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ishandahalf-Who told you about the bug I have on your computer? Oh, you're. . .joking (nrevous laugh). I didn't just say that. I've always wanted incredibly elaborate death involving the cast of the Rocky Horor Picture Show. Oh, I'm greatly enjoying the partner in crime stuff. The implications make me laugh meniacally in antici. . .pation. My country is cool, and hey, it's America, we always have room for more (no matter what some arses who can't tell their elbows from their eyeballs say.)
Sujakata-Yes, I'm pleased with the amount of Rogue Remyness. It was cute. I find insults to be the best form of flirting. This _is_ their ususal speech pattern. They're getting along when they can insult each other like that. You were of assitance every time you reviewed (that sounded corny. but it's true). You were all of assistance really. Even you PEOPLE WHO DON'T REVIEW! Sorry, but I figured a little sarcstic shouting was nessisary. Anywho, the smile will come in handy, and and the evil chuckel will too. Hear ya next time ya review.
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I own nothing! I want a quarter everytime someone says it! Pay up you guys! Actually, I don't even own nothing. That sucks. But I do have CDs and comics, so I'm happy as a clam at low tide.
***
Kitty, Kurt, and Bobby had been watching the whole time. Bobby was still taking notes, Kitty was rejoicing that her roommate was human again, and Kurt was watching it like a train wreck, he didn't want to stare, but couldn't look away.
"So, we gona go, or am Ah gonna have ta deal with being seen with ya alone, in a hallway, not immasculatin' ya. Or worse yet, Ms. Munroe comin' back b'fo' ya've mad good ya escape."
Remy looked over his houlder, once again looking for other people, this time in earnest. He looked back at Rogue, with a smile guaranteed to melt iron, and said, "Sure, but I'm drivin'."
Rogue nodded and went down the stairs, while Remy grabbed the keys. Their stalkers, as Kurt saw himself and the other two, followed onto the landing.
Rogue had the door open and was holding it for Remy, who was trying to figure out who's keys he'd grabbed without looking at them. He put his arm over her head, to hold the door for her, but by the time he made contact with it she was halfway to the garage and looking back at him with what would be called by generouse people as a smile, and most people as a half smirk. Remy shook his head and laughed to himself.
Bobby and Kitty watched Remy walk out the door. Kurt had stopped paying attention after Rogue had slid out from under Remy's arm. He figured she had half a chance if she could pass up an invitation like that. When Remy turned to close the door he saw Bobby and Kitty watching,and tossed them a smile as he pulled the door closed.
Kitty didn't blink for a couple seconds, because that was just the way most women reacted to that smile. Bobby laughed at Rogue, and, after seeing his partner in crime frozen momentarily, teased her mercilessly.
Kitty's pause was only partly due to Remy's smile, however. Her highly developed criminal mind was turning what she'd just seen over and over in her mind. She had a devious plan to distract Rogue from any thought of revenge. She just needed help. . .
"Kurt, Bobby, I've figured out how to save our butts."
Both Bobby and Kurt perked up immediatly. They'd been sweating since Rogue had told them 'revenge is a dish best served cold'. Now Kitty was going to save them from eating a big serving of cold revenge? Bobby was thanking the god of pranksters, while Kurt was looking at Kitty, motioning for her to go on.
"Okay, if we, like, hook her up with Remy, he'll keep her from killing us, out of gratitude, and she might not kill us out of gratitude anyway. Or, Remy'll keep her, ahem, busy long enough for us to get to Canada with new names and identities. Either one works for me."
Kurt looked at Kitty like she'd sprouted a third, evil, latin speaking arm. "Are you freaking nuts? Rogue vill either kill us all for even trying, or I'll be hooking my sister up wis. . . him."
"Okay, I don't know about my fuzzy german comrad, but hooking Rogue up with anyone who'll keep her busy long enough for me to run away and become a lumberjack is okay by me. I'm in." Bobby stood next to Kitty, who was looking at Kurt with puppy eyes.
Kurt shook his head and started to walk toward his room. Kitty stopped him, and gave him her sweetest look.
"Kurt, you won't, like, tell Rogue what you heard will you?"
Kurt considred for a moment. "If you don't tell her I know, I won't tell her what I know, deal?"
Kitty shook his hand. "Deal."
Kurt 'ported to his room, and as an after thought grabbed the phone to call Amanda. He then had to hunt down someone else to talk to her parents, who were screening her calls. This usually required owing someone a favor. The things he did for love.
---
Rogue was inside the garage before Remy, and stopped to look at all the choices. The X-van, which would be too obvious, Logan's motorcycle, which was off limits unless you liked to loose all your extremities, Jean's SUV, no thanks, and Scott's baby. None of these were likely choices for a vehicle.
