A Date to See Within

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro loosened his hold, allowing her greater mobility. He wished Magneto to never step foot into the mansion again.:: "I also."

[Typhoid]

"Wanda could bring Kurt," Ty suggested, knowing it was unlikely the teleporter would come to a human restaurant, but wanting to include them both.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro was not opposed to extending an invitation to Kurt and Wanda. However, Kurt was shy and in conversation had expressed discomfort with humans, and how they perceived him.:: "We could ask, but they might not accept."

[Typhoid]

"There are more places to go where mutants are accepted then just the Hellfire," Ty replied, musing. "The area around where I got my last tattoo is mutant-friendly."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Kurt is shy, reclusive," ::Pietro countered. He knew of many mutant-friendly areas in Manhattan and in the areas surrounding it. Convincing Kurt was another matter entirely.::

[Typhoid]

"It is up to him, but I'd hope he'd come, if we make plans at all," she said, conceding the point. Ty had lived around mutants for almost her entire life, and for the last few years before she'd come to the Mansion, she'd lived around people who made their home underground because of the ridicule their physical mutations would draw from "normal" people. A person was just a person, so far as she was concerned. It blinded her to the way some people thought.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly. He enjoyed Kurt's company; he found him a genuinely good man and a nice match for Wanda. However, as frustrating as it could be being mistaken for Magneto, it was worse to be thought a demon, as Kurt had been called. With his gentle spirit, Pietro could see easily why he did not go out often.::

[Typhoid]

The air had turned colder the later it got, and Ty blinked as a sudden snowflake landed on her cheek, then another. She looked up- it was only light flurries, but the air held the promise of a heavier snow. She smiled at that and shook her hair out, letting the snowflakes fall in it.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro prepared to remove his overcoat so he could wrap it around her shoulders at the sudden change in temperature.:: "Should we go inside?"

[Typhoid]

"Not if you don't want to," she replied, putting a hand to his to keep him from removing his coat. She was warm, and didn't want him to be cold, either. "I don't mind standing in the snow for awhile."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro paused in his movement, no longer attempting to remove his jacket, but also not withdrawing his hand from the seam.:: "Would you prefer to stay in snow, or go inside?"

[Typhoid]

She chuckled wryly; he never would make a choice for her. "Uh uh. You decide this time," she replied, her eyes crinkling in a smile as she shook her head in mock defiance. If she truly didn't mind, she truly didn't mind. She'd speak up if that changed.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Rossignol was not Wanda, and Pietro was always acutely aware of this, which was why he did not make decisions for her so readily. She had given him permission; more than that, had asked him to make the decision for her, and he would.:: "Another few minutes, and then we go inside."

[Typhoid]

Ty nodded, going on her tiptoes so that her hand could cup the back of his neck, fingers stroking the skin. "That is fine with me."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro turned his head to the side, while moving his neck downward. It was a somewhat straining position, but it gave her better access to touch whatever skin she wished.::