xp_logs | Kurt and Monet, Friday Afternoon.

Kurt and Monet catch up. Backdated to Friday afternoon because I flaked and forgot about it.

"Hey..." Monet shifted her towel and togs to her other hand and waved to Kurt. She'd forgotten that the kidlets had this whole 'school' thing with regular hours going on and that the area around the gym was usually chaotic after Kurt's classes. And this was clearly after, since it was going on four. "How's the hand going?"

"Healing well, thank you", he said with a smile, lifting the now un-splinted hand in a half-wave, half-demonstration. "How are you?"

"Not bad, really." Monet paused. "Actually, I'm utterly fantastic but that sounds like boasting. Just a bit. I'm glad you've got the splint off, though. That thing can't have been fun to accessorise with."

"Not to mention work with", he agreed, diplomatically not saying anything about his tendency or lack of it to bother with accessorising. "I am still not supposed to be over-strenuous with it,
but at least I can get back to practice now."

"So what are you allowed to do, if you can't be over strenuous? Is just things like, I dunno, "don't slam it in the car door and don't hit Cain or," she waved her hands, towel flapping, "whatever else it would be? I don't actually know. I haven't done a bone."

"Well, those would be included, yes", he said, amused, "but I think also limiting how much I use it in my gymnastic work." Which, of course, just meant he used his other hand more. Challenges were good.

"Oh, of course. Hitting Cain is probably not a good idea unless you're Special. Like me." Monet nodded firmly. "So, was it your dominant hand or what?" She was actually genuinely, morbidly curious about The Saga of Kurt's Hand.

"For many things, I can work with either equally well", he told her easily. "But for writing and so on... no, it is not. Luckily."

"Oh, good. How've you been, though, aside from turning your hand into cornflakes? I mean, you look a little different. Less scarinated and things."

"Much less", Kurt agreed. "That was an unexpected benefit of events several months ago. Mutant healing can be unpredictable, it seems."

"It suits you, though. You look, I dunno, less like some mad doctor was playing with you." Monet paused. "That was one of those things I'm not supposed to say when I'm being tactful, wasn't it?"

Kurt laughed, a lot more relaxed about the whole issue than he might once have been. "Perhaps. But one of the lesser ones, I think - no offence taken."

"Oh, good. Thanks." She smiled at him.

"So, on other matters... how are you settling back in?" he asked with a smile in return.

"You mean, aside from the part where I had one of my feet stuck inside a dinosaur the other day? Because the worst part about that was the warm goopiness and that's more than you ever needed to know," Monet shook her head, "I'm good. I'd say it's like I never left but Angel, some of the new kids look scarily young. Or scarily old - I seen Angelo a couple of times, and Terry. All them. Amanda. They're old all of a sudden."

His smile turned a little rueful - or maybe wistful was a better word - at that, and he nodded. "Terry is married now. And they are all growing up, or have already. It must be more jarring for you, since you did not see the years in between."

Monet shook her head. "Yeah. It's weird, eh? I feel like I'm going to turn around and there'll be little screaming snowballs all over the place. Or something."

That image got a slightly startled laugh. "Well, let us hope not quite yet. But one day, perhaps there will be."

"I hope not! Knowing us, the kid would have a nervous breakdown before it was two and be running an international arms ring by the time it was ten. Or just be really emo all the time."

"I am not so sure", he answered, amused. "Rachel seems to be managing well enough. Have you met Rachel?"

"No, but I've heard stories about her. She can bloody fly. That's not a good example. That's like saying Marius is bloody normal. And I've known him for a few weeks now - he's so far away from normal that he
can't even see it anymore." Monet shifted her gear and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I don't think anyone connected to this place is every going to have a normal kid. Ever."

"Well, you may have a point there", Kurt conceded. "Though so far, Rachel is the only example we have. Also it depends on your definition of normal."

"Yeah. There is that. Normal's kind of tricky these days, what with everything that goes on round here." Monet shifted her togs and towel again, passing the bundle from her left to her right hand. "I should
get going, eh? I was planning on a swim."

"Of course." He smiled again. "You would not want to miss the sun. Enjoy the water."

"I will. I'll see you some point soon, yeah?"