[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.]

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[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

I heard you. No harm done. [Laura says this quietly, casting wide, blank eyes towards Rogue, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. Her lips aren't quite in a smile; her expression is not unfriendly, merely cataloguing in a way only Laura can impose without being invasive. She is studying you, Rogue.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[The studying makes Rogue shift her weight, trying not to show her discomfort but probably failing because, well, this is Laura we're talking about. Rogue's just not a fan of this sort of scrutiny. She likes being more of an unknown, a variable if you will.]

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[That's something they have in common. Laura is still, however, merely blinking. She's almost inhumanely still, and she senses Rogue's slight discomfort, pins it as a weakness like Laura would notice a bad leg in a fight: something to target. Despite that instinct to find Rogue's button, Laura does not want to push it. She does not wish to make Rogue uncomfortable, this girl who - who means so much to Bobby. Oddly, Laura does not feel intimidated anymore.

So she nods, just barely, and turns to leave.]