<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>On the beaten path<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 11:30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br/><hr/><br/>Thinking of Yolande didn't really help Kitty's frame of mind. Every now and then she was still getting a mild ringing in her ear from the scream that had echoed in her head. She knew it would go away, that it was just residual. It was really more annoying than anything. But she would be a lot more wary around Yolande from now on...and had pledged to take a refresher class on telepathy when it came up next.<br/><br/>"Yolande was just having a bad day. It's nothing...I'm fine." The lie came easily. Kitty was used to it. She wasn't one of the "tough" mutants, and so she had to give off a tough exterior when around them. That included...in Kitty's mind...Heather. Her friend was stronger than Kitty was....and so she needed to play off that a mind-attack didn't really bother her. Kitty was used to it. "I'm just glad that you and Justin were okay. Hey, was he hitting on you? Didn't you guys used to go out or something?"<br/><br/>She grinned, glad to have been able to steer the conversation away from the encounter. It was over and done with, and probably best to be forgotten. Kitty knew that her punishment for striking out at Yolande was coming up, and she didn't care. She knew she had done what was best, even if it broke the rules. Free arm snaked around Heathers, holding the multi-haired femme close by as another sip from the cider was taken.<br/><br/>"Oh, and in regards to your hair turning black....I don't suggest rocks. And I don't suggest black, unless you want to go through some weird emo-phase..." the playful grin showed that Kitty was absolutely joking around. Heather would have known that no matter what, Kitty would be supportive of her. The few awkward encounters of kissing and idle touches were fun, and after, when they were both sober, Kitty still loved Heather.<br/><br/>Even if Heather did make her question her sexual preferences.