Drabbles of the Musical Sort Three

Ultraball- "Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder"

"_{Okay, Tiras, you can do this, after all, you're still a girl those younger mutants looked up to, right? Just gotta be cool~}" Tiras mumbled to herself as she walked the familiar steps to the X-Mansion. It had been a long while since she was last here- being an adult member of the X-Men meant for a lot of traveling- but it still made her feel small amongst it all.

There on her right was the door to the big living room, open for all to enter during this 'Early X-Reunion'. She peeked around the corner and-

"_{Oh no. He's hot.}" Tiras ducked her head out and quickly slid down to the floor.  All of her exes seemed to just end up getting more attractive after they leave, and a certain Sam Gunthrie was no exception.

"Oh! Tiras! Long time no see!" A familiar pair of white ears were pricked up in her direction, though the face was speckled with more black than usual.

"Winston not so loud!!! Ssshhhh!!"  Tiras quickly signed with her hands, it being the quickest form of communication for her.

".... Something bothering you?" Winston's ears layed down, his psychologist senses tingling.

"No, it's just that Sam grew up to be a total hunk." Tiras signed back with a roll of her eyes. "Why is it your exes from high school get more attractive after you've parted ways?"

"I wouldn't know about my exes, since I don't date," Winston replied with a smile. "But I remember you and him where quite the sweethearts ten years back. You left on good terms, though, I thought?"

"Well, yeah, but he's probably been snatched up again, knowing my luck," Tiras frowned.

"Why don't you ask him?" Winston asked, nodding to the side. Tiras looked up, and Sam was leaning against the doorframe with that same little smile he had in high school.

"... How long has he been standing there?" Tiras quickly signed to Winston, who slowly let a ratty smile creep up his thin lips.

"Tiras says that you've really grown into quite the looker," Winston remarked to Sam, to which Tiras shot him an embarrassed glare in response.

"Winston don't you dare do it," Tiras signed.

"She's wondering if you're seeing anyone right now," Winston continued.

"I swear I will hurt you faster than you can heal yourself." She signed, the blood rushing to her face. Sam was watching her with an amused look.

"Aaand, she says that if you're available, she knows this great mutant-friendly place to go out and dine at." Winston finished, his tail curling with mischievous glee.

"You are a dead mouse." Tiras quipped, and her face would be red if her skin wasn't quite so slate-grey.

"Well," Sam replied after a moment to think. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you again, Tiras. And I'll let you know, you became quite a knockout yourself."

"Asdfghjkl;." Tiras signed, her hands accurately vocalizing the blank her mind was drawing.

"Great! She says we have a date for next Saturday at two. I'll leave you two to discuss the nitty-gritty details," Winston smiled, walking past them to talk with some other people.