[Charles isn't sure how long it's been sitting outside his door, but there's no question in his mind of who delivered the fluffy pink and purple thing. It seems like a peace offering, and it's hard not to get nostalgic, to remember when things were easier, and to wonder if maybe despite everything she'd said, that maybe Raven didn't completely hate and resent him.
So he brings it in his room and sticks it on the shelf that also houses the mug with Favorite Professor written on it that Jean got him for Christmas, and Tony's spare arc reactor, and God help anyone who tries to tease him for having a plush cartoon cat prominently displayed in his room.
He thinks about contacting her over the network, but isn't really sure what to say, so it's probably - maybe - good fortune that he crosses paths with her on deck a few hours later, and he sort of awkwardly approaches her, hands in his pockets.]
[Spam]
So he brings it in his room and sticks it on the shelf that also houses the mug with Favorite Professor written on it that Jean got him for Christmas, and Tony's spare arc reactor, and God help anyone who tries to tease him for having a plush cartoon cat prominently displayed in his room.
He thinks about contacting her over the network, but isn't really sure what to say, so it's probably - maybe - good fortune that he crosses paths with her on deck a few hours later, and he sort of awkwardly approaches her, hands in his pockets.]
Thank you for the gift.