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Every year Rogue took a week of personal time, the same week, every year since she’d been at the school. She packed bag and went off. She didn’t talk about where or why or what for and it was generally known that she wasn’t in a talking mood at all around that time. Some might have a clue, like the Professor, but most didn’t and she preferred it that way. She had skeletons in her closet and she didn’t like to share.
Packing a few necessities into a backpack, Rogue put on her leather jacket, the new one she’d got to make up for being shot at the mall, and headed down towards the garage. She had asked Bobby to give her a ride to the bus station and that was who she was looking for. Bobby was a good guy, as much of a jokester as possible but they actually managed to get along. Unfortunately Bobby didn’t seem to be around and a glance at the clock told her she didn’t have that much time if she wanted to catch the early bus.
She heard the roar of a cycle and looked around in hopes of another ride presenting itself. She winced a little though seeing what her alternate option was. Considering there fight lately she wasn’t sure how much pull she might have with the Cajun. Swallowing her pride, she picked up her pace, trotting over, ”Gambit!” If this was her only shot at getting to town on time she didn’t want it to ride off without her. She heaved a breath, telling herself to just get it over with girl, ”Can ah catch a ride into town?”
As one that preferred Rogue to her real name or even one of the variants she’d gone by in past years, she probably had a more liberal view of the use of what the others considered just their code names. To her a name was just something to call someone, a rose by any other name and all that right? Nick names were probably more personal for the woman but she didn’t use those often on anyone, she didn’t often feel she had the closeness to someone to do that. Sugar didn’t count.
She’d come over, knowing she was asking a favor, and expecting a whole mess of questions or chatter for it. What she got was a perplexing single syllable response that had her wondering if he was still grumpy over the coffee the other day. She chewed her lip for a second as she considered the back seat of the bike, the forced closeness it would cause and his monotone response. Maybe hunting Bobby down would be better… But she felt she’d already pinched the bear, to late now.
Slinging her backpack on she hopped onto the back of the bike, her arms a little slow to reach around him to hold on but she managed it and then got settled to make sure she wasn’t near enough the pipes to burn herself. It wasn’t her first bike ride so she wasn’t really expecting much conversation and since he hadn’t asked sooner the stop was a little expected.
Dropping her arms she sat up straighter and looked around. ”The bus station.” She answered readily enough, They didn’t have to get any closer to the big apple, ” No need. There’s a Grey Hound across the river into White Plains.” She added the last helpfully. Remy didn’t seem the bus fairing type to her. For her, it wasn’t the first time.
At least she did get behind him and didn’t actually make a fuss about hanging on. She didn’t freak out as much when she was the one doing the touching, she had her safety measures and she had a plan. Being surprised by someone else though… Well that wasn’t something she experienced much in the first place and then not knowing where everything was made it even more nerve wracking. After all, most people didn’t go around wearing their own gloves. And really she didn’t interact with anyone often enough to get that comfortable with them, not around the school anyway.
She was taken aback by his statement, blinking a couple times at the back of his head while he turned off the bike and basically parked them right then and there. ”Wha-“ Actually she wasn’t even sure what she was going to ask so the words just sort of stopped there as she watched him get off the bike. She scrambled off as well a second later, less she squirm and jeopardize the balance of the thing.
Her mouth opened again, then closed while she crossed her arms, on the verge of pointing something out, like his lack of knowing her destination when he just continued to barrel on and then got around to asking. ”You want to take me all the way to Mississipi?” She hung her head, shaking it in a bit of disbelief before looking back up at him. ”It’s no day trip, not even a weekend trip Remy.” In fact she’d taken a couple weeks off just because she didn’t want to rush it.
Why was he being so… pushy didn’t seem like the right word but the way he was going about trying to convince her wasn’t something she was used to from him. ”Uh huh… And if I decline the offer are ya going to leave me to walk the rest of the way?” Not that she wouldn’t. Or hell, wouldn’t be the first time she’d stuck her thumb out or asked a stranger for a ride. ”Answer one thing then.” The look she gave him was practically a dare, as if she knew, just knew, she had him on this one. ”Why do you want to take me?”
It wasn’t a reflection of his ability; he got off so she did as well. It was an equal footing sort of thing, and a respect for the bike, at least in her head. Probably more the equal footing, if she was going to talk to him they’d either both be standing or both be sitting, cause past experiences lately didn’t want her to be at that lower level. It was completely subconscious though.
He barely batted an eye at her destination and she started to really wonder. Truthfully she didn’t know if she wanted company on this trip. It wasn’t like it was a pleasure cruise for her. More like a voyage of shame. That wasn’t something you wanted witnesses for if you could avoid it.
”I’m not stomping. Do you see me stomping?” She huffed at him, not determined not to stomp just to prove him wrong. Though she probably would have if he’d said that last part first. ”Wait until I get on it? I’m not a child Remy!” Now that was just insulting. Did he really think she couldn’t take care of herself? It wasn’t like anyone with ill intentions would get very far with her, one touch and ZAP!
She didn’t know if that was true about kids and their parents house any more then he did but it sounded reasonable enough that she’d give that to him. They did seem to devolve into bickering kids, which made her wonder more then once why they didn’t actively avoid each other. And his reasoning, or answer to her question, well it did strike a chord with her. Would they be different out here? Well if they weren’t she supposed she could always stick her thumb out and get a different ride later.
She sighed, looking at the sky for inspiration. ”Ya couldn’t have picked a fun vacation to crash huh?” She threw up her hands, ”Fine, lets go before it gets too late.” She turned to get back on the bike with him, ”I’m reserving the right to catch a bus later if though.” She was partially teasing. Only partially though.
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