Post by Rogue on Jan 29, 2007 8:45:31 GMT
Listen, Say whatever you want about me. I don't care. But mention Toni again, and I'm going to rip your puny little arms off, pip squeak."
It’s perfectly normal that her almost-glare is shot, this time, towards Matthew, and she’s perfectly ready to step between them, should something go wrong. She doesn’t like anyone threatening …well, anyone, really, but especially John, it seems. John and Bob. The odd thought that they’re hers -- and not in any twisted perverse way, just….the weird overprotective "mother-hen" thing she's seemingly developed for anyone in her little "family" -- keeps popping in mind more lately, now that he’s back.
Rogue’s expecting the look shot her way, and she’s fully planning on grinning, walking away from him and sitting down to eat the prize she’s snatched away, when he grabs her. There’s a moment of panic – that’s bare skin he’s grabbed. With his own bare skin. She doesn’t quite cringe, close her eyes, and freak out (like she had with Laurie, who hadn’t actually even touched her), but it’s close, for a moment.
Then he’s shifted, and no longer at risk, but she’s still tensed (too many close calls already this morning – seems to be shaping up to be one heck of a day), and debates pulling away – she could, easily, even if he were to try to keep her there – but she doesn’t want to bring the issue of the weird strength into play. It would involve too much explanation that she’s not ready to deal with.
It takes another second to calm down still, for her to ‘relax’, even though she knows it’s safe, he knows what he’s doing, all that. She doesn’t have to worry about killing him – he knows what happens, knows his limits (which should be weirder than it is, but she blames that on his psyke being used to it), and all...
”Is he making you jealous, Roguey?”
Rogue turns her head so she can see him a little better, and raises an eyebrow. “Me? Jealous?” She smirks, and the slight scoffing-laugh that follows is a lot less her than it is him, which she notes immedietly, and then promptly tries to cover with more accent than she normally uses. “Think’n’ a little much've y’self thare, Sugah?”
Turning back so she’s facing ahead, she takes a small bite from the stolen pizza [which is as good as she thought it would be, mmm...], just as a familiar figure starts into the room, a greeting from Laurie barely started before Bob turns and leaves without a word. She freezes, knowing full well exactly what he must think - and why he thinks that.
There's a sharp sting of guilt [not that they were doing anything wrong, but….it wasn’t right, either, given the circumstance], and, with a sighed ”…Shit”, she shifts a little, as if she’s waiting for John to let go of her so she can go after, or do …something? [It’s…probably not the best time to worry about keeping weird powers she shouldn’t have to herself, but…well, that, at least, is somewhat clear in mind, whereas everything else…isn’t.]
She’s not sure if she should go after him or not (not sure what she’d say if she did, for one, or how he'd respond...) – or if she should let John do that, or….what. On the one hand, knowing what’s happening, and letting it continue to happen is hurting Bob, and he’s a friend and doesn’t deserve that – but on the other, she still can’t bring herself to get mad at John for it, either, even though she knows she has the right to be. Instead, she’s just somewhere between things, and she doesn’t want to think about any of it whatsoever long enough to get clear on which side she should be on – doesn’t want to have to choose one in the first place.
It’s perfectly normal that her almost-glare is shot, this time, towards Matthew, and she’s perfectly ready to step between them, should something go wrong. She doesn’t like anyone threatening …well, anyone, really, but especially John, it seems. John and Bob. The odd thought that they’re hers -- and not in any twisted perverse way, just….the weird overprotective "mother-hen" thing she's seemingly developed for anyone in her little "family" -- keeps popping in mind more lately, now that he’s back.
Rogue’s expecting the look shot her way, and she’s fully planning on grinning, walking away from him and sitting down to eat the prize she’s snatched away, when he grabs her. There’s a moment of panic – that’s bare skin he’s grabbed. With his own bare skin. She doesn’t quite cringe, close her eyes, and freak out (like she had with Laurie, who hadn’t actually even touched her), but it’s close, for a moment.
Then he’s shifted, and no longer at risk, but she’s still tensed (too many close calls already this morning – seems to be shaping up to be one heck of a day), and debates pulling away – she could, easily, even if he were to try to keep her there – but she doesn’t want to bring the issue of the weird strength into play. It would involve too much explanation that she’s not ready to deal with.
It takes another second to calm down still, for her to ‘relax’, even though she knows it’s safe, he knows what he’s doing, all that. She doesn’t have to worry about killing him – he knows what happens, knows his limits (which should be weirder than it is, but she blames that on his psyke being used to it), and all...
”Is he making you jealous, Roguey?”
Rogue turns her head so she can see him a little better, and raises an eyebrow. “Me? Jealous?” She smirks, and the slight scoffing-laugh that follows is a lot less her than it is him, which she notes immedietly, and then promptly tries to cover with more accent than she normally uses. “Think’n’ a little much've y’self thare, Sugah?”
Turning back so she’s facing ahead, she takes a small bite from the stolen pizza [which is as good as she thought it would be, mmm...], just as a familiar figure starts into the room, a greeting from Laurie barely started before Bob turns and leaves without a word. She freezes, knowing full well exactly what he must think - and why he thinks that.
There's a sharp sting of guilt [not that they were doing anything wrong, but….it wasn’t right, either, given the circumstance], and, with a sighed ”…Shit”, she shifts a little, as if she’s waiting for John to let go of her so she can go after, or do …something? [It’s…probably not the best time to worry about keeping weird powers she shouldn’t have to herself, but…well, that, at least, is somewhat clear in mind, whereas everything else…isn’t.]
She’s not sure if she should go after him or not (not sure what she’d say if she did, for one, or how he'd respond...) – or if she should let John do that, or….what. On the one hand, knowing what’s happening, and letting it continue to happen is hurting Bob, and he’s a friend and doesn’t deserve that – but on the other, she still can’t bring herself to get mad at John for it, either, even though she knows she has the right to be. Instead, she’s just somewhere between things, and she doesn’t want to think about any of it whatsoever long enough to get clear on which side she should be on – doesn’t want to have to choose one in the first place.
