Baby needs a new pair of shoes. No, really...

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WHO: Rachel Grey temporaltossed and Kitty Pryde jewpryde
WHERE: The mall.
WHEN: Saturday afternoon. Day after THIS.
WARNINGS: It's Rachel, so a healthy dose of angst, balanced by Kitty's exuberance.
SUMMARY: SHOPPING. Or rather, Rachel really needs to get out of the Institute and away from her brooding male relatives. Kitty needs sneakers. It's a win/win, really.
FORMAT: Parawhatsis to start.

Rachel needed a break. A break from worrying about her family, from avoiding certain kinda-family, and from resisting the urge to preemptively kill certain former family-in-laws. And luckily she had a best friend in the City who could provide the perfect distraction.

After a nice lunch the pair had ventured to the mall and had begun wandering about. Rachel didn't particularly care where they went, she was just relieved to be doing something mundane, something normal.

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Feeling slightly guilty she spoke evenly, "His name is Thundercracker, his family was killed back home, like mine was. He's had a rough time here and needs someone to talk to."

She rolled her eyes slightly, "And I doubt that it will be 'more' Kitty, he's just looking for a fiend." Or so Rachel hoped, she really wasn't sure why he'd called, but he'd sounded like he needed someone so she'd agreed to meet him.

"But please don't say anything, I don't want him getting any attention he doesn't need." What with being just out of jail and all.

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The hell kind of name was Thundercracker? That sounded like a gang name or something. Who was Rachel associating with!?

"I won't say a word. But I expect full details, missy."

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So sayeth 'Sprite'.

"I'll tell you what I can." Which might not be much, Rachel was planning on playing this one close to the chest. It felt a little too much like when she first met Korvus. The same shared pain, the same shared anger... She didn't know how she felt about that.

Instead she nudged Kitty. "How're things with Gar? Good, bad, still the same?" Repression and deflection. The Summers family stand-byes.

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"Good! Better than good. He's crazy about me, of course," she laughed and shuffled through her bags to look at her purchases. Kitty had been very good about not just buying teeshirts and sweatshirts. Rachel should have been very proud.

She wasn't giving up on this Thundercracker thing. God help this guy if he hurt her friend.

Kitty would just have to do a little detective work, is all.

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"Good. Glad to hear. We should all have dinner sometime, the three of us, just chill out or something."

God knew Rachel would probably need another break again soon. Probably when Nathan came back and had to deal with Maddie. Or when Jean found out who Rachel was. God, her family sucked sometimes.

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"I'm sure that can be arranged. He'll never say no to a free meal, especially one with good looking girls." After they were done in the shoe store, Kitty tugged Rachel by the hand back to the clothing store they were at before. Her wallet could stand a little bit more damage.

Kitty's nature, by default, was curious. She really wanted to know about this guy that had actually managed to get Rachel to see him. She wasn't giving up so easily. "So this guy. How did you meet him?"

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She was willingly led. In the end it really wasn't the shopping, it was just... spending time with Kitty while she could. Before she had to go back to a world where her friends would have to tell her Kitty was lost, gone, another name inscribed on cold stone.

Rachel hesitated before answering. "Open post on the network. Just... started talking to him." She really didn't want to go into the nature of that conversation if she had to. Revenge, loss, pain, that was what they had in common, not movies, or music, or powers, just the pain of losing everything.

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Even for Rachel she was being surprisingly tight lipped about this. How suspicious. It also made Kitty worry a little-- what was she hiding that she thought Kitty wouldn't approve of? While Rachel spoke briefly, Kitty grabbed the jeans that she tried on before, happy that they were still there. It was always hard for her to find any jeans in general since she was too tall and too skinny.

Fine. She was sold. She would buy them.

She looked around for other pieces of clothing, maybe even a dress if she was feeling adventurous, all while trying to play it cool with Rachel.

"He's not a bad guy, is he? You know-- like a villain."

So much for playing it cool.

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Rachel repressed a snicker as Kitty grabbed the jeans... and then went looking for more. Despite Kitty's protests to the contrary, Rachel knew deep-down she really enjoyed this. Wanting to help, she idly pulled a few tops off the racks, some of them actually modest and passed them over.

"No, he's not a villain." At least Rachel didn't think he was. She hoped he wasn't, but she guessed she'd just have to trust her instincts and her powers tonight. "He's just... needing a friend."

Wow, could she be any more vague?

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Kitty held a red blouse in front of her. It was kind of cute, warm, and probably wouldn't cut off circulation. It would go in the maybe pile.

"Is there any reason why you're being so wishy-washy about telling me details?"

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"There aren't details to tell, Kitty. We talked over the network, he doesn't really have anyone here, so I offered to meet up with him for a drink."

She fixed Kitty with a look, "That's all."