on. “Don’t touch the mayo, on the lettuce you... go-go ♪” Nightcrawler didn’t have much talent as a poet but he could make a tasty sandwich at any time. With so many of the students and faculty away for the holidays and any other personal matters, he had more free reign of the kitchen--as well as the food inside. Being a hero was always such hard work! No one could blame Kurt for having a healthy appetite--but “healthy” was a loose term.

Much too happy with his sandwich artistry--and the thought of enjoying it while playing some video games--Kurt Wagner couldn’t have noticed someone sneaking closer. “No go, provolone! Nothing rhymes with arugula ♪” He paused at that, but shrugged it off since nothing really did come to mind. Before Nightcrawler could complete the latest masterpiece a familiar voice cried out and startled him. How long were they standing there?!

Something with very tiny legs and toes landed on Kurt’s head--and wiggled. With a shout, he shook his head wildly to dislodge whatever critter crawled onto the ‘Crawler and teleported across the kitchen. He reappeared just in time to see a rubber lizard, he assumed, flop onto the floor where he stood... along with his nearly-completed sandwich.

“Oh, man! What a bummer...” That lizard toy-thing had to have come from somewhere, though, and it didn’t take him long to see who was responsible. Any annoyance vanished from Nightcrawler’s face as he hopped over the table to greet his friend. “Sam?! Sam! You got back early!” The blue mutant couldn’t even stand still; tail wagging like an excited puppy’s, bouncing on the toes of his feet, and unsure with what to say first.

Wait, there was one thing. “Dude! You ruined my snack!” In the larger scope of things Kurt figured one sandwich wasn’t that being of a deal, but still, his heart rate was still going down. None of that stopped Kurt from grinning widely. After all, the whole thing must have looked hilarious from Cannonball’s view.

[Kitty / Kurt] || Aftermath

#rp #inaphase #justaphase

just--a-phase

Kitty found herself giggling a bit at his admission. “Then! We’ll just have to go and eat that together. Soooo long as there is vegetarian.” She quickly added on that addendum before she found herself regretting not doing o later on.

She felt better knowing that he seemed okay. After all, it would have been her fault if he at all strained himself. “I’m glad you’re okay. That’s such a relief! I’m sorry I forced you, still..”

“I think, I’ll be okay. But maybe, you can stay with me tonight?” She asked. “We can put on a movie or something!” A distraction in the form of his company would be just what she’d need to be able to fall asleep with a less busy mind.

How could he resist rolling his eyes just to mess with her? “Vegetarian? You always say that!” For some added melodrama, Kurt leaned back in his chair and slumped down with a groan. Within seconds he broke the ruse with muffled laughter due to his posture. Kurt pushed his body back up to be seated and gave Kitty Pryde a wink. “Of course I’m going to check! Maybe we can even try a vegetarian place, you know, to change it up a little?” Nightcrawler might have been known for his love of fast foods, but no one could say he wouldn’t try new things. Besides, if it made his best friend happy, he figured the experience would be worth the change.

Despite her apology making his head tilt to the side, confused, Kurt didn’t address it right away. He was the last person she should worry about. Both her and Lance had a harsher time, after all. All Kurt did was ‘port them to safety afterward. Helping everyone out of Pauline’s didn’t even take a single use of his mutation, actually, and... “You didn’t force me to do anything,” he reassured her, “Hey, why don’t you pick the movie for tonight? I’ll make the popcorn!”

[Kurt / Lance] || Get Well Soon