14843/Checking to see if someone has a belly button is ablest against clones.

Checking to see if someone has a belly button is ablest against clones.
Date of Scene:	04 May 2023
Location:	Warren's Penthouse
Synopsis:	Kitty stops by the penthouse with some takeout.
Cast of Characters:	Warren Worthington, Kitty Pryde

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Warren Worthington has posed:
"My dearest Katherine, are you free tonight? Could I steal you away? I would love to see you, to catch up on matters most sensitive and spend considerable time in your presence as one such as me is want to do. Will you be mine for the evening? I will certainly be yours. Respond, respond I say, respond! Or just come over, I'll leave the terrace unlocked so you can pretend your robbing the joint for the brief but cheap thrill. Ok, gonna stop thumbing you now, bye!"

Warren re-read his own message, sent to Kitty, and made a laugh at his own expense, something not unlike a piggy snort. "Warren, you slay me man." and went about the rest of his day, hoping to see her at the conclusion.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde had snickered when she saw it. Today had been a day spent at the school, not even working remotely but her day doing guidance counselor things with the students. So it was that she climbed into the LexCar that had been a present from Roberto back on her 21st birthday, and headed over into the city. Going against the flow of traffic made the trip a little quicker.

Now the elevator chimes as it arrives and she steps out. She's wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark sweater that fits her snuggly. In her hands is a bag of takeout from a place down the street that they used to order from a lot. "Warren?" she calls as she steps into the penthouse, looking around for the angelic one.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren approached after a minute, coming out of the bedroom, he still had on most of his beautiful wool suit from the day, save the jacket which was folded over a chair next to a table with his bag, laptop, phone, wallet and an assortment of loose documents mounted by a single hard candy in a simple cellophane wrapper.

Warren had post-nap wings, like he had come home and flopped backwards onto his bed, closed his eyes, and lost time. He had a dreamy expression that offered a warm smile, his voice was adorably croaky. "Let me take that." he lent and offered a kiss, cheek or lips, which ever subtle signal she offered. Stealing her bag with the comestibles, he lead her in to the seating area proper. "Doug wore a sweater too, am I keeping this place too cold?" he wondered, tilting his head to encourage honest criticism.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty leans up, taking and giving a kiss on the cheek, though her fingers slipping to the back of Warren's head and briefly brushing the golden locks during it. "Oh I woke you up, didn't I?" she says in an apologetic tone. "You could go sleep longer if you wanted. Got you chicken parmigiana, but it warms up well if you need some more sleep," she tells him.

She glances about the penthouse. "No no, not too cold in here. It's just a bit brisk outside still. Especially when the sun goes down," Kitty says. She didn't wear a jacket. "But then you barely feel it when you taking me flying in blizzard, so how would you know?" she teases, resting her hand on Warren's chest for a moment as she remembers that New Years flight over Time Square in a blizzard a year and a half ago.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington closed his eyes remembering. He was still in her grasp for a moment, and quiet. He his cerulean eyes opened again, he looked deep into her beautiful greys. "Give it to me straight, Kit. Did I take you for granted?" his hands had found her by now, one palm on her shoulder the other at her waist. "Alexa, play anything by Nina Simone." he called, and then as soon as 'My Baby Just Cares for Me' started playing, he moved her into a slow and low effort sway along with him, "Did I? What's the one thing about me?" he cocked his head again, to indicate his willingness to be criticised if need be. All the while, he was dancing her, or trying to. Staying close, so they could talk, and the embrace however chaste, needn't end.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde slips her arms up around Warren. "No you didn't take me for granted. We just didn't quite fit in each other's lives right, remember? You've got a whole company worth of people to take care of, and a board that will focus on making money at the expense of the employees without you. But you still have to keep the company moving forward," she says as she looks up into the blue of his eyes.

Her fingers brush over his shoulder. Over to a wing that she caresses her fingers over softly. "And I was working two contracts plus helping at the school, so not like I could travel with you. And when we did get together I think we were both guilty and it just... stress, you know?" she tells him. "I know, your family company needed to come first. And I was still finding my way, not sure if I wanted to work or maybe leave and go do grad school at MIT or Cal Tech or wherever." Which she obviously didn't decide. "I knew you loved me, ya big goof."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Its not easy for people like us, smart, beautiful, ambitious, driven..." he conceded then, "and modest to a fault." He didn't bother to laugh at his own joke, soldiering on through it. "So?" he said turning a circle in the carpet with her.

'...even Lana Turner's Smile, is something he can't see...'

"Which is it?" he wondered.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde lets herself press a little closer, dancing with Warren how they used to. Her body snuggled against his chest. "There's no one thing about you. We just weren't right time, right place," she tells him, giving a little shrug. "Still care about you though. Want you happy."

As they dance, her eyes go over to the electronic picture frame that she gave him as a present. The one that shows the faces of everyone she'd been able to find that he'd saved their lives. Individually at least, saving the planet would have made it a little tough to get -everyone-. And after a picture of the person, some sort of news clipping of something they'd done, or a family photo that showed their kids, or that they'd graduated school. Something to show what they'd gone on to thanks to that white-winged man saving them. "Just thinking about how long it took me to put that together. I was trying to let you know how I felt," she says, blushing a bit.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren Worthington chuckled, his body shaking just enough for her to notice, the sound of the laugh swallowed. He whispered, "Baby, I meant Cal Tech or MIT?" but eventually his eagle eyes tracked toward the object of her attention. "I remember when I used to feel that way." he explained, seeming distant from it.

"The child of a lesser God, I suppose." he continued to sway her around the room, adding a gentle flourish where the music demanded. "Some of your gifts are not something that can be seen." he was being clever, lacing together two meanings artfully, but it was obvious he was talking about her effect on his character.

"I carry it with me every day, you better believe it."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
"Oh," Kitty says with a soft grin. "Well, I probably would have gone with MIT. But, I decided I'd had enough of school. Being part of Excalibur while keeping up with classes was just... a lot. And after coming back, being part of the X-men again? I just don't think I am ready to give that up. Even if I part of me would kill to be back in that kind of school environment again."

She rests her head against Warren's shoulder. "My favorite part of Oxford was the pubs. Going out and hearing people debating about philosophy or literature or quantum mechanics while sharing a pint. That kind of environment that encourages people to think and learn and excel. Where those conversations in a normal bar would have people starting at you? There it was a way of life," she recalls fondly.

"But, much as I love it, I love being a hero more, and back with our team. Not that the Brits were bad, but it wasn't the same."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"I've been delving in family history, and its uncanny how simple their lives can be mapped out. Meet your future spouse, rush into marriage, produce a couple children as quickly as possible and then lean into work hard for about fifty years." he didn't bring up how many family members where off-ed by others long before they could meet that fifty year obligation. That was postulate.

"The fact that you love your life, love what you're doing, just makes me want to be around you more. The kinds of people and relationships that enrich us, but at the same time, it means your spread pretty thin." he paused to wet his lips, "I need to get back into the swing of things too."