Remy came in and Rogue finally got a good look at the keys in his hands. She then realized he'd grabbed them without looking.
"Those are the keys ta Logan's bike."
Remy looked down at his hand, and realized they were. He looked at Rogue and smiled, something he was doing way too often. He realized that he needed to do something beside smile and expect the women to fall before him, since it only worked if they were Kitty, Amara, or Jubilee.
"Hmm, so they are. Problem?"
Rogue looked at him trying to decide if her was insane or just stupid. She finally decided he'd finally drunk away his last brain cell.
"Umm, yeah. We'll die if we take his bike."
"Yeah, an' dere's no place f'r the stuff we're gonna buy." He said with the devil's own smile. Rogue watched him inspect the cars in the garage with a bit of waryness, and a bit of anticipation. Which car would he pick?
He walked over to Scott's baby, tossing the keys in his hand on the work table. Scott, who had faith in the locks on the garage and his fellow X-men (mistake all the way around. Didn't he learn from Joyride?), had left the doors unlocked, and the top off. Remy sat down in the driver's seat and had the car running in ten seconds (okay, eight and a quarter, but that's beside the point). Rogue shook her head and climbed into the car herself.
"Ya do know Scott's gonna give himself an aneurism yellin' at us when we get back."
"If everyt'in' goes right, no one'll notice it's gone. Scott's watchin' Saturday morning cartoons with Dr. McCoy."
"Ya know, when most people say that, they get caught almost immediatley."
"You're underestimatin' de hold Yu Gi Oh! has on those two."
With those reassuring words, Remy and Rogue headed off to begin Rogue's plan for revenge.
---
Later, in a shopping mall far far away (since the Bayville one still isn't fixed), Rogue was comparing the maximum prison sentence for homicide and how much she really wanted the world to be down one pain in the ass flirt.
Said flirt was holding what had to be the most . . .sparse piece of lace Rogue had ever seen. Not that she didn't have a few things that one only ever _really_ wore in private, but she couldn't even imagine that thing being enough material to be worth itching like crazy, which it obviously would, since lace itches anyway, and putting lace over very, sensitive, areas was kinda retarded.
The man holding it was trying not to look like he was laughing his ass off on the inside. He'd only absentmindedly wandered in to women's lingerie, and he would deny finding himself there on purpose on this occasion 'til the day he died, which currently looked to be that day anyway.
"That bettah be for you."
"Yeah, I t'ink I look real good in lace." Rogue's mind proccesed that quickly, and she blushed while trying to flush the image out of her mind. Remy noticed this but didn't comment. "Guess that means y' doan' want it."
"Not wanting it doesn't even begin to describe what Ah feel fo' that."
"Well, y' said y' wanted somethin' dat would look good on you, an' I thought dis fit de bill." [On a side note, it would also look good laying on my floor somewhere, completely forgotten.]
[Gawd, what's he imaginin' about me now? Probably not half as bad as what Ah'm thinkin'. Why the hell won't my imagination leave me alone! Kurt and Kitty an' the rest are responsible for this. They shall pay.]
"'Sides, I din't know y' liked Lazarus stuff anyway." Remy said, breaking her out of her trance, while wondering what had caused it.
"Ah don't really." Rogue shrugged, and things between them returned to normal.
Remy inwadly sighed. Even Rogue couldn't stop acting like a girl when she was at the mall. Knowing the answer before he asked, the next sentence out of his mouth was, "So why're we here?"
Rogue didn't realize she sounded _exactly_ like Kitty until she'd already answered him. "Half-off sale mighta had somethin' ta do with it." [That's it, Ah'm movin' into Jean's room. Let those two put up with each other.]
Remy put down the underwear in mock (and a little real), indignation. "Half off a piece of crap is still too much to pay."
"Agreed, let's go."
And with those words they started off toward the main part of the mall. To get there however they had to pass both the perfume and make up counters. Both of them shuddered when they realised this.
Remy decided that if anyone could get by perfume women unharrased it certainly wasn't him, and would probably be Rogue. So, feeling a bit useless, he followed close behind Rogue, who tossed glares around liberally, and they both escaped relatively unscented. Something they both thanked God for immediatly afterward.
Their luck changed when they were almost home free. Remy had taken point this time, since most make up ladies were disturbed at the thought of giving a man make up advice. They could not make it past an especially desperate Maybeline sales woman.
It was Rogue's bad judgement to back off from Remy a little, because as soon as the Maybeline woman saw her make up there was an audible gasp. "Ma'am! Please stop! I'm giving out free make up advice, and I would like to help you! Purple is a fall color! It's the begining of April! You would look great in. . ."
