Part 7 ^_^
"Lieber Gott, it's hot..."
"Awww, poor baby," said Amanda.
"Did we like, *have* to bring him to the beach?" Kitty complained.
"Have another ice cube." Amanda plucked one from a nearby bucket and
popped it in his mouth.
"Mmmm..."
"You *know* what happens if you leave Kurt alone long enough to get
really bored," said Scott.
"Yeah," said Jean, who was busy trying to tan herself. "Last time we
left him in the Institute by himself, he decided to redecorate. It's
amazing what you can do with Prisma Colours and four crates of TP."
"And magic tape," added Scott. "You can't forget the magic tape."
Amanda laughed. "He must have been *really* bored. Poor darling."
"I'll be fine in an hour or two," Kurt rasped. "When the heat's off
the day." Otherwise, he didn't move from his prone position in the shade
of the smaller umbrella.
Hank occupied the larger one, also periodically sucking on ice cubes
that Bobby was too happy to provide.
Roberto, meanwhile, was soaking up the sunshine for all he was worth
with a huge grin plastered across his face.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, more or less. Evan had to have the
obligatory whinging session about insects, which he promptly forgot once
he got into boogie-boarding through the waves.
Rahne was splashing about in her lupine form, repeatedly and
agressively getting as many people wet as she possibly could.
Even Amara was shrieking and splashing in the water like an ordinary
kid.
_Ah, the heck with it,_ thought Kitty, and raced off her towel and
into the water.
At least she wouldn't have to listen to Kurt's weather report.
The fun, for Amanda, started when the heat started going down. Kurt
surfaced from his near-coma in the shade and began making up for lost
time. Their tickle-war turned into a game of chase across the dunes of
Xavier's private beach.
"Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!" she mock-screamed, scrurrying
across the sand.
Kurt was behind her, bounding across the beach in an easy lope that
was more of a bounce.
Kitty was laughing her head off. "Go Pepe LeWagner!"
Kurt laughed, completely un-winded by the excercise. "Zese women, zey
love to play 'ard to get, non?" he imitated the cartoon skunk perfectly,
right down to the ego-stoked smirk, the waggling eyebrows, and the
little, "Rowr, rowr," before he took off again.
Amanda laughed so hard that Kurt caught her, and practically nuzzled
her to death.
Not that that was a *bad* thing.
Not at all.
"Lieber Gott, it's hot..."
"Awww, poor baby," said Amanda.
"Did we like, *have* to bring him to the beach?" Kitty complained.
"Have another ice cube." Amanda plucked one from a nearby bucket and
popped it in his mouth.
"Mmmm..."
"You *know* what happens if you leave Kurt alone long enough to get
really bored," said Scott.
"Yeah," said Jean, who was busy trying to tan herself. "Last time we
left him in the Institute by himself, he decided to redecorate. It's
amazing what you can do with Prisma Colours and four crates of TP."
"And magic tape," added Scott. "You can't forget the magic tape."
Amanda laughed. "He must have been *really* bored. Poor darling."
"I'll be fine in an hour or two," Kurt rasped. "When the heat's off
the day." Otherwise, he didn't move from his prone position in the shade
of the smaller umbrella.
Hank occupied the larger one, also periodically sucking on ice cubes
that Bobby was too happy to provide.
Roberto, meanwhile, was soaking up the sunshine for all he was worth
with a huge grin plastered across his face.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, more or less. Evan had to have the
obligatory whinging session about insects, which he promptly forgot once
he got into boogie-boarding through the waves.
Rahne was splashing about in her lupine form, repeatedly and
agressively getting as many people wet as she possibly could.
Even Amara was shrieking and splashing in the water like an ordinary
kid.
_Ah, the heck with it,_ thought Kitty, and raced off her towel and
into the water.
At least she wouldn't have to listen to Kurt's weather report.
The fun, for Amanda, started when the heat started going down. Kurt
surfaced from his near-coma in the shade and began making up for lost
time. Their tickle-war turned into a game of chase across the dunes of
Xavier's private beach.
"Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!" she mock-screamed, scrurrying
across the sand.
Kurt was behind her, bounding across the beach in an easy lope that
was more of a bounce.
Kitty was laughing her head off. "Go Pepe LeWagner!"
Kurt laughed, completely un-winded by the excercise. "Zese women, zey
love to play 'ard to get, non?" he imitated the cartoon skunk perfectly,
right down to the ego-stoked smirk, the waggling eyebrows, and the
little, "Rowr, rowr," before he took off again.
Amanda laughed so hard that Kurt caught her, and practically nuzzled
her to death.
Not that that was a *bad* thing.
Not at all.