East Attic: Back from Westchester
Rogue stumbled into her room, weighed down by bags that hadn't seemed so heavy when she left. She dropped them on her bed, and started to unpack. She smiled to herself as she thought about her Thanksgiving, and started humming Christmas tunes. She couldn't wait for the first snowfall.
[[Rogue's adventures at home will be more thouroughly fleshed out once I figure out what they were write them. If anyone wants to both her, feel free.]]
[[Rogue's adventures at home will be more thouroughly fleshed out once I figure out what they were write them. If anyone wants to both her, feel free.]]