Rogue turned to glare at the poor make up monger. With studied paitence, and almost palpable uber-annoyance, Rogue sauntered over to the make up counter.
She leaned in closer to the woman, who was now wishing she'd taken a lesson from the more senior Wet 'n' Wild woman.
"Look, wench. Ah don't want yo' make up advice. AH don't need to be told what ta put on mah face by someone who needs a mirrah ta find her sense of self. Leave me the hell alone." It wasn't the words as much as the woman saying them. IF anyone can reek unholy wraith, it's Rogue.
The Maybeline woman nodded and backed up, knocking over an open bottle of foundaton. Rogue turned around and left the store with Remy, who was the only one to see her smiling evilly, while the woman tried to clean up a spilt bottle of ivory foundation with Kleanex. Which amused the other make up mongers to no end.
The poor woman who hads dared to question Rogue's choice of make up was forever known among those who'd witnessed this event as Autumn, which proves that you have to have a certain amount of retardedness to work behind a make up conter.
---
Once they were out into the main part of the mall Rogue's satisfaction with her victory over the irritating make up woman wore off, and she was just annoyed. She sat down on a fountain outside of J.C. Penny's and scowled at the general vicinity of Lazarus.
Remy noticed that Rogue was slowly less happy about scaring the bejeesus out of the woman before she sat down for a nice soothing scowl. He sat down next to her and she scooted over to put more room between them.
"Ah hate people like her. They don't have two braincells ta rub togethah, an' they think they know bettah than anyone who does somthin' diff'rent. Wench. God, Ah can't even think of a torture painful enough to use on her. Ah hope she gets skin cancer, and has to have a prostetic face."
She sighed, but didn't continue to wish diseases on Autumn. Remy started to put his arm around Rogue, but remembered who he was about to hug, and dropped his arm.
He settled for asking her if she felt better.
"Can Ah go back an' buy a buncha really dark purple make up from the woman next ta her b'fo' we leave?"
"Sure, I doan see any problem with dat."
"I'm okay." She stood up and stretched a little. Not full blown hands above your head stretching, but 'move my shoulders because I'm in a public place and don't want to show everyone my stomache' stretching. They both went to Spencers and were left alone; until a little girl came in with her older brother.
***
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
ishandahalf-Who told you about the bug I have on your computer? Oh, you're. . .joking (nrevous laugh). I didn't just say that. I've always wanted incredibly elaborate death involving the cast of the Rocky Horor Picture Show. Oh, I'm greatly enjoying the partner in crime stuff. The implications make me laugh meniacally in antici. . .pation. My country is cool, and hey, it's America, we always have room for more (no matter what some arses who can't tell their elbows from their eyeballs say.)
Sujakata-Yes, I'm pleased with the amount of Rogue Remyness. It was cute. I find insults to be the best form of flirting. This _is_ their ususal speech pattern. They're getting along when they can insult each other like that. You were of assitance every time you reviewed (that sounded corny. but it's true). You were all of assistance really. Even you PEOPLE WHO DON'T REVIEW! Sorry, but I figured a little sarcstic shouting was nessisary. Anywho, the smile will come in handy, and and the evil chuckel will too. Hear ya next time ya review.
Disclaimer
I own nothing! I want a quarter everytime someone says it! Pay up you guys! Actually, I don't even own nothing. That sucks. But I do have CDs and comics, so I'm happy as a clam at low tide.
***
Kitty, Kurt, and Bobby had been watching the whole time. Bobby was still taking notes, Kitty was rejoicing that her roommate was human again, and Kurt was watching it like a train wreck, he didn't want to stare, but couldn't look away.
"So, we gona go, or am Ah gonna have ta deal with being seen with ya alone, in a hallway, not immasculatin' ya. Or worse yet, Ms. Munroe comin' back b'fo' ya've mad good ya escape."
Remy looked over his houlder, once again looking for other people, this time in earnest. He looked back at Rogue, with a smile guaranteed to melt iron, and said, "Sure, but I'm drivin'."
Rogue nodded and went down the stairs, while Remy grabbed the keys. Their stalkers, as Kurt saw himself and the other two, followed onto the landing.
Rogue had the door open and was holding it for Remy, who was trying to figure out who's keys he'd grabbed without looking at them. He put his arm over her head, to hold the door for her, but by the time he made contact with it she was halfway to the garage and looking back at him with what would be called by generouse people as a smile, and most people as a half smirk. Remy shook his head and laughed to himself.
