Courtesy Of Your Friendly Neighborhood Nightcrawler
"This is too weird," Jubilee said vaguely, eyes tracking Kurt's progress back and forth across the hallway.
"Weird is normal here at Mutant High," Bobby joked, though his heart wasn't in it. "And you know Kurt's worried about Kitty. When people worry, they pace."
"Yeah, but…" Jubilee trailed off, shaking her head. "Whatever, man."
"Katzchen, mein liebes…" Kurt mumbled, fretting the blue fur straight off his tail in his worry as he paced back and forth. The floor was starting to grow a coat of navy blue hair as his tail was subsequently denuded of its growth.
"What'd he say?" Jamie asked sotto voce, not wanting to disturb the older mutant's pacing.
"Kitty, my love," Rahne said, voice equally as soft. She frowned. "I think, anyway. Me Gaelic's better'n me German."
"She'll be all right, you guys," St. John assured them all, raising his voice slightly so that Kurt could hear him. "She just got a bump on her head from when Logan was chasing Kurt across the grounds."
"Yeah, for the second time," Rogue groused.
"It's all my fault!" Kurt wailed, more of his fur shedding off at an alarming rate. His tail was now spotted with several bald patches, detectable only by those with good vision – Kurt's skin was apparently the same navy blue shade as his pelt.
"No, it's not, Elf," Logan grumbled. He sighed and reluctantly admitted, "It's mine. I should've been watchin' where I was goin'."
"It was no one's fault," Beast interjected as he exited the infirmary. "Things like this just happen." He was immediately inundated by inquiries as to his patient's welfare:
"Is Kitty all right?" – this in stereo from Jamie and Rahne
"Is she okay?" from Bobby, followed closely by, "Yeah, is she?" from St. John and, "Dude, is she, like, gonna be okay?" from a momentarily Valley Girl-reverted Jubilee.
"Hank, what's wrong with Half-Pint?" was Logan's thinly-veiled demand, and Kurt, for his part…
Well, Kurt went nose-to-nose with Beast and, grabbing two fistfuls of the doctor's lab coat, demanded, voice icy as a Siberian winter, "Vhere is mein Katzchen?"
"She's fine," Beast said to all of them. "Just a slight bump; she was only unconscious for a few minutes. No concussion, though I do want her to take it easy for a day or so. You can all go in and see her now," he added unnecessarily as the students stampeded towards the infirmary door.
He started as he caught sight of Kurt's mode of locomotion. "Stars and garters…"
"Yeah, kinda weird, ain't it?" Rogue put in as she watched her sort-of brother scamper off to check on his girlfriend. "Ah mean, Ah know lots of people pace when they're worried – Ah do it too, sometimes – but Kurt's version really takes tha cake." She shook her head and followed Jubilee and the others.
Logan and sighed and trailed after the girl towards the infirmary as he investigated the damage said teleporter had left behind in his wake. "I'm gonna have ta talk ta the Elf about cleanin' up after himself if he keeps that up…"
Sighing, Hank removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead. "Why should I be surprised?" he asked the ether. "He's 'The Incredible Nightcrawler' after all… Of course he paces on the ceiling."