[open log] Procrastination is such a wonderful thing

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

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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[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

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.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[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?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[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.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[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.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

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

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

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.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

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.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[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.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

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.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[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.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[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.]