Rogue had been sitting in the kitchen, listening to the familiar strains of discord, before she'd gone downstairs to change over her laundry, slip into a pair of jeans and a halter top, and then head for the rec room to wait for the rest to dry.
She stopped in the doorway and watched Brodie peruse for a moment before she started, barefoot and leisurely, across the floor.
"Morning." Brodie replied. He knew it was Rogue behind him, but didn't turn yet, instead looking past the children's books that were pretty much the entire selection.
"Do you know it's been over a fucking year, and I still haven't figured this shit out?"
"I would never have imagined," she drawled, just to prove she could, and then took up a perch on the arm of the sofa nearest Brodie, resting her elbows on her knees.
"How old were you when you stopped wettin' the bed?" she asked casually.
"Nine." Brodie immediately replied, then stopped, focus no longer on the bookshelf and it's contents, but on trying to figure out why the fuck she'd asked him that question.
"NO. Action figures are a different story though." He responded. HOLY SHIT, what the fuck was going on here? That was the kind of shit that he didn't tell people.
Unless...
Jesus fucking Christ, this had BETTER NOT be one of those days that the island decided to fuck with people.
"NO." He said again, somehow even more annoyed than he'd been a second ago. This wasn't fun, funny or even REMOTELY FUCKING AMUSING. It was like being pantsed in the cafeteria in high school or some shit.
Not that it had ever happened to Brodie personally, but he'd been eyewitness to more than a few of said incidents.
"FUCK THIS." He decided, and started to head for the door.
"Brodie," she purred, leaning across his waist in utter comfort and clearly no rush at all, "have you ever had even the teensiet li'l sexual fantasy about any of the boys in the Marvel galaxy?"
He IMMEDIATELY put both hands over his mouth and answered her, though it probably sounded more like "Mmmf mrff merfmm frrr mffff." to her than anything else.
This HAD to be for the wheelchair question he'd asked her back when it was HER who couldn't lie. What the fuck was the crime in being NATURALLY CURIOUS?!
"The Flash; but it was just the one time. I didn't even jerk off to it that much--GODDAMN IT!" Brodie winced and tried his best to free his arms. "Let me go!"
Turn about was fair play. That was for the wheelchair, and this was for the other. She let go of his arms, planting her hands on either side of his ribcage, and leaned over him.
"That was pretty much a weekly thing. I had this poster right by my bed, so it was pretty hard NOT to. HEY. This is NOT FUCKING FUNNY." He pushed at her arms, pinning him down, trying to get free.
He was debating whether or not decking Rogue was a good idea right now.
She stopped in the doorway and watched Brodie peruse for a moment before she started, barefoot and leisurely, across the floor.
"Mornin'," she offered. No questions.
Not yet.
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"Do you know it's been over a fucking year, and I still haven't figured this shit out?"
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"How old were you when you stopped wettin' the bed?" she asked casually.
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And WHY THE HELL HE'D ANSWERED IT.
He turned to face her.
"What the fuck kind of question is that?"
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"Oh, just an innocent li'l question," she said. "Inquirin' minds, all that. Y'ever cried over a toy?"
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Unless...
Jesus fucking Christ, this had BETTER NOT be one of those days that the island decided to fuck with people.
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"Are we havin' fun, yet?"
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Not that it had ever happened to Brodie personally, but he'd been eyewitness to more than a few of said incidents.
"FUCK THIS." He decided, and started to head for the door.
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"What's the rush?" she asked, sauntering around it to sit on the sofa's edge.
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"HEY." He yelled. "I'm trying to haul ass out of here before you ask me something that I REALLY don't wanna answer, that's the GODDAMN RUSH."
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That was for the wheelchair.
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This HAD to be for the wheelchair question he'd asked her back when it was HER who couldn't lie. What the fuck was the crime in being NATURALLY CURIOUS?!
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"Ah'm sorry, what did you just say?"
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"The Flash; but it was just the one time. I didn't even jerk off to it that much--GODDAMN IT!" Brodie winced and tried his best to free his arms. "Let me go!"
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"'n what about me, sugar?"
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He was debating whether or not decking Rogue was a good idea right now.
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