Bobby and Kitty watched Remy walk out the door. Kurt had stopped paying attention after Rogue had slid out from under Remy's arm. He figured she had half a chance if she could pass up an invitation like that. When Remy turned to close the door he saw Bobby and Kitty watching,and tossed them a smile as he pulled the door closed.
Kitty didn't blink for a couple seconds, because that was just the way most women reacted to that smile. Bobby laughed at Rogue, and, after seeing his partner in crime frozen momentarily, teased her mercilessly.
Kitty's pause was only partly due to Remy's smile, however. Her highly developed criminal mind was turning what she'd just seen over and over in her mind. She had a devious plan to distract Rogue from any thought of revenge. She just needed help. . .
"Kurt, Bobby, I've figured out how to save our butts."
Both Bobby and Kurt perked up immediatly. They'd been sweating since Rogue had told them 'revenge is a dish best served cold'. Now Kitty was going to save them from eating a big serving of cold revenge? Bobby was thanking the god of pranksters, while Kurt was looking at Kitty, motioning for her to go on.
"Okay, if we, like, hook her up with Remy, he'll keep her from killing us, out of gratitude, and she might not kill us out of gratitude anyway. Or, Remy'll keep her, ahem, busy long enough for us to get to Canada with new names and identities. Either one works for me."
Kurt looked at Kitty like she'd sprouted a third, evil, latin speaking arm. "Are you freaking nuts? Rogue vill either kill us all for even trying, or I'll be hooking my sister up wis. . . him."
"Okay, I don't know about my fuzzy german comrad, but hooking Rogue up with anyone who'll keep her busy long enough for me to run away and become a lumberjack is okay by me. I'm in." Bobby stood next to Kitty, who was looking at Kurt with puppy eyes.
Kurt shook his head and started to walk toward his room. Kitty stopped him, and gave him her sweetest look.
"Kurt, you won't, like, tell Rogue what you heard will you?"
Kurt considred for a moment. "If you don't tell her I know, I won't tell her what I know, deal?"
Kitty shook his hand. "Deal."
Kurt 'ported to his room, and as an after thought grabbed the phone to call Amanda. He then had to hunt down someone else to talk to her parents, who were screening her calls. This usually required owing someone a favor. The things he did for love.
---
Rogue was inside the garage before Remy, and stopped to look at all the choices. The X-van, which would be too obvious, Logan's motorcycle, which was off limits unless you liked to loose all your extremities, Jean's SUV, no thanks, and Scott's baby. None of these were likely choices for a vehicle.
Remy came in and Rogue finally got a good look at the keys in his hands. She then realized he'd grabbed them without looking.
"Those are the keys ta Logan's bike."
Remy looked down at his hand, and realized they were. He looked at Rogue and smiled, something he was doing way too often. He realized that he needed to do something beside smile and expect the women to fall before him, since it only worked if they were Kitty, Amara, or Jubilee.
"Hmm, so they are. Problem?"
Rogue looked at him trying to decide if her was insane or just stupid. She finally decided he'd finally drunk away his last brain cell.
"Umm, yeah. We'll die if we take his bike."
"Yeah, an' dere's no place f'r the stuff we're gonna buy." He said with the devil's own smile. Rogue watched him inspect the cars in the garage with a bit of waryness, and a bit of anticipation. Which car would he pick?
He walked over to Scott's baby, tossing the keys in his hand on the work table. Scott, who had faith in the locks on the garage and his fellow X-men (mistake all the way around. Didn't he learn from Joyride?), had left the doors unlocked, and the top off. Remy sat down in the driver's seat and had the car running in ten seconds (okay, eight and a quarter, but that's beside the point). Rogue shook her head and climbed into the car herself.
"Ya do know Scott's gonna give himself an aneurism yellin' at us when we get back."
"If everyt'in' goes right, no one'll notice it's gone. Scott's watchin' Saturday morning cartoons with Dr. McCoy."
"Ya know, when most people say that, they get caught almost immediatley."
"You're underestimatin' de hold Yu Gi Oh! has on those two."
With those reassuring words, Remy and Rogue headed off to begin Rogue's plan for revenge.
---
Later, in a shopping mall far far away (since the Bayville one still isn't fixed), Rogue was comparing the maximum prison sentence for homicide and how much she really wanted the world to be down one pain in the ass flirt.
Said flirt was holding what had to be the most . . .sparse piece of lace Rogue had ever seen. Not that she didn't have a few things that one only ever _really_ wore in private, but she couldn't even imagine that thing being enough material to be worth itching like crazy, which it obviously would, since lace itches anyway, and putting lace over very, sensitive, areas was kinda retarded.
