“I need to choose a pet name for you. Any ideas?” You ask, spread out over the couch in the main room of the Institute. Another field trip had come, leaving the school bare of anyone other than the occasional staff member. For the most part, you and Kurt had the house to yourselves.
“The name ’Kurt’ serves its purpose.” He shrugs, perched on the arm of the couch, genuinely watching the nature documentary you’d put on for simple background noise. “Logan, he calls me ‘elf’, if that helps you any.”
“Not endearing enough.” You stare at the ceiling, pursing your lips. “’Honey’?”
“Yes, dear?” He responds, a boyish grin on his face. He nods in your direction, amusement sparking in his eyes. “Go on, there must be more.”
“Sweetheart?” You put out, tilting your chin downwards to watch his reaction.
His eyebrows furrow, then raise. “You mean, like the candy? I’ll pass.” The grin returns again. “You seem inclined towards food. Is it because you want to-”
“’Fuzzy’?” You cut him off intentionally, shaking your head at him.
“Meine liebe, perhaps you should just call me by my name- don’t hurt yourself.”
“I need to choose a pet name for you. Any ideas?” Nightcrawler please
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