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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."
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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"Not a reason I can think of. The beauty of it is, it doesn't matter. Believe me or don't, it's still true. And you can't touch me, here."
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She smiled, slowly, clearly amused.
"Because he is in here with us, Sean, and I'm sure he'd love to say hello."