The man holding it was trying not to look like he was laughing his ass off on the inside. He'd only absentmindedly wandered in to women's lingerie, and he would deny finding himself there on purpose on this occasion 'til the day he died, which currently looked to be that day anyway.
"That bettah be for you."
"Yeah, I t'ink I look real good in lace." Rogue's mind proccesed that quickly, and she blushed while trying to flush the image out of her mind. Remy noticed this but didn't comment. "Guess that means y' doan' want it."
"Not wanting it doesn't even begin to describe what Ah feel fo' that."
"Well, y' said y' wanted somethin' dat would look good on you, an' I thought dis fit de bill." [On a side note, it would also look good laying on my floor somewhere, completely forgotten.]
[Gawd, what's he imaginin' about me now? Probably not half as bad as what Ah'm thinkin'. Why the hell won't my imagination leave me alone! Kurt and Kitty an' the rest are responsible for this. They shall pay.]
"'Sides, I din't know y' liked Lazarus stuff anyway." Remy said, breaking her out of her trance, while wondering what had caused it.
"Ah don't really." Rogue shrugged, and things between them returned to normal.
Remy inwadly sighed. Even Rogue couldn't stop acting like a girl when she was at the mall. Knowing the answer before he asked, the next sentence out of his mouth was, "So why're we here?"
Rogue didn't realize she sounded _exactly_ like Kitty until she'd already answered him. "Half-off sale mighta had somethin' ta do with it." [That's it, Ah'm movin' into Jean's room. Let those two put up with each other.]
Remy put down the underwear in mock (and a little real), indignation. "Half off a piece of crap is still too much to pay."
"Agreed, let's go."
And with those words they started off toward the main part of the mall. To get there however they had to pass both the perfume and make up counters. Both of them shuddered when they realised this.
Remy decided that if anyone could get by perfume women unharrased it certainly wasn't him, and would probably be Rogue. So, feeling a bit useless, he followed close behind Rogue, who tossed glares around liberally, and they both escaped relatively unscented. Something they both thanked God for immediatly afterward.
Their luck changed when they were almost home free. Remy had taken point this time, since most make up ladies were disturbed at the thought of giving a man make up advice. They could not make it past an especially desperate Maybeline sales woman.
It was Rogue's bad judgement to back off from Remy a little, because as soon as the Maybeline woman saw her make up there was an audible gasp. "Ma'am! Please stop! I'm giving out free make up advice, and I would like to help you! Purple is a fall color! It's the begining of April! You would look great in. . ."
Rogue turned to glare at the poor make up monger. With studied paitence, and almost palpable uber-annoyance, Rogue sauntered over to the make up counter.
She leaned in closer to the woman, who was now wishing she'd taken a lesson from the more senior Wet 'n' Wild woman.
"Look, wench. Ah don't want yo' make up advice. AH don't need to be told what ta put on mah face by someone who needs a mirrah ta find her sense of self. Leave me the hell alone." It wasn't the words as much as the woman saying them. IF anyone can reek unholy wraith, it's Rogue.
The Maybeline woman nodded and backed up, knocking over an open bottle of foundaton. Rogue turned around and left the store with Remy, who was the only one to see her smiling evilly, while the woman tried to clean up a spilt bottle of ivory foundation with Kleanex. Which amused the other make up mongers to no end.
The poor woman who hads dared to question Rogue's choice of make up was forever known among those who'd witnessed this event as Autumn, which proves that you have to have a certain amount of retardedness to work behind a make up conter.
---
Once they were out into the main part of the mall Rogue's satisfaction with her victory over the irritating make up woman wore off, and she was just annoyed. She sat down on a fountain outside of J.C. Penny's and scowled at the general vicinity of Lazarus.
Remy noticed that Rogue was slowly less happy about scaring the bejeesus out of the woman before she sat down for a nice soothing scowl. He sat down next to her and she scooted over to put more room between them.
"Ah hate people like her. They don't have two braincells ta rub togethah, an' they think they know bettah than anyone who does somthin' diff'rent. Wench. God, Ah can't even think of a torture painful enough to use on her. Ah hope she gets skin cancer, and has to have a prostetic face."
She sighed, but didn't continue to wish diseases on Autumn. Remy started to put his arm around Rogue, but remembered who he was about to hug, and dropped his arm.
He settled for asking her if she felt better.
"Can Ah go back an' buy a buncha really dark purple make up from the woman next ta her b'fo' we leave?"
"Sure, I doan see any problem with dat."
"I'm okay." She stood up and stretched a little. Not full blown hands above your head stretching, but 'move my shoulders because I'm in a public place and don't want to show everyone my stomache' stretching. They both went to Spencers and were left alone; until a little girl came in with her older brother.
***
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith