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[open log] Procrastination is such a wonderful thing

Characters: Rogue, YOU!
Setting: How about... the kitchen!
Content: Stuffs in which you should partake
Status: Open Sesame!
Notes: Bria's making an open log cuz she's bored. Clearly she must be either drinking or avoiding writing papers. Who knows? It might be both.

[Rogue's sitting in the kitchen with a steaming hot mug of tea and some random book that has absolutely nothing to do with class or her exams. Shhh, she's procrastinating! Don't tell anyone! But, y'know, feel free to bother her.]

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[He raises a brow at her distracted, delayed response, and then mercifully moves away to stride toward the fridge. He opens it, digging inside for sandwich ingredients.]

You're in luck, sweetheart. I make a pretty mean sandwich.

That's a pretty impressive culinary ability, sugah.

[It's easier to be all light-hearted and teasing when he's across the kitchen. It's much less distracting except-- oh no wait. She's just going to enjoy the view for a moment while he's rooting around in the fridge.]

[Julian doesn't mind. Or rather, he wouldn't mind if he noticed. He pulls back with his arm full of supplies, and a couple of things floating telekinetically too. He closes the fridge, and then holds his hand out expectantly to the silverware drawer, which opens, and knives and spoons fly into his hand. Then two plates do from the cabinet too, and he tucks them under his free arm. This is all done casually, but he's smiling as he turns towards her, because he finds himself pretty darn impressive.

He walks back to the counter to put the things down.]

I'd say it's quite a few steps higher than making a bowl of cereal.

[She shakes her head and laughs a little because her boyfriend is a complete and utter show off. Although she does, for some strange reason, find it kind of endearing.]

Maybe one or two but I don't think it's that much higher.

[His boyish smile brightens just a little at her laugh, and he looks down at the mess of stuff on the counter in front of him. It's okay if she blushes, of course, but it's not okay if she sees him blushing a little bit. He'd deny it to his grave anyhow. He's just so fucking pleased with her reaction to him, for whatever reason.]

I can barbecue too, you know. [He starts in on opening the bread and such, looking at her sidelong.]

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Okay, that one's definitely more than a few steps up from cereal.

[She finishes off her tea, setting down the empty mug with a grin. Barbecuing is like the guy version of baking: guys are expected to know how to do it but it's always such much nicer to find out that a guy's actually pretty good at it. She's okay with contenting herself with watching him make the sandwiches for now though.]

[He grins back at her, holding her gaze for a moment. Then he looks back to his task; he takes four bread slices out and goes through the motions. He sucks in a breath, as if he's about to say something, but pauses momentarily before going on. He doesn't know why he's telling her this, but he wants to. Maybe because they've talked. Maybe because she's seen him at his worst, and she didn't turn away.]

Before my parents made it big we lived in this, uh, this little place in Los Angeles. We were never poor, you know? But it was still a big deal when my dad got a barbecue for the backyard. [He's smiling a little, telling her this. It actually... doesn't hurt. It's a good memory. He shrugs a little.] James couldn't care less; he was always off reading encyclopedias or some shit. But my dad let me flip burgers.

[Rogue's not sure if she's ever really heard him talk about stuff like this before, excluding the other night of course. She likes it. Likes that he's comfortable enough to just bring up something like this in casual conversation, especially when it means mentioning his brother in passing.]

So you've had plenty of practice by now then, huh?

[He points a mustard-covered knife at her.] Plenty. [After a pointed, playful look, he goes back to sandwich-making. She's right, of course; he doesn't talk like this with anyone. At least he hasn't for a long time, not since his brother died. But he likes it, too. He feels almost happy. Comfortable. And maybe he's still definitely showing off, too.] Steak, chicken, whatever crazy Cajun stuff you ate in Mississippi. I can make it. [He gives her another look, quite identical to his first.] Barbecue's not just hamburgers and hot dogs, you know.

Hey, Cajun stuff ain't crazy. It's pretty damn good. [She's got to defend her fellow Southerners. It's just good etiquette. And the food is good. The pointed look makes her laugh though.] Are you trying to educate me in the ways of barbecue now, sugah?

[That laugh again. It makes him look down again, his somewhat bashful, wide smile half-hidden. He's pretty sure he's not blushing, but just to be safe. There's laughter in his voice when he speaks, because she's right. He was. Because he's a show-off and was maybe trying to impress her a little.] Look, sweetheart, I'm just saying. People think they know.

Uh-huh. [She's still laughing juuuust a little bit. There's an attempt to keep a straight face as she starts to tease him a bit but it really just fails miserably.] Forget this whole X-men thing. I think you should just go out there and make sure everyone knows more about all this than they did before.

[Well now he's sure there's probably a faint blush on his cheeks as he peeks over at her, barely containing his own laughter.] You know, maybe I will. [He puffs his chest out a little, because he's a proud sort of guy, and turns his attention back to the assorted lunch meats.] I'll be a chef. On that gay little Food Network or some shit. Chicks dig that, right?

[She's still giggling as she slips off her stool, taking a few steps around the island til she can wrap her arms around his waist and rise up on her toes a bit to drop a kiss to his shoulder.] Stick with the X-men gig, sugah. Leather looks better than a poofy white hat.

[He turns his head a little to look down at her over his shoulder, one of his eyebrows shooting up, his expression one of casual interest.] I would never put that thing on my head.

Good. [She smirks a little as she lets go, moving towards the cupboard with cups and glasses.] Want anything to drink?

A beer. Please. [See, he added the "please." Because he's learned she's a Southern girl who gets off on good manners. He's just finishing up the sandwiches, taking a knife to cut them in halves. He slides her plate over to her place setting and starts tying the bread up and closing containers.]

[Her smile at the "please" is hidden as she turns away to grab their drinks, snagging a bottle opener to pop the top off his beer before setting it beside his plate and setting her own water down as well. She glances over to see if she can help him put anything away but he's already all but finished so she just sits down again, smiling as she takes a drink of water.]

Thank you, sweetheart. [He says this in a low voice, with a knowing smile, and kisses the side of her temple. He sits, leans back and takes a drink of his beer, using his powers to put all the supplies and food away in their rightful places. He'll never get tired of that.]

[She smiles and shakes her head just a little bit because she probably always will when he shows off like that. And then munching on her sandwich seems like a good idea because apparently she was hungrier than she'd thought.] You make a pretty good sandwich, sugah.

I make an awesome sandwich, sugar. [He corrects her playfully with a charming grin, because his sandwiches are awesome, and that's why Ali always wants him to make her one. He spins in his seat, sets his beer down, and takes his own bite. Sorry, Rogue, he also speaks through the gob of food in his mouth. But he's not facing her while he's doing it, and the bite is on the side of his mouth he's not talking through. That counts for something?] You're a lucky girl.

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[It's okay, she can deal with it. She rolls her eyes and gives him this mock serious look.] You're right. An awesome sandwich maker is exactly what I was looking for in a boyfriend. It's a miracle I found one.

[After swallowing his gigantic bite, he looks over at her with a wide grin that usually drop panties. And of course, he lifts his eyebrows suggestively at her.] I'm a hot commodity, beautiful. And I'm all yours. [Because he's Julian Keller, he's only half-kidding here.]

[She takes a drink of water before turning to give him a somewhat suggestive smirk to counter that eyebrow raise of his.] Good because I'm not real fond of sharing. [It's possible that she's been around him too much and he's starting to rub off on her.]

[He hisses a breath in through his teeth, taking a drink, too.] Oh. Well. I guess I have girls to call, hearts to break. [He leans down to take another bite of his sandwich.]

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