Ryouta blue eyes flick over to Daken when he speaks, his scowl turning into a quirked brow at the mention of Laura. His arm raises with a graceful quickness to block that reaching hand while avoiding the possible threat of his claws & tries to push it away. There’s no way he’s going to let the other him inspect him like he’s some type of cattle. Those blue eyes flash with a predatory warning at the other version of himself. “ Knowing Laura, there’s a chance she just sees them as family.” If how she treats Gabby is any indication, maybe even as her children. Gabby does have this air about her that makes it easy to view her that way.

[After that One Ask Response I owe you]

She's sleeping on the couch when Daken finds her, in fact--on a book on the couch. A book he left there by mistake when hurrying off to deal with a Wolverine-related emergency. Her mouth hangs open, and an unattractive bit of drool gathers at the corner of her mouth.

She looks so dead to the world that it's almost impressive how quickly she jolts awake at whatever small sound he makes--likely in response to desecration of yet more reading material at her hands. (Ass).

"Fffsake I'm a--" Less words than a mumbled cry, the whites of her eyes are large, nostrils flared as she jerks into a sitting position. One  elbow braces against arm of the couch as she tries to reconcile the sleeping world with the waking. Her chest heaves, nails digging into the upholstery like claws into a man's back.

"Do not," she rasps, "do that to me." Exist while she's sleeping, apparently. She drags her fist over the back of her damp mouth, wild-eyed and twitchy.

'It's him. Today's going to be a drag’, her mind whispers

'Oh, G-d, yes. It's him,' other parts of her anatomy all but weep. Well, in so far as certain parts of one's anatomy can weep. 'Bitch, today's going to be great!'

"What time is it," she mumbles, forcing herself upright, "and why're you looming like a supervillain?" Accepting Random Novels

      Daken can’t say he’s amused at the fact that she was indeed sleeping on his book, one that she’s obviously seen him with on countless occasions. It’s not like everyone at the X-Mansion reads Arabic. He’s really not sure how to react, what with her normal disregard for the written word or just books in general.

      He was half tempted just to move her but that would require far too much effort & he’s lazy. Clearing his throat in an obviously overdramatic sound to wake her up, not at all feeling bad when he does it.

      The second she’s awake is a different story entirely, there’s nothing but amusement shinning in those blue hues as she jerks herself up & grumpily rasps at him. That is until her reaction to him hits the air, as if she’s having a repeat experience of what they did a few days ago play through her head. His brows shoot up as he blinks down at her. The amusement in his blue eyes only growing from it, it’s not like they actually made it to insertion. Hell, he hadn’t even known she’d be that sensitive to his pheromones. Not to mention this whole situation was entertaining.

      At least until he realizes she’s laying on his book. That entertainment being replaced by a long dramatic sigh in seconds.

       Ryouta glances over to Remy, pausing a few moments. So tempted to use a line on the cajun, it would be a very bad line about beauty sticking together & that the doorway might be a tight fit but they could make due. It was horrible but it was on the tip of his tongue for a few seconds. He knew he wouldn’t catch the other mutant off guard with such a horrible obvious double meaning, but the thought did plague him longer than he thought it would. In fact, he probably let it show, that he wanted to say something just to peak the Cajun’s curiosity but he also doubts he’d fall for it. 

      Other common place lines flow through his head, just as common as the age before beauty one. All of them trashy or just bad. Most of them innuendos.