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Snorting at that, she'd have made a bitter comment at what breasts, but Mal's good mood was too infectious to be bothered by that right now. "Oh trust me, a man in a lab coat who just knows he belongs is much sexier than someone playing dress up. That and a guy who can pull off a corset is way more of a turn on than most will admit." She should probably keep Pat away from the guy. She loved him but the man was really dangerous to introduce to new friends.

Cait certainly knew she got too defensive about the team from time to time. They were good people, people she loved and respected and so much hate got leveled at them. "Sorry if I sound a bit defensive about them. They're just so important to me, and I really do appreciate you helping us out." Knowing he could understand their emotions still took a bit of getting used to. "Oh you'd do it even without your power. You're a good person," adding a cheeky grin and looking at his hand, "even if you're a bit of a flirt."

"Well, you seem trust worthy. Don't know how much that means from the naive one but," she trailed of shrugging. She knew who she was on the team and she wouldn't have it any other way. "But thank you, for listening. With a double life and some of the team members being, themselves, it's sometimes hard to find someone to talk to." Giving him a warm smile, before continuing, "You do realise this means you can't escape now right?"

Not that she wanted him too, it was so relaxing hanging out with him and the plans she had for the two of them. There would be so many musicals. And singing.

 

Oh my god, that had caught him so off guard. Artair really did try to not laugh, but Devon's flustered stammering broke him down. Yeah, he hadn't explained himself very well but the guys reaction was just so out of left field for him. He was more used to being sworn at by friends that have someone so concerned for potentially offending him.

"Sorry, sorry but I think you've misunderstood." His words still came out between bouts of laughter. "You've done nowt wrong today Devon, in that situation you had more experience and did what was needed, thats more than fine with me. What I meant was I will always speak my mind about what you're doing, what you want me to do." He did need to consider his next words carefully, "I won't do something just because you ask, I'll make my own moral judgements and if I think something is sketchy to me, I'll speak up about."

Chuckling it off, he had to wonder if Devon was maybe not as used to alcohol as he was. After all the guy seemed around his age and America was certainly a wee bit more uptight over the stuff. Artair was basically from a culture revolving around it, it was like he had a genetic advantage in that regard. "As for not needing you today? There was no way I could have done that alone, don't sell yourself short. You helped a complete stranger for no better reason than it was the right thing to do, trust me when I say, I respect that."

"I was just putting my cards on the table. I'm happy to help people, and will give as much time to Haven as I can, but I just needed it known that I will be vocal if I think something is wrong." If push came to shove he would walk, but that was implied for now. If Haven could do things outside the law, get to the people who actually deserved justice, he was all in.

Artair took another sip of his drink and glanced around, noting the mood getting better and the bar starting to get packed. Every time he'd been here he had enjoyed himself, had more beers than was probably wise and even met a nice lass or two. It was kind of weird to be having such a private conversation here, but then again, there was a twisted sense to it. No one paid them any mind, or at least, no one paid him any mind. Devon got more than a few admiring looks from various people, even some very jealous partners giving evil looks after noticing their loved ones stares. Some people had all the luck.

"You don't need to worry about offending me, friendships back hope tend to contain more swearing and playful abuse." Giving him an amused look, "If you do royally p--- me off, somehow, you'll know. Trust me." Swearing was a national past time for the Scots.

Congrats of the new character and god she is so cute. Looking forward to reading her threads.

She had to grin at his comment. She'd still been a bit scrawny then, if her hair had been any shorter she would have easily passed for a skinny guy. It was sweet he was complimenting her though and he did seem to genuinely mean it. "I do try, not that I could hold a candle to a real life doctor," she added lightly, imagining Mal in his own coat.

If it wasn't for the way he spoke now, she'd keep forgetting he was picking up on her emotions and it was pretty good to get some confirmation for outside that they were actually doing something good. "I can't speak for everyone here, but I don't think any of them are here because they think they're better than anyone else." No, some of them just seemed a little too happy to get into fights. "Although one or two," definitely one, "are a little bit over eager in combat from time to time."

Well this was a fun question to answer, given the nice light hearted conversation they'd been having. "I don't know why they first started being called the X-Men or when, but theres a good reason we call ourselves that now. I'm guessing you know there was an incident a while ago, a lot of the X's didn't make it." Cait had managed to piece bits together over the years from various people. "Becca kept the name, I guess to honour them and none of us are about to argue with her over the name."

