[open log] Cooooold

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Characters: Rogue, PEOPLES
Setting: Outside the mansion
Content: ...stuff?
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN OMG OPEN

[Rogue's decided that she really doesn't like treadmills and is therefore somewhat bundled up so she can take a run outside the lake instead. Logan's been pushing her in training and she's really not fond of feeling like she's going to keel over after every training session. Her solution to this is to work out more and that involves running. In the cold. She's starting to second guess this solution thing.]

Comments

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Like all olive branches and gestures of kindness, John sneers a bit in response, looking at Rogue with hard eyes and a shut down expression. It's easy enough to twist his lips into something resembling a smirk. Because like hell is he going to honestly answer that question. Ever.]

I'm touched. Didn't know you cared.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs, too irritated by the cold to really give a damn that John's being his usual bitchy self.] I'm sure I don't but I'll make a mental note not to ask next time.

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that, a low chuckle, turning away from her for a moment. It's not so much that what she says is funny; she's just funny.

John licks his lips, extinguishing the flames in his hand only to pull his light from his pocket and play with the warmed metal.]

That time of the month already?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Insert eye rolling here.] I could ask you the same thing. [Okay so yeah, maybe she's getting a little bit snippy now. She really doesn't know why she bothers sometimes at all.]

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Could you, really? [Hey, John likes grumpy people. They are easier to annoy the shit out of, and everyone knows how much John likes that. He opens his Zippo and snaps it shut.] Because there's a dick in my pants, princess.