Rogue was definitely feeling distressed. Did everyone have to come in and check on her?
"That's it." Logan stomped across the room, brushed Piotr aside into Remy, and opened the door. "No one else in or out." He released his claws.
Remy's red eyes widened in surprise.
Logan slammed the door shut.
Piotr turned back to Kurt and Kitty with a longsuffering sigh and reverted to normal human flesh. Rogue could see him thinking and then deciding that she wasn't up to dealing with the pair, leaving the job to him, of course.
"Katya," he began.
Kitty let loose an indignant stream. "Of course, I'm not distressing her, Piotr. She's my friend! I'm here to offer moral support."
Or moral temptation. Rogue rolled her eyes. At the moment, she would just love to seriously clue Kitty in with a two by four.
"Of course, you're distressing her," Kurt interjected. "You're the reason she's in here!"
"Please!" Hank held up a furry blue hand. "I require peace for this exam. If you will all behave, I will not remove you from the premises."
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Remy immediately pondered what ways he could misbehave, but then thought better of it. He didn't really feel like being impaled on those claws of Logan's. Deciding that tangling with a Russian sculpture probably wasn't the best idea, he removed himself to the only chair in the area that didn't look like an implement of torture and dropped bonelessly into it. He stayed still, slouched, waiting for memory of his presence to vanish.
A Thief secret that had always served him well was that silence and stillness made you furniture. Unless someone else wanted the chair. And if that someone else happened to be as big a business partner of his Pere's as Freddie Dukes was, you moved. Unless you wanted to permanently become furniture.
He watched with interest as Kitty or Katya or whatever her obliviousness was named went at it with Mr. Tail, then paused to bite down on her lower lip any time Tin Man turned disapproving.
"Piotr! I'm not bothering her, I swear," she insisted again, a little shine in her eyes.
Piotr hesitated.
Remy wanted to roll his eyes. Young love. The drama. The silliness. The stupidity. He scowled instead. He didn't believe in young love. Not if it got you gently kicked out from your family until you were willing to work out your differences with a bona fide insane future brother-in-law. He was nineteen years old, for Pete's sake. (Not the Russian Pete over there.) What did he know about love?
He sent a furtive glance in Rogue's direction.
She was calmly allowing Hank to draw something out with a needle. Afterward, he handed her a cotton swab, which she used on the inside of her mouth.
Genetic testing.
Great.
If Stormy hadn't sworn he was just in here for a physical (somewhere in the middle of that whole I'm-gonna-kick-your-butt-you-good-for-nothing-scoundrel thing), he would just blow off the door and be done with it.
He winced.
And probably face Wolvie's claws...
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Rogue glanced nervously towards their guest, Remy. He seemed to be almost falling asleep in the only decent chair the room had over there. He was so still and quiet. She sighed. Unlike certain friends of hers.
"Why y'all in here anyway?" she demanded, cocking both hands on her hips at the trio. She raised an eyebrow.
"To make sure you're okay, of course." Kitty snorted. As if it was obvious.
Kurt shrugged and sat down next to her. "I know you don't like being in here, Leibchin. Thought I'd make sure you were comfortable."
Piotr merely looked upward longsufferingly then pointedly at the two of them. Everyone knew that Kurt and Kitty were best friends when they agreed and quite the opposite when they didn't. Something about all that unbridled enthusiasm. He shared a grin with Rogue. Between the two of them, they kept the pair in line.
Rogue smiled as she rolled down her sleeves. "Well, that was sweet of you. But I am fine, and now we just have to get an answer out of Hank that makes sense."
Hank's head immediately popped up over the counter he was working at. He looked a little panic stricken. "I will be certain to inform you of the entirety of my hypothesis in a moment."
Meaning he didn't want her to sic the enthusiastic duo on him.
Rogue snickered.
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Logan guarded the door by simply standing there, claws drawn. In the last ten minutes, he'd sent Bobby packing, threatened three new puncture marks in Sam, glared at Sam's sister Paige, told off Jimmy who had taken to Rogue like to his brand new momma, and informed Jubilee that the 'scoop' was just gonna have to wait.
Great.
