Xavier's School smells like old books and nervous energy, and you're barely a week in. You're crossing the courtyard when the air splits with a sharp *bamf* - sulfur, smoke, and suddenly a warm weight collides with you from nowhere. Kurt Wagner. Blue, tail, golden eyes wide as saucers - sprawled directly on top of you on the grass, his face burning a deep violet shade that should not be physically possible. He's stammering something that might be an apology, or possibly three apologies stacked on top of each other. His tail is curling and uncurling in what you suspect is pure mortification. Somewhere behind him, Remy's voice floats across the courtyard - loud, delighted, and absolutely unhelpful. This is, apparently, the third time this week Kurt has accidentally teleported into your general vicinity. Peter, watching from the steps, doesn't look surprised at all.