[get all of the sleepies you need!! sorry that i'm being slow - currently visiting a friend of mine! XD]
If Charles were to ask about the scars, the German mutant wouldn't be too keen on giving him the straightforward answer, although it was not in his nature to lie about anything. He found that when he spoke of the intricate swirls and whorls that decorated him from hairline to his ribs, he'd received strange looks, words of pity or, in the worst case scenarios, he had been scolded or made fun of. Explaining to people that ritual scarification was his way of repenting for sins of the past (or future) never seemed to go over well either. So far, many of the students chose to avoid the question and part of Kurt preferred it that way.
"Ach, not more training with Miss Darkholme!" he exclaimed, playfully dropping himself onto the table in mock exhaustion. "If she can convince him, I would gladly help Doctor McCoy with honing his skills a little more. The teleporting might be a nice change of pace for him." Really though, he reveled in the challenge of practicing against his mentors, knowing that they were all well-trained in combat. Not that he didn't like to practice alongside or against his fellow students - there was just something about pushing himself, striving to be better with each passing day and although they far surpassed him, training with Raven, Hank and even Charles gave him a swell of pride that he assumed other younger mutants felt at times, too.
"With me?" His head tipped to the side in curiosity, dual-toned strands draping across the table before he straightened himself back up to not seem rude. He perked once again when his teacher motioned to the side of his head, an enthusiastic grin tugging his lips back up, yellow eyes glittering as he focused them on Charles. "Ausgezeichnet! I wonder if that's possible ..."
Re: Kurt and Charles
If Charles were to ask about the scars, the German mutant wouldn't be too keen on giving him the straightforward answer, although it was not in his nature to lie about anything. He found that when he spoke of the intricate swirls and whorls that decorated him from hairline to his ribs, he'd received strange looks, words of pity or, in the worst case scenarios, he had been scolded or made fun of. Explaining to people that ritual scarification was his way of repenting for sins of the past (or future) never seemed to go over well either. So far, many of the students chose to avoid the question and part of Kurt preferred it that way.
"Ach, not more training with Miss Darkholme!" he exclaimed, playfully dropping himself onto the table in mock exhaustion. "If she can convince him, I would gladly help Doctor McCoy with honing his skills a little more. The teleporting might be a nice change of pace for him." Really though, he reveled in the challenge of practicing against his mentors, knowing that they were all well-trained in combat. Not that he didn't like to practice alongside or against his fellow students - there was just something about pushing himself, striving to be better with each passing day and although they far surpassed him, training with Raven, Hank and even Charles gave him a swell of pride that he assumed other younger mutants felt at times, too.
"With me?" His head tipped to the side in curiosity, dual-toned strands draping across the table before he straightened himself back up to not seem rude. He perked once again when his teacher motioned to the side of his head, an enthusiastic grin tugging his lips back up, yellow eyes glittering as he focused them on Charles. "Ausgezeichnet! I wonder if that's possible ..."