xmutanthigh | [open log] By the lake

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[open log] By the lake

Characters: Rogue, Logan, Julian, and open to others
Setting: By the lake
Content: Rogue's sitting by the lake because what happened in the Danger Room is still weighing on her mind. Individual threads please.
Status: Incomplete

[Rogue's sitting outside by the lake in one of the more secluded areas. She needs to think and doesn't want every other person stumbling over her. She's still trying to wrap her head around what happened in the Danger Room the day before the attack. Manifesting powers and various small personality traits for a while after she absorbs someone- that she can handle. Randomly manifesting Magneto's powers and temporarily losing control of her own body? Not so much. Try telling that to Logan...

She closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on Bobby's psyche and his powers. She tries to remember how it felt the other day when she lost control but nothing's happening. Maybe the air around her gets a few degrees cooler but that's it. And maybe she's just imagining it and secretly relieved at the lack of results.

It would be hard to tell what she's doing if someone didn't have an idea though. Because to most people, she's just sitting by the lake, oblivious to the rest of the world.]

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[She raises and eyebrow and gives it all of... ten seconds before he breaks.]

[He can so be those things! Look, he'll prove it. He lets out a casual exhale and lays back in the grass, eyes closed and hands behind his head. Then he opens one eye and peeks at her.]

[She's just giving him that same disbelieving look.]

[Hey, she can look. He doesn't mind. He lays his head back, eyes closing and smirk still going strong. And he pinches his shirt to wave it up and down 'cause he's sticky. And clears his throat a little.]

[She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, dropping back so she was propped up on her elbows.]

Okay, point taken, sugah.

[He just peeks over quickly. And then closes his eyes.]

Shh, beautiful. I'm trying to get some peace and quiet.

[In a move surprising to probably no one, she hits him lightly in the arm, rolling her eyes.]

[And that prompts an unsurprising grin. And Julian retaliates by lightly swatting her thigh.]

[She smirks, hand ready to hit him again.]

Seriously, sugah? You know I'll totally win.

[He's sooooo not threatened. He hardly moves.] I'm not above playing dirty, sweetheart. You're ticklish somewhere.

[Smack.] That works both ways, you know.

[He fakes being oh so surprised she smacked him again and sits up a little, reaching over to grab her side to make her flinch. He's wondering if she's serious, so he'll goad her on for sure.]

Oh yeah?

[She narrows her eyes, one arm shifting to guard her stomach.]

Yeah.

Yeah? [He's smirking now, and darting forward suddenly to attack her sides with his fingerssss.]

[She shrieks a bit and doubles up, trying to bat away his hands. Spoiler Alert: It's so not working.]

[Yeah, it's not working at alllll. Julian's on his knees now, leaning over her, finding openings and ways to keep tickling her even through her squirms.]

[The best defense is a good offense... or something like that. So she sees and opening and goes for it. It'll totally be harder for him to get to her if she's tickling him.]

[Julian's pretty sure that's not fair, because he wants to win. He guffaws suddenly, falling a bit to the side and trying to trap her searching hands between his arms and his side, attacking her mercilessly] God, no, you little-

Hey I warned you! [She's not planning on showing any mercy either. Tickling is very serious business and she's getting a few good attacks in of her own.]

[Yeah and it's not fairrrrrr! Because Julian is too ticklish for his own good and might be leaning back as if ready to roll over away from her. But since he's Julian, he rolls forward a little instead, trying to grab her hands to push them back.] No, I warned you.

If this was a real fight-- [The breathy words are coming out between laughs.] I'd totally be kicking your ass right now.

[He's breathless too, struggling with her hands slipping from his grasp. He finally gets a good grip on her wrist, pushing her arm to the ground. He's still trying to restrain the second, and he looks up to her face finally.] This isn't a real fight, sugar. And I think you're about to lose.

Am. Not. [She glares at him just a bit as she keeps trying to free her pinned arm. Look: it's all just not fair, okay? He's got the better position for a fight like this.]

[He's not letting go. :P And then he pulls the other one under his side and pins it there, his free arm propping himself up over her head. He also has the smuggest smirk on his face as he gazes down at her. He's not a bit distracted by the proximity or touching or just her under him at all. Well, a little. He's appreciating.] Ah, there we go.

How many Mississippi's is it until tap out? Three?

[She's not even going to dignify that with an answer. Instead, she just glares up at him.] Jerk.

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