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Jean Grey's Morning Routine
"alright, alright… I'm up" Jean grumbled drowsily, hitting the snooze alarm on her clock as she got out of the bed and headed to her bathroom to get dressed. While she was taking her shower, a gloved hand flushed the toilet. When someone flushes while
another's in the shower, then, well….
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH" Jean's scream pierced the morning sky, as birds scattered in fear
"what do you suppose got into Red THIS time?" Logan asked, eating his bagels
"I dunno. It's either Remy's pranks or some madman making a deranged story" Scott casually replied, both stopping what they were doing as a literally red Jean appeared, dripping wet and dare I say it… naked
"oh for God's sakes, Jean! Put some clothes on will you! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE" Madame Hydra snapped, covering her daughters' eyes
"which one of you numbskulls messed with my shower? Come on, fess up" Jean said casually, Scott and Logan sweating in fear as both tried desperately not to throw one another under the bus to cover one's tracks. Just then, Gambit had brilliantly snuck
in to grab a donut and had almost got to the table… that is, if he hadn't removed the gloves off of his hands which were a brilliant clue to the mad flusher's identity
"AHA! I KNEW IT WAS YOU, YOU FILTHY FILTHY SWAMP SCENTED CAJUN, YOU" Jean barked maniacally, throttling Gambit, screaming incoherentlywhile the others looked on in amusement
"I'll be the one to say it: Jean can be a morning person but… she has her limits" Scott remarked, earning a SMACK! upside the head