Kevin has known Kitty for a while. Two mutants that have not so much in common. She's a partier, he prefers quiet time at home. She's into modern conveniences, he's studying blacksmithing. But. The professor had put it to them, that it was better to marry other mutants, than to run the risk of marrying outside, and getting hurt. He was pairing up a lot of the mutants, putting those who might get along together.
Kevin thinks the professor is cracked. Him and Kitty? He doesn't need someone to "bring him out of his shell" or to drag him out of his newly made forge now and again. That's what he had his dog, Mimsy, for. At least she liked Kitty?
He looks down at the huge Rottweiler as she watches him put his tux on for the wedding he was about to go to. His wedding, to Kitty Pryde. "What the hell am I doin', Mims?" He collapses on the side of his bed and ruffles his dog's ears. By some quirk of genetics, or divine intervention, or something, she's immune to his deadly power, and he can touch her without worrying about killing her. She puts her big head on his knee, and whines softly. She knows something is up and he's not liking it.
He stands up. Time to go get married.
He walks down the hall, where he knows Kitty is getting ready and taps at her door with one gloved knuckle. His wedding ring will go on over his gloves to protect his new wife from his powers. "Kitty?" He calls, his soft Southern drawl more pronounced with the stress in his life.
Reason: 8.
Kevin thinks the professor is cracked. Him and Kitty? He doesn't need someone to "bring him out of his shell" or to drag him out of his newly made forge now and again. That's what he had his dog, Mimsy, for. At least she liked Kitty?
He looks down at the huge Rottweiler as she watches him put his tux on for the wedding he was about to go to. His wedding, to Kitty Pryde. "What the hell am I doin', Mims?" He collapses on the side of his bed and ruffles his dog's ears. By some quirk of genetics, or divine intervention, or something, she's immune to his deadly power, and he can touch her without worrying about killing her. She puts her big head on his knee, and whines softly. She knows something is up and he's not liking it.
He stands up. Time to go get married.
He walks down the hall, where he knows Kitty is getting ready and taps at her door with one gloved knuckle. His wedding ring will go on over his gloves to protect his new wife from his powers. "Kitty?" He calls, his soft Southern drawl more pronounced with the stress in his life.