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The question roused Kwannon from her half-nap. She thought she was alone in here, that no one knew where the heck she was. But here was Rogue, peering in at her from the brightly-lit room, at Kwannon napping in the small cubbyhole under the stars, hoping to sneak in a few hours before someone found her. So much for that plan. “It’s... kind of tight in here, but this isn’t exactly my place, so how could I refuse?” She dug the heel of her palm against her eye and shifted over to make room for her, tugging on the small metal chain overhead to turn the overhead light on. “Hiding too?”

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“I don’t suppose it’s too much to hope for that you’re just here for a friendly chat, maybe lunch and not anything ... world ending - slash city destroying - slash you need the kind of help where I’m going to wind up in way over my head.” Jessica said, though regardless of her hopes she stepped back from the door to her office letting Rogue inside. 

Jean had been reading, eyes and consciousness absorbed into the pages so when Anna Marie came into her room, she didn’t notice until she felt more weight slowly sinking down onto the mattress. “What are you doing?” She giggled, smiling at her friend. “You’re not drunk again, are you?” She knew about the other’s habit of occasionally borrowing some beers from Logan’s twenty-four pack. But maybe this had to do with some nightmares -- after all, with their kinds of powers bad dreams and visions came with the territory. But whatever the reason, Jean was more than happy to let the other stay. She set her book down at the foot of her bed and scooted over to give Anna Marie more space. “Come here, you.” They could have their own sleepover. Maybe make a pillow fort, drive the mansion just a little crazier. Or they could simply eat ice cream and talk about their feelings. 

+ “ ...Is it weird that my biggest worry has been making sure the suit stays hidden ? “ 

     ❝ aww i think that’s a little HARSH. ❞ his eyes sweep over the rest of the team with a grin and a gleam in his eye that says the next words out of his mouth are bound to be HILARIOUS, if maybe at their expense. ❝ i think they’re at least HOUSE-TRAINED. ❞

     “Just John, ta,” he replied, because sometimes simplicity was best. “Bit new to this whole legitimacy thing, if I’m t’be quite honest.”

Not funny, but he thought so.