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[un_gloved]

Rogue's room had the air of one that was unlived in. It had been almost half a year since she'd begun sleeping at other people's places. Mostly Spike's, a few times Wolverine's, but almost never in a room alone. She spent time her in her room, and kept things there, but it didn't feel the way it had when it had been constantly a mess and fully hers.

That kind of thing seemed to be going around. At least, her room wasn't the only thing that felt half-alien and unfamiliar.

After more than two hours of not moving, Rogue's eyelids twitched. Her lashes fluttered open and she took in the room with a calm, steady gaze. Not sedated- not any more- although a certain lethargy clung to her initial movements, turning her head and and shifting against the mattress, pushing herself up on her elbows and frowning a little as her head fell forward, heavy.

"Mnh."

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[howmanylives]

"I have. Which means I know you oughta be grateful I'm being reticent right about now, because I've lived a lifetime since I was you," he replied, understanding, not for the first time, why it was that people called him so damn annoying. "Depressing myself is something I'm trying to grow out of."

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"How's that going?" she asked, looking skeptical and still a little narrowly at having the answer withheld.

[howmanylives]

"Great, can't you tell?" he replied, flashing her -- himself -- a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat.