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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

July Planet Information

First Mingle Post

Comments

[only_skin_deep]

Depends if you're referring to the locals or yourself. [Too harsh? Maybe a little, but he seemed more than able to handle such a comment since it was meant in jest. But just in case.] I think that's more than manageable.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Apparently he can handle it just fine, because the smirk he offers Mystique is not the least offended.] You'd have only your self to blame if I weren't manageable. I think you'll find the food worth putting up with me. [With a tiny flourish and a polite incline of his head, Kurt motions toward the tavern with one hand and his tail.] Ladies first, then.

[only_skin_deep]

That's not entirely true, now is it? [That hint of a smile slipping as he said that, a reminder that her own son no longer here. Mystique however didn't react at his little show of flare with letting her enter first, becoming accustomed to his need to show off a bit.] If you say so. [Food was not a big a deal for her as it was for Nightcrawlers.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Nein, it isn't. [His voice gentles slightly, in lieu of the assurances he wants to offer. Neither of them know if he's gone home or some other place entirely. Any reassurances of his younger counterpart's safety would be transparent lies, and Kurt wouldn't be entirely surprised if she shot him for it.] I do say so. [Give him time enough to get used to having regular meals and it won't be so big a deal--unless we're talking blackberries. Kurt waits for her to go first before following, reaching to tap her are with his tail once they're inside. The booth he motions silently toward is in a corner, good view of the door for both of them.]

[only_skin_deep]

[Her shoulders barely tensed at the touch, well aware it was him but also on edge, both due to her normal nature but also from the oh so grabby hands of this planet. Mystique would be very please when they would leave here. A nod of her head showed she understood, heading to the booth he picked out and silently approving it's location; able to see all exits and giving them enough room to move as needed, even if it was in the corner of the room.

Taking her seat, which was restricted a little by the damn dress she had to wear, it snagging on the edge of the table before she was able to tug it free, Mystique cast one last obvious glance around the room before letting her eyes return to him.] I assume there is a particular reason you wanted to meet other than socializing. [Because let's face it, she doesn't do that well unless she's not 'herself'.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt follows her like the shadows he vanishes into, close enough to keep up but leaving enough space between them to fight in if the need should arise. It's a consideration he doesn't even consciously decide to make, so accustomed is he to falling into position on missions with his mother (and the Darkholmes were never in public together for any other reason.)

Like a gentleman, Kurt waits until Mystique is seated before sliding into his own. The pause is useful for glancing around the room himself, noting general mood along with exits and possible weapons. The straightforwardness of her statement brings a smile and a soft chuckle.] Socializing, curiosity about your well-being on this planet. I had a gift in mind to offer you while we're here, but.. I'm moderately concerned it wouldn't be a welcome one.

[only_skin_deep]

[Mystique silently listens as he speaks, one of her eyebrows steadily creeping higher during the process before he comes to a stop. Clearing her throat, she leans into the table enough to rest her elbows up on it, hands raised to steeple in front of her face as she peered over him at them.]

Is this the part where you expect me to say something about bewaring Greeks and gifts?