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Katya is in the laboratory she's claimed as her own. Utopia has a lot of laboratories; this means that anyone who wants to stake a claim can do it with a little determination.

Granted, Kate's willingness to throw wrenches at people who disturb her doesn't hurt. Likewise the gleam in her eye when she reminds people of just how many months she's been without caffeine.

Piotr's not sure what she's doing in there so often, but he figures he'll find out eventually. He's not bothered. He's seen it a couple of times, anyway, but he's not the mechanical genius; what he sees is a lot of complex bits of machinery in no working order, and his girlfriend scowling at them and muttering under her breath. It's probably not all that different from what she sees when he's figuring out a new painting, to be honest.

But she's been down there for several hours today, and he's not totally sure she emerged for any kind of lunch. Which is why he's making his way there now. (With a sandwich.)

Date: 2011-01-13 04:13 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Little bit shifty.  Little bit confused.)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
There is cursing.

In many languages.

It gets louder as he approaches.

This may warrant approaching with caution.

Date: 2011-01-13 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
The curse happens to be in Russian, enabling him to understand exactly where he and his left testicle can choose to go unless they bring help or a boyfriend.

Cursing is so much more fun when you have more options!

Date: 2011-01-13 04:40 am (UTC)
prydeful: (comforting man)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Yes," she responds after a moment in the same language, "if you can get me off my back. I'm stuck. And if you laugh, I'll rip your larynx out."

Date: 2011-01-13 04:54 am (UTC)
prydeful: (he cups her cheek)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
He is a good boyfriend-lover-person. He wins an award.

She groans when he has her up and then looks slightly bemused when he keeps her on his hip; she also doesn't protest.

You date a guy twice your size, you get used to this.

"Hey, handsome. I've got a surprise for you."

Last time she said that--well, first time she said that--he ended up walking through the air and falling to the floor in the attic.

Caution may be wise. Again.

Date: 2011-01-13 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"So. We are in--well, okay, not California, thank you, Scott, but. The point being, we are not in New York. And what is in New York?"

Date: 2011-01-13 05:36 am (UTC)
prydeful: (*facepalm*)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She sighs and raises her eyes to the ceiling. "I'm in love with a Luddite. What is in New York is the door to the bar. And I'd kinda like to let some of our friends know that in about two months little girl Rasputina is showing up. Ta-da. We have our very own portal to Milliways, 2.0. And this time I did it on purpose. Kiss me, it was much harder than doing it by accident, so I deserve a reward."
Edited Date: 2011-01-16 07:47 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-01-29 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"You're just realizing this now?" she grins, and is content to kiss him again.

"It's just about done. In fact, I was thinking you and I need a date. Do you know how many dates we've actually gone on? Let me give you a clue: you can count them using just the fingers on your hands. And yet, I am pregnant with your child and in a committed relationship with you. So I think we need a date."

Kate considers.

"Also, to finish with the baby-name-picking thing."

Date: 2011-01-29 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"No. No killer robots! No aliens! No explosions!"

There's a pause.

"...Why was I thinking the Bar was a good place to go for it, again?"

Date: 2011-01-29 04:01 am (UTC)
prydeful: (kiss to the cheek)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She sighs.

"I wish that weren't true. I really do."

After a moment, Kate smiles a little anyway and pulls Piotr down for a brief, soft kiss.

"She's going to be here soon, y'know."

There's really only one she for them, at the moment.

Date: 2011-01-29 04:10 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"And then I can move like normal again," she says contentedly, "...and will be doing so during the middle of the night. Many times. Which will be broken up by my kicking you out of bed to do the same.






"Did I mention the terror bit still hasn't gone away?"

Date: 2011-01-29 04:30 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She shakes her head a little, but it's with a smile, and mostly because she knows he's incredibly biased.

"Maybe, Petey Pureheart, but you--you're going to be the best daddy this little girl could hope for," she says firmly, as Kate places his hand on her stomach.

And, since they're avoided talking about it too much, both things, "And we'll keep her safe--and when I phase and come back, we'll go on a vacation. An actual family vacation type deal," she concludes, nuzzling his neck after a moment. "I have some ideas on the subject."

Date: 2011-01-29 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She just strokes his cheek for a moment before saying, lightly, as she shifts away from him and goes to take a bite of the sandwich he brought her.

"Call me cliche, but I've enough love for Japan that I'd like to see the cherry blossom festival when it comes. Besides, weddings during the festival bring good luck."

Kate makes a face.

"Did you put mayo on this?"

Date: 2011-02-03 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Sorry," she says mournfully around the mouthful, and then gives up and reaches for the napkin.

She can't bring herself to swallow it.

"--Okay, your daughter needs to settle on what she likes and not interfere with what I like," she says plaintitively, and sulks slightly, glaring at the sandwich as if it might be a secret Skrull.

Date: 2011-02-03 04:34 am (UTC)
prydeful: (No phasing AND no caffeine?!)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"God, why do we not play poker? I could so wipe you out," she says sadly.

And then grins.

"If you want. I mean, it's not like I'm going stir-crazy stuck here."

It had been suggested to her that another pregnant mutant might not be the best thing to be seen.

She hasn't been off Utopia since setting foot on Utopia, and she's ready to lose her mind. Maybe. A little.
Edited Date: 2011-02-03 04:45 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-02-03 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"You are cruel to me, Piotr Nikolaievitch," she says in Russian, unable to get rid of her grin.

"Da? Would you carry me across the threshold, then, oh love of my life?"

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Date: 2011-06-04 04:48 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
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