A little bit later...
In between projects, which she's doing rather well, she thinks, Rogue makes a stop in her room. It is one of those moments, where she knows she meant to come in here for something specific and now that she's here, she can't remember at all was the hell it what she meant to get.
Standing there, she stares at her room blankly for a moment. Her eyes skim over the things here - the map on the wall, her collection of three stuffed animals, the sketchbook she'll eventually give back to Piotr... once she finishes marveling over the fact that those lines manage to make up her on the page.
Turning, she starts to walk toward the bed for a different angle on the room when her boot thunks against a box half shoved under her desk. Frowning, she reaches down to pick it up, as she does so realizing it is her last package from her Momma. No, it doesn't have her name on it or anything like that but Rogue always knows from the little things which packages are from her Momma and she hasn't opened them on principal.
Or something like that.
Settling down on the bed, she starts to open the box. On top are chocolates. Kinder Eggs and other fun things like that. Rogue smiles a little at that, remembering long summer days with Momma and Irene. She's somewhat ashamed at the wetness that starts to form at the corners of her eyes. The next thing she pulls out are pairs of elbow length gloves in different colors - mostly satin. There is a pair that is especially fine which Rogue smiles at knowing she only wants to use them for something special.
Peering into the box, Rogue moves some things aside, resolving to look at what they actually are later. There is a faint sound of annoyance at the condoms. As if, were she having sex, she couldn't get them for herself. Thanks, Momma, for believin' that yah hadn't raised a total idiot.
Getting to the bottom of the box, Rogue blinks for a few moments and frowns. Then she looks at the rest of the things that came in the box. It is like an odd math equation as she slowly puts it all together. It would be comical were someone here to see the awareness that lands on her face before she starts to close the box and slide it beneath her bed.
Standing up, she heads out of her room, closing the door. She needs to go grab another beer.
Standing there, she stares at her room blankly for a moment. Her eyes skim over the things here - the map on the wall, her collection of three stuffed animals, the sketchbook she'll eventually give back to Piotr... once she finishes marveling over the fact that those lines manage to make up her on the page.
Turning, she starts to walk toward the bed for a different angle on the room when her boot thunks against a box half shoved under her desk. Frowning, she reaches down to pick it up, as she does so realizing it is her last package from her Momma. No, it doesn't have her name on it or anything like that but Rogue always knows from the little things which packages are from her Momma and she hasn't opened them on principal.
Or something like that.
Settling down on the bed, she starts to open the box. On top are chocolates. Kinder Eggs and other fun things like that. Rogue smiles a little at that, remembering long summer days with Momma and Irene. She's somewhat ashamed at the wetness that starts to form at the corners of her eyes. The next thing she pulls out are pairs of elbow length gloves in different colors - mostly satin. There is a pair that is especially fine which Rogue smiles at knowing she only wants to use them for something special.
Peering into the box, Rogue moves some things aside, resolving to look at what they actually are later. There is a faint sound of annoyance at the condoms. As if, were she having sex, she couldn't get them for herself. Thanks, Momma, for believin' that yah hadn't raised a total idiot.
Getting to the bottom of the box, Rogue blinks for a few moments and frowns. Then she looks at the rest of the things that came in the box. It is like an odd math equation as she slowly puts it all together. It would be comical were someone here to see the awareness that lands on her face before she starts to close the box and slide it beneath her bed.
Standing up, she heads out of her room, closing the door. She needs to go grab another beer.