<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br/><hr/><br/>His mere closeness caused her heart to jump, and she found herself turning a rather cute shade of pink at being called beautiful. In her opinion, she wasn't really beautiful. Summer was beautiful. Heather was beautiful. Rogue was beautiful. In comparison, Kitty felt rather plain. Did Piotr really feel that way about her?<br/><br/>She merely smiled as she took the offered cup, holding back the rather childish urge to perk up and say<em>wow!</em>. Doing so would undoubtedly show off her immaturity, and that was the last thing she wanted Pete to see. She wanted to be mature, worldly. Wanted to sound as wise as Orora, and act as mature as Jean. Still, there was a bit of excitement in her eyes as she took the cup, glanced inside, and brought it to her lips for a sip. She had had vodka a few times before, but the burn still got to her. She flinched a bit, wincing as she let out a couch before looking back to him, smiling as she offered the cup back. "Drinking before you are too tired to drink sounds kind of counter-productive..." a grin came then, obviously teasing at the idea of being a lazy drunk. Right then, it sounded like a great idea.<br/><br/>"Genocide is a dangerous precedent. And where does he get off thinking we LIKE being mutants? I mean...I didn't ask for these powers. Someone else's fears and insecurities isn't my fault. And yeah...we may prevail against him. But at what cost?" She sighed as she settled upon the ground, legs extending out in front of her. Kitty looked up to him again. "Don't misconstrue what I'm about to say. I love how well people are treated here at Xavier's. But in times like last night, it feels like a prison. And in a way...it kind of is. The government just made that clear. We are allowed two places: here or jail. And for what? Because of the way we are born. It's fucked up."<br/><br/>Again, she heaved a sigh, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...I'm just depressed."