ATTN:Mystique

[nightcrawlerk]

Kurt was sitting with a pen and a pad of paper on top of a building in the city. Looking around he was trying to get ideas and thoughts into his head about the wedding. He had only a few things listed on the paper right now and his brain wasn't liking him at the moment. He hung his head and closed his eyes and as he did, he could have sworn someone

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[mutatious_blue]

Mystique strolled out of the shadows with a grin on her face, her spines fluttering slightly. "So my little Kurt is getting married? I can't believe it," she said, almost mockingly. "So who is the lucky girl who's going to be my daughter in law?"

[nightcrawlerk]

Kurt looked up in utter shock at her was standing over him. Standing up he looked into the eyes of his mother.

"I am not little. Vhat do you vant?" Kurt gave her the cold shoulder. She abandoned him, why would she give a damn about him now.

[mutatious_blue]

Mystique put on her son's voice. "I am not little." She smirked and returned to her own voice. "You are very little, Kurt. And to answer the question, I came to see my son get married. I had a stroke of motherly love and heard about this. Now you get to answer my question, who is it?"

[nightcrawlerk]

"I don't haff to answer anyzing you ask me. You are not my mozzer so don't pretend zat you are." Kurt said with angry eyes at his mothers mock voice and he started to walk away from her.