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WHO: Kitty

jewpryde and Gar

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WHERE: Kitty's apartment
WHEN: Thursday night
WARNINGS: Abuse of caps lock =D
SUMMARY: Kitty is slightly suspicious of Gar's behavior (aka DESIRE) as of late. Also, she gives herself the night off from Hulksitting (it's okay, he's at home watching his stories and playing with She-Hulk maybe). They meet up and SHIT GETS REAL.
FORMAT: Quick log-chan

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[Kitty dries her hair with a towel, feeling refreshed about a long shower. She loved Dr. Banner, she really did, but Hulksitting was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, not to mention the most stressful. She wonders when he'll turn back. Hopefully soon. Very soon.

For a moment she entertains the thought of getting more dressed up than a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top but, eh. Gar had seen her first thing in the morning with hair that looked like it had eaten the last brush that came near it. He would deal with it.

Speaking of-- she couldn't help that nagging little feeling that something was going on with him. Kitty couldn't pinpoint it, exactly, so maybe she was just imagining things. Everyone was acting pretty weirdly all around.

God, this city.]

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[It's mostly assumed that the window is his way in to her apartment. In a timely manner, then, an especially green pigeon comes to land clumsily on her kitchen counter. After straightening himself out, he paces up the counter with the expected waddle of his species.]

Here, Kitty, Kitty! Guess who.

[Kitty slings the towel on her still wet hair around her neck, blinking at the pigeon on her counter. Of course, after living in New York, her first instinct was to run in the other direction because of EW PIGEONS. But this one was green and cute-- she grinned at him.]

Gosh, I wonder, who could it be?

I'm sure you don't even need three guesses. After all...

[ He flapped from the counter and transformed back into a human being, smirking with that casual stance. ]

You're such a smart girl and everything.

[One eyebrow raises at that. She puts her hands on her hips, watching him transform. What a show off. Still, Kitty can't help but be amused at his antics.]

What can I say? I'm just too wonderful.

[She quickly looked him over-- he LOOKED normal enough.]

It's true.

[This said with a smile, and, yeah, he catches the once-over. An eyebrow raises.]

What?

Admiring your dashing good looks. I haven't seen you in a few days-- I have to get my visual fill. Trapped alone in a very small apartment with the Hulk, I only had my imagination to keep me company.

[So far so good. It probably WAS just her imagination.

Kitty was relieved. After every crazy event in this city, her mind was just going into overdrive. Maybe she needed to meditate or something.]

Your imagination, huh?

[ He leans on the counter and glances over with a cheeky expression. ]

I hope it was good to you.

[Kitty also leans over the counter, giving him a thoughtful look. Some of the water from her long hair was making her shoulders and arms damp. She doesn't seem to mind.]

Haha, wouldn't you like to know?

[And here's a practiced expression of delighted bashfulness, with his gaze down-turned for a moment before he looks up again.]

Well, actually... I'll bet it's a great story.

I'm afraid that things I had in mind would blow your innocent, little PG-13 mind, Gar. I have to protect your purity.

[She reaches over to smooth her hand over his shoulder, squeezing lightly.]

Maybe when you're a little older.

[Even though, technically, he was older than her. That was besides the point.]

Aw, shucks. That's what they all say. I'm never gonna get anywhere, at this rate.

[ This was because of the jokes about flashing, right? Because this was the second time in recent history that his purity had come up. Oh, well. It was probably better than being known as a weirdo perv.

Somewhere in his back pocket, his phone beeps. He ignores it. ]

[Just as Kitty leans in to kiss him, she hears the beep. It wasn't her phone (hers was so broken that it just kind of... whimpered rather than beeped) and Gar didn't look like he was making a move for it.]

Aren't you going to get that?

[Fail. He pouts a little bit and shifts to grab the mobile. He hardly looks at the text message enough to read it, and he puts the phone on silent. It goes on the kitchen counter and he returns an earnest gaze to her.]

What were you saying?

Something about you pure but I think we both know that's a lie.

[Kitty leans over and finally kisses him. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his phone light up again. Okay, that was seriously getting distracting.]

Who keeps texting you? Your teammates?

Well... A fib.

[Of course, he only gets one kiss before the phone goes off again. Now really.

To be honest, he doesn't really know who's texting him. True, a couple of them put their names into his phone, but he can't even properly match faces to those names.]

No, just... People.

