<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/>Kitty was in absolute turmoil. His voice...when he hit that soft baritone...was absolutely knee-weakening, whether he spoke Russian or not. However, his translation had that blush growing all the more. As fingers brushed along her cheek she would just shift, lightly...barely...nuzzling into the caress. Tongue flickered out, moistening those soft lips as she turned her head to look up at him.<br/><br/>He was so close...mere inches away. She was acutely aware that she could smell the vodka on his breath, along with the rest of his scent. So manly. Respirations increased, and as she looked up at him, her mind remained in turmoil. She wanted to kiss him...but she remained frozen. Wouldn't a kiss be the absolute worst thing for the two of them? And yet....it would be so easy for one of them to close the scant distance.<br/><br/>Instead, she spoke...her voice a cracked whisper. "I....I bet you say that..." again, she felt the need to lick her lips, something she hoped didn't come off as too weird. "...t...to all the girls..." It was an attempt at humor, but somehow, Kitty wasn't able to make it work. Of course, her mind was barely functioning at the moment.