Kurt teleported infront of Scott, on his lips a smile. "Hello Scott. How's it going?" The blue demon asked with a german accent. Even though he had been living in the USA for some time, he couldn't get rid of it.
But if Kurt was honest he didn't cared much about this or about getting rid of it. It was a part of him and as long as the people understood him it was fine.
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It had been a few weeks since the clusterfuck that had been Alkali Lake and therewith, the recruitment of the X-Men's newest acquaintances, but Scott wasn't even remotely used yet to said blue-furred mutant showing up right in front of him out of nowhere. With his mental stability basically hanging by a thread since Jean's death, such little shocks weren't exactly pleasant on an anxiety-, grief- and exhaustion riddled mind, but by now, Scott had given up, lecturing Kurt about certain things.
After a night of especially gruesome dreams, he wasn't sure he could deal with the guy's notorious exuberant spirits right now though. Burying his nose in his coffee cup with a brief wave, he motioned vaguely ahead toward the classroom hall, indicating he didn't have a lot of time for chattering before math classes were set to begin.
"Usual Monday morning, I guess."
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