throughaphase: (so this is bad)
After the whole mess with Venom- and really? They had to deal with Venom now?- and getting that settled, Kitty went to Clint's, because there was no one to bitch to at her apartment and all she was going to do there was get mad there anyway.

True, she'd probably just get mad here too but at least she'd have eye candy. Sorry for the objectification, Clint.

She poked her head in through the front door and groused, "I've had a day."

And she thought he'd better be there. She'd be pissed if she just talked to an empty room.

[For the eye candy!]
throughaphase: (stoic)
Since Thursday Kitty had 1. found out a past version of her had died here, 2. found out that her sex life was all over the internet, 3. had her powers go wonky again, 4. had her bar turned into a strip club, 5. saw Derek strip which was fine but also really weird, 6. dealt with Stiles being possessed, 7. gotten stabbed, 8. gotten hit on or something by her boyfriend's roommate, and 9. according to radio it looked like she'd gotten cheated on. Oh, and 10. now she had to find a new gym.

So Sunday had Kitty basically saying fuck this weekend, she was not leaving her apartment for any other horrible things to happen. And so the first part of her day was spent alternating eating ice cream, trying to watch Meg Ryan movies from her sofa in a position that didn't aggravate the gaping wound in her side, and if any squirrels said there'd been any tears today they were damn liars.

And then just like that, the pain in her side was gone. After a couple minutes she finally got up to go into the bathroom to take off the bandage and see that yes, it was totally healed, and then she went directly back to the couch (through the wall, thank god) to flop more comfortably on it.

throughaphase: (my head.)
Kitty's mental narrative today mainly consisted of "Ugh".

The 50's mentality she'd had going on didn't upset her that much, because the total idiocy she'd been rocking far overshadowed it, and it'd been going on longer than her monochromaticness. Being that dumb was kind of insulting. And really embarrassing. And she'd been like that in front of Clint, and ugh.

This morning was seeing her sitting on the sofa in her apartment (totally not hiding, nope), reading through one of her old astrophysics textbooks to prove to herself that her brain functioned again. It just made her feel better.

[Open if you're okay with SP!]
throughaphase: (turned away)
Kitty was finding she'd really missed all the stuff that came with the beginning of a relationship. The feeling of just being happy with it, wanting to see someone all the time, and just thinking that everything was great because of it all.

What she hadn't missed was like that slightly self-conscious, completely-not-nervous-really feeling of making sure anything potentially embarrassing or messy had been dealt with before he came over. There were a few things that'd just been shoved into a closet because it was too early to really look like she was a nineteen-year-old who lived on her own and didn't usually get visitors.

So if Kitty was checking over to her apartment until Clint arrived to make sure she looked like an adult, really, then that would be why.

[For that guy!]
throughaphase: (pleased)
It'd be pretty sad to say that Kitty thought she deserved a pat on the back for managing to wait like 48 hours for date #2 with Clint. So she wouldn't say it, but if anyone wanted to pat her on the back anyway, the line started right over here.

While there were probably wiser choices than sitting in a dark theater watching what would probably amount to an awful movie, they weren't as fun. So with plenty of time before the show started and any needed concessions gotten, the most important question was asked when they got into the actual theater: "Where should we sit?"

She was going to take a wild guess here that they weren't going anywhere near the front.

[For he who gets to pick the seats!]


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Kitty Pryde-Barton

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