[Off-network people. Mostly girls that he'd flirted with shamelessly when everybody else was too busy for putting up with him. He picks up the phone and again cycles through the message without paying attention to it.

And now he contemplates hiding it.]

Oookay.

Is everything okay?

[That was weird. But she wasn't going to be that suspicious girlfriend, no. She really wasn't! It has driven her crazy in her previous relationships. Kitty was going to be-- she was going to be trusting.

For now.]

I mean, you've gotten like ten text messages.

Yeah, it's fine.

[His mouth presses into a line. He's sure than an explanation would make him sound sorry if not outright pathetic. You probably sound like a tool if you tell your girlfriend that you tried to go out and do normal-people things because you felt unusually lonely and you didn't know where all your friends went and she was busy delivering cookies and babysitting her boss's alter ego.]

I tried for a normal-kid night and my phone got passed around. That's all. It's probably just people who think they're funny or something.

[The towel around her neck is thrown on a chair and she moves to his side of the counter. It looked like something was really bothering him. Now, Kitty is worried-- the look on his face is one that she can't exactly pinpoint. She slides her arm around his waist, looking up. It was times like these she was happy that there wasn't such a huge height difference between them.]

Oh yeah? Was it fun?

[Oh, you can bet Kitty is still thinking about that phone. She is planning to get her hands on it but not yet. She would have to wait for the opportune time.]

[ Yeah, so he's short. What're ya gonna do? So bowing his head head slightly is enough to set his forehead against hers for a moment, arms wrapping loosely around her back. ]

It was alright. I should probably just stick to what I know.

[Kitty's other hand went to his hair, playing with it absently. She had given him ample time to tell her if something was bugging him but he wasn't taking the bait. Now she was going to have to take more drastic-- and sneaky-- measures. He was really forcing her hand, here.]

Fighting the bad guys? Changing into crazy animals? Having the cutest girlfriend in the city?

[She would just need to distract him long enough to make a grab for the phone. Easy. He was pretty easily distracted, especially when she acted so completely adorable.]

[He assumes himself believed, because really... Even if he was feeling off before, he was fine now. In fact, he's feeling better than he has for a couple of days, now. He breathes out and smiles easily.]

All of the above. Naturally.

[She wiggles herself between him and the counter, where the phone was, for easy access. Really. How dumb did he think she was? He was such a horrible liar. Gar's face gave away every emotion he felt. Endearing but also slightly dangerous.]

Mhmm. Smooth talker.

[Kitty kisses him suddenly and without warning. Best way to get him off guard, really.]

[He has her boxed in for a moment (as much as Kitty can be boxed in), with his hands braced on either side of her on the counter. When she pops up again, though, he's taken aback. Literally. He wobbles with a muffled sound of surprise before he can begin to react, and then reaching one hand into her hair.]

[Once the phone was in arm's reach, she reaches back and grabs it, quickly phasing it with her. Sorry Gar-- you're now grabbing at air.]

Really. How stupid do you think I am? You're a terrible liar!

[Kitty is looking through the text message screen. HOW MANY GIRL'S NAMES WERE IN HERE? Needless to say, Kitty is pissed.]

Who are all these GIRLS??

[Well. That was a quick turn-around. He nearly tips forward this time, pivoting in an attempt to catch up with her. Not fast enough, though. His mouth moves at the question, but nothing comes out. After that, the best he can manage is a quick stutter.]

Uh. Just...

[Now Kitty is solid again.

Just in case she wants to punch him in the face. She is brandishing the cellphone like a weapon, poking him in the chest with it.]

Well?? Just what??

I... I didn't lie. My phone got passed around.

[ Not that it would save him. Even if they'd added themselves to his contact list... He had to contact them for them to get his number, right?

... Oh crap. He couldn't even remember exactly how this had compounded, and the confusion of a sudden confrontation wasn't helping in the least.

He felt harried.]

[That was the absolute wrong thing to say. If Kitty was annoyed before, now she was fuming. It was bad enough she found like SIX HUNDRED girls numbers on that phone but now he was going to play DUMB?]

Are you SERIOUS?? Don't lie to me! You have FIVE seconds to explain what the hell is going on!!

[And now, instead of properly answering, he was counting the five seconds that he had to answer in.

1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi...]

I-- I mean... I don't know!