"At the end of the day it's what we're known as, what we get recognised as. I don't think it matters anymore why, just that we are." She hadn't asked the boss some questions, out of respect. It didn't feel right to.

Looking up at the mansion as he arrived in his taxi, he knew this was going to suck. A lot. Their last meeting had ended particularly badly for Kendra and he hadn't heard anything from her since then. It had taken him a couple of messages and a phone call to make sure she really was fine after the drug bust and now, now he had finally managed to find time to meet her in person again. Artair probably wasn't the best person for heart to heart talks, but he was the only person who had been there that night. If anyone needed to talk to her about that night, it was him.

After cleaning up as much of her blood as possible and trying to find the piece of s--- who'd shot her, his own plans after the botched vigilantism had been to discover the bottom of a bottle as quickly as he could. He'd killed someone. In fact he'd probably killed multiple people and he wasn't sure he was ever going to be the same again. The excuse of self defence didn't even feel valid. He'd walked into there knowing what those people were, what they'd do. He had asked for it.

Shaking his head, thanking the taxi guy and paying with a decent tip, he moved onwards towards the front doors. Right now, he wanted to gauge Kendra's state. He could deal with his baggage on his own, in his own way, but she had been shot. She'd nearly died. That was traumatic enough to anyone, he had no clue how it would have effected the lass. She had never struck him has the most mature person to begin with.

Getting to the front office, he was a bit at a loss of what to do. Sending a quick text that he had arrived and would be waiting in the living room, he headed in that direction. Nodding at the few people he recognised and having a short chat with the passing Doc, he eventually found himself alone in the living room, dreading the next few minutes. He was hardly the best equipped for this, Christ thanks to Kendra he knew how bad his anger issues were, he shouldn't really be trying to help others with their problems.

Sighing and pulling out a book, he was half hoping she wouldn't come out. Yeah he'd be upset but still, he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be a little bit relieved.

"Been to a showing? Of course I have. One of the best dates I've ever been on." A few weeks after prom some tickets had been given to her and her friends. They had gone ham on dressing up. Wait, did Mal of pictures? This, this she had to see. For science. "Oh my god Mal, this is the best thing ever." Damn the guy had good legs. Could pull off a corset better than some girls she knew as well. "Well, since you showed me yours," she said with a grin, pulling her own phone out and finding the pictures she had from then.

"If you can drag your eyes away from the beauty in the middle, I'm the girl in the lab coat holding her hand." While it might not have worked out between them, the fact that she was still her best friend hadn't changed. There were just some more fun parts to the friendship now.

Oh, yeah that. Being surrounded by horny teenagers was bad enough when you couldn't tell what they were feeling. That must have been really awkward at times. She would have probably started punching people if every moment was spent knowing some creep behind her was checking her out.

His reasoning made a lot of sense to her. As soon as she had learnt of her power, and gained a little control of it she'd started stalking the X-Men, begging them to let her join. Thank god Becca had taken pity on her, eventually. "I get that. It's pretty much the reason I'm here in the first place, to be honest. Since mines made for fighting, it made sense to join Becca and the others, even if I don't like hurting people." Agnes making jibing comments about her resolve was one thing, but others around here sometimes doubted her ability to do what was needed. Someone needed to be the optimist, the fool. If only for the very small chance she was right

She couldn't help but laugh at his comments, he was very self assured. Well, he was pretty cute, even if he did know it. If she was looking for a relationship he wouldn't be the worst choice. With everything else he was, he was a good guy. That went a long way. "Someone has a good impression of themselves. But I don't know, a little bit of make up, some beautiful tights and you'd do a great Dr Frankenfurter. You've got the perfect cheek bones," she added a cheeky little grin on her mouth.

Him, grumpy? That wasn't possible, he was just so, smiley. "Are you pulling my leg again? Because believing you have an angsty bone in your body is about as hard as believing you can sing as well as you think you can." There was no way he would get away without proving that at some point. There will be karaoke, if she had to drag the machine up those stairs herself.

Cait was so glad her job with the X's had let her meet Mal. She very rarely got to meet people who were so genuinely good people. Using your powers to help people, given the way mutants were treated now, was an amazing risk to put yourself through. "I wouldn't know anything about unfair advantage and no amount of arguments will convince me otherwise." Yeah in a fight her powers were actually amazing. But she didn't want to hurt people and knives, knives are very good at that.

"What made you want to be a doctor in the first place by the way. I don't think I asked."