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my mommy got me a little coca-cola bear plushie! and it's a girl plushie! yaaaaay! \o/
yeah, yeah, i'm deflecting. -_-;;; i'm sorry i haven't been around for the last, uh, month? in my defense, i've actually been busy. for the first couple of weeks, i was working on gathering all my paperwork and writing my statement of purpose for my grad school application. now everything is sent in, i'm only waiting for the last of my recommendation letters, but apart from that i'm good to go. fingers crossed, somewhere in february i should be getting my acceptance/rejection message. my mom keeps acting like i'm one step away from boarding a plane to switzerland, but i'd rather be more cautious. these things are very competitive and you never really know what they're looking for. so, feeling hopeful, but not necessarily confident.
the rest of the time, i spent... okay, so i spent it reading fanfiction. i admit it. these ships, they're going to ruin my life! D: they burrow into my brain and take over. first, i had a phase of reading seifer/quistis fics (is it my fault that every fic about that relationship has to be over 15 chapters long and ridiculously epic?! i can't be blamed, here), then a still-ongoing eriol/tomoyo stretch (*sigh* i love them so much) and within the last few days, i've been reading x-men fics. kurt & kitty as usual (my bbs!), with some interspersed remy/rogue-- and i may have found a new x-men ship, which i totally didn't need, but what can you do. i find myself inexplicably drawn to hellion/X23, which is ironic because, while i do like julian a lot, i don't really care about laura one way or the other, but they've still stuck to my brain for the past few days. i don't even know.
apart from that, these "phases" have been interspersed with periods when i realized i haven't written anything decent for months, and quite honestly i'm feeling very guilty about that. so today at work i sat down to procrastinate as usual (my boss already flew home to chile for the holidays, so i can procrastinate all day long, LOL) and out popped not one, but TWO scenes of... guess which fanfic?! no, i promise the world is not going to implode today. um, i think. ^^;;;
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Closing the door behind her she walked in, making sure not to say anything to her roommate, who was sitting on her bed with an Ann Rice book which she was most intently pretending to read, studiously trying to appear like she wasn't at all curious about what Kitty and a certain cajun had talked about. With a mental snort, Kitty made her way to her own bed. As she was about to lay down she took notice of her history books, which were still lying there where she left them at around noon, and which she had never come back to after Kurt left.
That's when it hit her: she hadn't seen Kurt at dinner, had she?
"Hey, have you seen Kurt lately?" she asked, a small frown marring her brow. She couldn't decide if she should be angry at the elf for ditching her when he'd told her he would only be out for half an hour or so, or if he should be worried he hadn't made an appearance for their evening meal. Kurt never missed Ororo's special chicken pot pie, especially since Ororo always saved him an extra portion that would normally be Kitty's if she actually ate meat.
Rogue blinked at her, as if she had been expecting some sort of question, but not that one. Then, she shrugged. "I think I heard him scrummaging around in his room about an hour ago."
The younger brunette sighed, turning to look at the wall behind her bed. She was sorely tempted to just stick her head through it and check on him, but very early on she'd learned her lesson on phasing into people's rooms unannounced; it just wasn't polite.
(In fact, Rogue had complained about the positioning of their rooms when she first came to the Institute-- what guardian in their right state of mind would give a girl who could walk through walls a room right next to a boy who obviously had a crush on her? It was a moot point, though, since Kurt could teleport in, even if their rooms were on completely opposite sides of the mansion, so she let it go. And Kurt and Kitty eventually learned that they should actually use the door instead, although it took Rogue threatening Kurt with severe bodily harm if he ever 'ported into their room at six in the bloody morning again, before he finally figured it out).
Resigned to having to walk all the way out again, Kitty headed to Kurt's room. The extra walking was good for toning her legs, she told herself. She knocked on his door once and got no answer. She paused for a couple of seconds before knocking again. "Kurt?" Still nothing, so she leaned her head against the door to see if she could catch any sound coming from inside. She heard some shuffling, and it was then that she decided that concern beat politeness and just poked her head through the door. "Kurt? You never came back to finish our report, you cheat," she started, trying to draw him out with a light quip.
She heard muttering that she couldn't really understand-- probably German-- and the lights were off so she had to squint to place him: he was sprawled on his bed, hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling dejectedly. His spaded tail hung off the edge of the bed closest to her, swinging unhappily from side to side. Too quiet Kurt, brooding in the dark? Not good. Downright unsettling, actually. "Hey. Are you okay?" she asked him, coming up to stand beside him.
He sighed, and if she knew him well at all (which she did), he was just about to tell her that he was fine, and she wasn't having it. "No, you are not okay," she told him in a firm tone. He had better night vision than she did, so she was sure he could see her glare. "You missed dinner. I'm beginning to wonder if we should expect a repeat visit from the Horsemen, and, like, that's saying a lot, since I'm Jewish." He desisted on his intent to come up with an excuse. She pushed at his shoulder so he would scoot over, and sat beside him on the bed. He lifted himself up until his back was resting against the headboard, the fabric of his long sleeve tickling her arm. "So. What's wrong?"
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is it too sarcastic? it sounds too sarcastic to me. sorry, i guess i'm feeling a bit snarky today. and at points it feels convoluted with all the runny sentences; long paragraphs, i should've known better. still, it's better than anything i've written lately, though, and i haven't written anything for this fic in god knows how long, so i'm not going to scrap it.
i'll try to step by before christmas, so see you guys around! *wave*