[ her heart nearly leaps out of her chest the moment she hears bones' voice on the other receiver. she could have sworn he thought with the rest of the chosen (although, morph seemed to have gotten more of the dogpile than she did, poor thing), and whatever they had going (friendship?? friends who flirt? with benefits? budding romance?) had been squashed right then and there.
but he called her, "sweetheart"... except he's also a southern man, so that doesn't mean too much (but a woman can dream it means something), and he is reaching out to her. but what should she say? her eyes might still be red and puffy from crying an hour ago. ... she should say no. but... ]
U-Uh, yeah! Uhm, sure. I'm headin' to Mughouse. — Never been in it, so... thought I'd take a lil' adventure.
Mughouse, ( he repeats, just to confirm he's heard her.
Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
[ 'look back?' — she whirls her head to peek over her shoulder and yes, there he stands. and there's something about his presence that made the butterflies in her stomach fuss in sheer excitement. although at the same time, she feels a little guilty for being so eager. rogue is grieving in so many ways for so many different reasons, and desperately seeking for male company might make her appear...well, a bit of a floozy. but she can't seem to help herself, and the nights have been excruciating and lonely ever since...
with bones now in front of her, she ends the call and tucks the phone back in her jacket pocket. and when he mentions visiting her home, the mutant blinks in a bit of perplexity as the warmth blossoms over her cheeks. he's... been out looking for her? why? how could he after all the things she had said, and what she believes they should all do regarding this whole mess? trying to not appear off guarded, rogue shifts her gaze down to their feet while folding her arms across her chest, smiling bashfully. ]
It was gettin' kinda stuffy. I ain't used to livin' in a small apartment. Hard for a gal to stretch her legs and feel cozy.
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but he called her, "sweetheart"... except he's also a southern man, so that doesn't mean too much (but a woman can dream it means something), and he is reaching out to her. but what should she say? her eyes might still be red and puffy from crying an hour ago. ... she should say no. but... ]
U-Uh, yeah! Uhm, sure. I'm headin' to Mughouse. — Never been in it, so... thought I'd take a lil' adventure.
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Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
You weren't at home.
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with bones now in front of her, she ends the call and tucks the phone back in her jacket pocket. and when he mentions visiting her home, the mutant blinks in a bit of perplexity as the warmth blossoms over her cheeks. he's... been out looking for her? why? how could he after all the things she had said, and what she believes they should all do regarding this whole mess? trying to not appear off guarded, rogue shifts her gaze down to their feet while folding her arms across her chest, smiling bashfully. ]
It was gettin' kinda stuffy. I ain't used to livin' in a small apartment. Hard for a gal to stretch her legs and feel cozy.