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Rogue was in an awkward position. Nevermind the fact that she'd told the Manchester cop she was a terrorist and had told Brodie Bruce that she had considered, even hypothetically, the idea of sleeping with him. Nevermind that it was May, which meant it would be the 25th of May, which meant... Nevermind. All of that aside, Rogue was in an awkward position. She was in a downward facing dog moving into a forearm stand, and there was always that moment where gravity was fighting your flow that pissed her off. She breathed, and kicked one leg up after the other until all of her weight was only on her forearms, and held it, and breathed, and then let one leg bend so her toes were almost in her field of vision.
She was going to find her gall dang center if it killed her. Of course, it wasn't easy to do on sand, and it was generally considered better for your chi to do this kind of thing as the sun was coming up, but hell with it, she'd slept it.
"Ooh," she huffed, as her balance wobbled. She grit her teeth together and carefully let the other leg bend so both sets of toes were in her vision. She couldn't feel her chakra worth a damn, but she could feel a rising level of frustration at the world.
She was going to find her gall dang center if it killed her. Of course, it wasn't easy to do on sand, and it was generally considered better for your chi to do this kind of thing as the sun was coming up, but hell with it, she'd slept it.
"Ooh," she huffed, as her balance wobbled. She grit her teeth together and carefully let the other leg bend so both sets of toes were in her vision. She couldn't feel her chakra worth a damn, but she could feel a rising level of frustration at the world.