Title: Birthday
Fandom: X-men
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kitty and Wisdom gen… I know, right?
Summary: One side of a Transatlantic phone call
Note: I wrote this for Sniperct even though it's late. Sorry. Finals. Congrats on the Nuptials.
C'mon… c'mon… I know that you're there. You're not that popular and—oh.
Hey.
What?
What am I what? Oh. Perv.
What? I can't really hear you. It's really loud there.
Well… since it's your birthday. That's why I called, by the way. Happy Birthday.
You're welcome. I—
Oh. Sorry. Sigh Jeans and a Lord of the Rings t-shirt.
Aragorn.
Well you know perfectly well that I'm not a big Orlando Bloom fan.
Yes, that episode of Extras was a 'bloody laugh riot,' but I'd still ratrather not have him plastered across my chest.
Snort You are so predictable.
What?
He's fine, thank you. I'm surprised that you're sober enough to care. What time is it over there?
That late, huh? And you're still out. That's impressive at your age.
Snicker Sorry. You're right. That was low. Sincere apologies.
I don't think so. He's at the Met today with his art class.
Of course I don't. I just thought that it was best to—
Pete. Don't start. I'll hang up.
Because. You know why. It's inappropriate.
What?
I was not avoiding the question. It really is horribly loud over there.
I do care about him.
Yes, I do.
Well, of course I do. How could I not? After everything we went through?
Snort Of course you're just talking about the sex. Maybe I was, too.
I am not a tease.
No. I have no intention of—
Look, Pete, I have to go.
Yeah. Something like that.
Good. I'm glad.
You too, Pete. Have fun with your team. Oh, and Pete?
Happy Birthday. Again.
No problem. What are friends for?
Yeah. Me neither. I'll let you know if I find out first.
Goodbye, Wisdom.
Click
