The call didn't take too long. Storm was relieved to hear she was alive and seemingly okay. Kitty was happy to hear that, according to the news, there wasn't a single fatality in the fire despite the building being a complete loss. Kitty had to admit that Storm was right - she hadn't considered all of the phasing she'd done before the group of children in calculating how risky carrying them all would be. That was a frustrating aspect of her ability - she didn't gradually get tired. She could go without feeling anything until she hit her limit, and this time she'd hit it hard.
After getting Storm's promise to pack a bag for her and have someone bring it to her in a few hours, Kitty hung up and put the phone back on the table. Curious to see how it would feel, she pushed the covers off and swung her legs off the side of the bed. She tested putting weight on one, then the other. It felt strange, like how she imagined walking on stilts might feel, but she didn't think they would buckle under her. Using the bed and then the wall for extra support, she peeked out the crack in the door. Seeing nothing, she hurried as fast as she dared into the bathroom. The only thing worse than her full bladder was 48-hour swamp breath. She knew Steve wouldn't judge but still. They were nowhere close to that level of comfort.
So she used the facilities, splashed some water on her face, ran her fingers through her hair while lamenting not having something to put it up into a ponytail with, and brushed her teeth using his toothpaste and her index finger. She hoped to sneak back into bed without him noticing but alas, she made too much noise not to catch his attention. When she opened the door he was standing there, glass of juice in hand. She grinned sheepishly and waited for the lecture she probably deserved.
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After getting Storm's promise to pack a bag for her and have someone bring it to her in a few hours, Kitty hung up and put the phone back on the table. Curious to see how it would feel, she pushed the covers off and swung her legs off the side of the bed. She tested putting weight on one, then the other. It felt strange, like how she imagined walking on stilts might feel, but she didn't think they would buckle under her. Using the bed and then the wall for extra support, she peeked out the crack in the door. Seeing nothing, she hurried as fast as she dared into the bathroom. The only thing worse than her full bladder was 48-hour swamp breath. She knew Steve wouldn't judge but still. They were nowhere close to that level of comfort.
So she used the facilities, splashed some water on her face, ran her fingers through her hair while lamenting not having something to put it up into a ponytail with, and brushed her teeth using his toothpaste and her index finger. She hoped to sneak back into bed without him noticing but alas, she made too much noise not to catch his attention. When she opened the door he was standing there, glass of juice in hand. She grinned sheepishly and waited for the lecture she probably deserved.