This is what he was reduced to. Logan sighed. Babysitter.
"That's it." Logan stomped across the room, brushed Piotr aside into Remy, and opened the door. "No one else in or out." He released his claws.
Remy's red eyes widened in surprise.
Logan slammed the door shut.
Piotr turned back to Kurt and Kitty with a longsuffering sigh and reverted to normal human flesh. Rogue could see him thinking and then deciding that she wasn't up to dealing with the pair, leaving the job to him, of course.
"Katya," he began.
Kitty let loose an indignant stream. "Of course, I'm not distressing her, Piotr. She's my friend! I'm here to offer moral support."
Or moral temptation. Rogue rolled her eyes. At the moment, she would just love to seriously clue Kitty in with a two by four.
"Of course, you're distressing her," Kurt interjected. "You're the reason she's in here!"
"Please!" Hank held up a furry blue hand. "I require peace for this exam. If you will all behave, I will not remove you from the premises."
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Remy immediately pondered what ways he could misbehave, but then thought better of it. He didn't really feel like being impaled on those claws of Logan's. Deciding that tangling with a Russian sculpture probably wasn't the best idea, he removed himself to the only chair in the area that didn't look like an implement of torture and dropped bonelessly into it. He stayed still, slouched, waiting for memory of his presence to vanish.
A Thief secret that had always served him well was that silence and stillness made you furniture. Unless someone else wanted the chair. And if that someone else happened to be as big a business partner of his Pere's as Freddie Dukes was, you moved. Unless you wanted to permanently become furniture.
He watched with interest as Kitty or Katya or whatever her obliviousness was named went at it with Mr. Tail, then paused to bite down on her lower lip any time Tin Man turned disapproving.
"Piotr! I'm not bothering her, I swear," she insisted again, a little shine in her eyes.
Piotr hesitated.
Remy wanted to roll his eyes. Young love. The drama. The silliness. The stupidity. He scowled instead. He didn't believe in young love. Not if it got you gently kicked out from your family until you were willing to work out your differences with a bona fide insane future brother-in-law. He was nineteen years old, for Pete's sake. (Not the Russian Pete over there.) What did he know about love?
He sent a furtive glance in Rogue's direction.
She was calmly allowing Hank to draw something out with a needle. Afterward, he handed her a cotton swab, which she used on the inside of her mouth.
Genetic testing.
Great.
If Stormy hadn't sworn he was just in here for a physical (somewhere in the middle of that whole I'm-gonna-kick-your-butt-you-good-for-nothing-scoundrel thing), he would just blow off the door and be done with it.
He winced.
And probably face Wolvie's claws...
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Rogue glanced nervously towards their guest, Remy. He seemed to be almost falling asleep in the only decent chair the room had over there. He was so still and quiet. She sighed. Unlike certain friends of hers.
"Why y'all in here anyway?" she demanded, cocking both hands on her hips at the trio. She raised an eyebrow.
"To make sure you're okay, of course." Kitty snorted. As if it was obvious.
Kurt shrugged and sat down next to her. "I know you don't like being in here, Leibchin. Thought I'd make sure you were comfortable."
Piotr merely looked upward longsufferingly then pointedly at the two of them. Everyone knew that Kurt and Kitty were best friends when they agreed and quite the opposite when they didn't. Something about all that unbridled enthusiasm. He shared a grin with Rogue. Between the two of them, they kept the pair in line.
Rogue smiled as she rolled down her sleeves. "Well, that was sweet of you. But I am fine, and now we just have to get an answer out of Hank that makes sense."
Hank's head immediately popped up over the counter he was working at. He looked a little panic stricken. "I will be certain to inform you of the entirety of my hypothesis in a moment."
Meaning he didn't want her to sic the enthusiastic duo on him.
Rogue snickered.
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Logan guarded the door by simply standing there, claws drawn. In the last ten minutes, he'd sent Bobby packing, threatened three new puncture marks in Sam, glared at Sam's sister Paige, told off Jimmy who had taken to Rogue like to his brand new momma, and informed Jubilee that the 'scoop' was just gonna have to wait.
Great.
This is what he was reduced to. Logan sighed. Babysitter.
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