Rogue picked at a chipped fingernail, flaking off bits of black nail polish. She was bored, the deluge of water outside keeping her in, curled up on the couch, and ready to cause some damage. Logan had chased her out of the Danger Room, all Kitty did was talk about her date, and Scott and Jean had passed the nervous stage and gone deep into the can't-keep-our-hands-off-each-other stage.
So, she was left to her own devices with no distractions and an oversized sweater to keep her company. Sometimes the only difference between here and with the Brotherhood was clean accommodations.
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Date: Feb. 28, 2004.