<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTU3MzM3MDYzMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzk1Mzc3NA@@._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Medusa<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting the new roommate, and getting along<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty couldn't help but roll her eyes. However, her cheeks did get a pretty little shade of red, showing that perhaps she wasn't as innocent as Medusa was thinking she was. The question on whether or not she had walked in on anyone had reminded her of her accident with Piotr just a few days prior. Kitty remembered exactly how hot he had looked in just a pair of boxer briefs. "Well...I mean, not intentionally. Maybe happened on accident." She was being a little evasive. Would Medusa let it go, or pry for more information?<br/><br/>As she spoke about her life as an orphan and running away, she would grab a bra out of the small dresser. "You know...that's pretty hardcore. I don't know if I'd be able to do what you've done. But then, I've never had too..." Despite Medusas rough history, Kitty looked at her with a new level of respect. She liked the girl. A rough background, but she didn't seem to let it control her life. Instead, she controlled it.<br/><br/>At the playful banter about putting on a show, Kitty just laughed. "A show? Geez, you sound just like Heather." Her head shook as she just went for broke. Sports bra was lifted up and off, her perky mounds bouncing slightly. Immediately after, she would put the new bra...a black satin number...on, and slip it into place. Yoga pants were slid down, her purple panties (http://assets.charmingshoppes.com/is/image/LaneBryant/pr_123658_KS?$product_main$&wid=354&hei=460) being shown off. It gave a chance for Medusa to read the writing scribbled along her firm backside. "Anyways...did you wanna unpack? Check out some stuff? Head for dinner?"<br/><br/>The options were open as she got dressed again. Slipping into those skinny jeans, she buttoned up and then grabbed her sweatshirt. That was pulled on as well, immediately falling off the shoulder. Pulling her hair out, she sighed, flopping down onto her bed once again.