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[May 12th. Do you know what that is? ~~Well, it's the publication month of Nightcrawler's comic debut and the last two digits of the year, 1975, added up to make the day.~~ It's Kurt's birthday! He's eighteen. Kind of. Sort of. He arrived in Luceti in roughly the same month as it was back home, so while it may be a few days off of being a real year since his last birthday, it's close enough!

So he's got things to do today. And what with Rogue being family she gets to be a part of it. After school and the Brigade meeting/slave labor, there's some cake at home - made by Rogue even. And then he'll manage to use her good will to talk her into some Battle Dome times. Although it's not exactly his preferred genre, he convinces her to play out a classic Western in the Dome, playing as sheriff and deputy against some bandits. (Yeah, he's the sheriff.) Too bad he pretty much has no sense of aim at all with a gun, even if it is a simulated one.

Dinner? That's at Seventh Heaven. He's hoping he can order some good old classic burger bomb and cheese fries.. The more Fast Food-esque, the better. He'll probably have to settle for them being cooked well and being real food. Well, no one said Luceti was perfect. Sometimes you just can't get the greasy fast food you want.]

[After that, at the Rec Center, they'll just play some good old fashioned games. Kurt's pretty good at air hockey, but he soon discovers Rogue is waaaay too good at pool. Which leads to him trying to press his natural advantage as he BAMFS and hangs from the ceiling above the table, trying to make a very tricky while upside down. And wouldn't you know it, before he teleported, he stepped back on his school bag and knocked his journal out and open to start recording.]

--what do you think you're doin'?

What does it look like? I'm trying to make a shot!

That is cheatin', Kurt. Get your butt back down here. That is no way ta play pool.

It's not cheating! I'm still hitting the ball with the stick, yeah? It's totally fair!

Part of the game is working the angles from the ground.

Come on, that is so lame!" [He bamfs back to the ground.] "There's no way I can hit it like this.

Sure ya can. Ya just need ta work the angles an' hit the ball right." ... "An' loosen up on that stick. You're holding it too tight.

[Reluctantly Kurt gives in. He still needs to go over the balls, so while he aims with one hand, he steadies the other end of his pool stick... with his tail. Over his head.]

Kurt!

((ooc: Dual post in progress, so get your tags from Kurt and

touchofrogue. Hit 'em up at any of the locations or just do the journal thing if you want. For the Battle Dome, you can run into 'em before or after they play out the scenario (or just sit up in the viewing area and watch it.) Also, housemates and fellow Brigade members would probably already know it's his birthday, but not so much others.))

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So why cowboys?

[on her way back to the apartment she now shares with Piers. Kurt is a face she recognizes so she will smile. But he's with someone else, so she will not interrupt their conversation.]

Someone should be allowed to play however they want on their birthday!

[Actually, watching pool-by-BAMF is kind of awesome to watch. Too bad the view isn't very good.]

[ in the morning, kurt will probably find a sweetly wrapped package just outside his door. inside is a pair of hand-knit slippers -- not perfectly knit, mind you, but competently all the same. she had to take an existing pattern and modify it somewhat to fit more snugly on his feet. they're a dark green colour. homely and possibly not close to the usual gift status of the future; however, they had taken time and effort and care. showing this is quite satisfactory to the redhead. ]

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