[The situation wasn't a logical one, in retrospect, and he hadn't stopped to consider that before. Fuck.]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "YOU DON'T KNOW"?? YOU OBVIOUSLY KNEW TO GET GIRLS NUMBERS! OR DID THEY "MAGICALLY" GET PUT IN HERE??

[Kitty looks down at the phone again.]

AND WHO SPELLS TIFFANY WITH AN "I" AT THE END!?

[His voice is a tiny voice that is clearly trying to get away from the oncoming traffic that is this moment.]

That Tiffany does, apparently.

[Her gut reaction is just punch first, ask questions later. Wolverine trained her after all. But no. She takes a deep breath, tries to center herself. While yelling at punching him would feel good now, it just-- it was not the way grown ups dealt with things.]

Just-- just go, okay?

[She shoves the phone at him, all business. But hey, at least she didn't throw it at his head like she originally wanted.]

[ ... Huh.

At that, he's still. Still by the counter, he sets his weight against it and regards her with a look that genuinely confused, definitely hurt at the order. ]

Kitty...

[As hurt as he looked, it wasn't nearly as hurt as she felt. Kitty was sure her face conveyed, that, too-- she also wasn't good at keeping her feelings hidden. Anger, embarrassment, MOSTLY ANGER, pain, and some more anger.]

What?

[Aw, geez... Gar just shifts like trying to get comfortable again and reaches tentatively up for her.]

C'mon... Don't be like that.

Don't be like WHAT? PISSED at you because you suddenly transformed into some Don Juan with eight hundred PHONE NUMBERS OF GIRLS NAMED "TIFFANI" AND "CANDY" IN YOUR PHONE?? And then you LIE about it, like I'm an idiot who can't figure it out!

[Her scowl spoke volumes. She phased before his fingers could even brush her.]

If you wanted to break up, you should have just said so instead of doing something like this.

[ His arm goes limp after he reaches into empty air, disbelief once again dominating his face. ]

W-what?

I didn't... I don't want that!

[He really could not be this clueless. Really.]

Are you kidding me? You have to be seriously kidding me. You're kidding me, right?

Why else would a guy go and get other girls' numbers unless he was bored with who he was with?

[Now unphased, she runs her hands through her hair, agitated. This didn't even make any sense.]

I...

[Not that any explanation he could give would satisfy. He had probably already wrecked his chances.

Just another day in the life, right?]

I'm not bored with you. I just... I felt lonely, I think, and everybody else was busy. I... I just wanted some company, I guess.

[Smaller, then. He lets out something like a laugh, but with more self-aimed bitterness.]

Wow. That sounds so fucking stupid.

That is the WORST excuse I have EVER heard and I've heard some awful ones. If you were lonely, you could have, I don't know, CALLED me? Or one of your teammates?? Come on, Gar. Really?

[This had just spiraled so terribly out of control, she didn't even know what she was feeling anymore.]

I mean, did you think I wouldn't be upset?? What am I even SUPPOSED to think? Sure, sometimes I get lonely, too, but you don't see me flirting it up with a thousand guys in the city!

[He's basically sunk, posture drooping and face turned away from her.]

I don't know. You were busy. Everybody was busy. I didn't want to bother anybody or... Or for anybody to tell me to go away, so I just...

[Why was she feeling bad for him.

She was supposed to be pissed at him.

What was this, even?]

I wouldn't tell you to go away. You know that.

[ Still subdued. Treading carefully, here. ]

Well... Sure, but I still would've been just... In the way, you know?

No, I don't know! I thought everything was fine. I mean, we spend a decent amount of time together without being smothering. We have a good time. We haven't really gotten into any arguments. I thought that was okay. But clearly, I was wrong!

[God, why was it that no matter what she did in a relationship it ended up like this? This had to be some karmic retribution for how she treated her last boyfriend.]

Well? Are you proud of yourself? Happy?

[ Gar can't figure in karmic retributions. He's just got rotten luck and the fact that he can't manage to do anything right, like, ever. Maybe his subconsciously waiting for something to go wrong had cursed it.]

No.

[ He was probably just an irredeemable jackass, actually. ]

[There's a few uncomfortable moments of silence before Kitty speaks again. At the very least, she sounds less hysterical than before.]

I have to get up early tomorrow. Goodnight.

Oh.

[Goddammit.]

Yeah. Sure. I'll just...

[He's totally smashing his freakin' phone. Hell.]

Yeah.

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