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Lady Aurra-Thanks for the comment! I guess you'll have to wait. Maybe it never gets clarified. I know most of what she's gonna do, but that is another story. The next one to be exact. Ah, Cows with Guns is the best song. I can see my little brothers singing that. Thanks for the reminder to update, and I will update quickly as I can.
ishandaahalf-Yeah. It's gotta be the German. Hmm. Yes. Reading that I felt an evil laugh coming on. Shall we? Mwahahahahaha! Wow, that's great. 'Hi honey, how was Germany? Oh, I repainted the rooms, hope you don't mind. It's a blue with a red trim I just love!' That would be great. Yes, DOWN WITH BOY BANDS! *Shudder* Never say that sentence again. I'm all for drifting. Not all wanderers are lost ya know. Yeah, feels good to know the incredibly suave forget things too, huh? Santa's Little Helper was my inspiration for that one. Oh, the part were Jamie asks Hank is crucial to the story. Hmm, well keep a soda on hand next time. I spilt Canada rong? How'd I do that? It was totally on purpose of course. I am perfect after all. The needyness makes me feel maternal, so don't feel bad. Okay the password is. . . *looks at spies listening at the door.* When Bart was playing scrabble with Homer he put a word together that started with 'Q'. If you know this word send it in your review, and it'll be the password. Morals and values? What are these morals and values? I have never heard these words before in my life. Hmm, must ponder them. . .later.
O-I love raunch. It's the only salad dressing I eat! I also enjoy vulgarity, and euphemisms. Oh, there will be bad things happenng, but in the next fic. Oh, Goddess, you're right. Gah!! I've written quasi-slash! *sobbing* How could I? *continued sobbing* I feel so ashamed. *sniffle* I love Remy/Rogueness. It's kinda my coffee. I can't go a day with out at least a little bit. Come on, what was he supposed to think, 'Hmm, I have underwear belonging to a girl I am flirting intensly with. We must have talked about books and music last night.' C'mon. You know you'd do the same thing if you were in Remy's place. (I'm really very evil to him. I guess you terrorize the ones you obses over.) Danke, Merci, and Gracias. Oh, btw, Why didn't you review before, hmmm? I'm gonna make that mandatory to read the next part somehow. You can't read chapter 12 untill you've reviewed 11. *pause* Nah. Just give me heads up every now and then, comprende?
Disclaimer
I don't own crap.
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"Okay, so dis'll be de day of the party?"
"Yeah, if Ah do it now, Ah may kill him."
"Yeah, an' killin' a man with poultry is not gonna get y' respect in prison."
"Mm hmm. Okay, it's about dinner time, so what do we do? Hank's cookin' today, an' he's not half bad. We're done plottin' our insidious revenge, an' Ah'm hungry."
"What's he makin'?"
Rogue frowned at him a litle bit. "What am Ah, the freakin' Maitre D'?" After a derisive snort from her companion, Rogue smiled a little and said, "Ah saw him layin' out porkchops last night, so Ah bet that's it."
"Not too bad. Not anyt'in' to get excited 'bout though." Remy said, after thinking a bit. Rogue nodded.
"Yeah. Ah was thinkin' maybe we could grab somethin' t eat togethah. Ah mean, neither of us is crazy about pork products, an' Ah don't wanna hear Kitty whine about how gross meat, especially pork, is, an' would we eat meat if we'd-a had to kill the pig ourselves."
"Agreed. I know de perfect place too."
---
"Okay, so, beside the athlete's foot, whatever they did they made a lot of noise. If we just have someone eavesdropping on them at all times, they can't get it on without that person knowing, and we'll have something to blackmail them with. And if it's Bobby, something to sell on E-bay." Roberto said, while rubbing his hands together in a wanna be insidious way.
From the other side of the room Tabitha spoke up. "Uh uh, Rogue's not legal, it's considered child porn. Wait. If she's not legal, and Remy's 21. . ."
"Oh, wow, that's. . .not good." Kitty commented from her place on the armchair.
"Um, I hate to point this out. Okay, actually I don't. How would they fornicate? Last time I checked Rogue still can't touch, and isn't exacty going to get in bed with Remy anytime soon, no matter how much he flirts with her." Kurt said, still trying to protect his sister's honor.
"There are alternatives, and Rogue would probably agree to a little bit of. . .playing." Tabitha said, loving the chaos this conversation was causing.
Most people stopped to think about it, or try not to. There was a group shudder.
Finally someone spoke up. "Uh, that eavesdropping everytime they're alone thing, does it apply now?"
"Duh, Ray. What good would it do if we didn't stop them everytime?"
"They're alone outside now." Ray said, shuddering again.
Everyone ran for the backyard.
---
This is actually not the truth. They were alone in the foyer. Rogue was searching for her money, which had been in her coat pocket that morning. Remy was listening to them swapping rumors. He'd only heard from "That's. . .not good."
"Rogue, I t'ink we should get goin'."
Rogue pulled ehr head out of the foyer closet. "Why?"
"De restaurant closes soon."
Rogue sighed and closed the closet door. "So yo' payin'?"
"Yeah. Guess you're goin' out with me after all."
"You can call it whatevah ya want. Ah'm not a material girl."
"You t'ink y' can save face by sayin' dat?"
"Ain't your restaurant gonna close soon?" With that, the game was declared over.
Remy watched her go out to the garage. He congratulated himself. Rogue hadn't insisted on paying her own way, like all the other times they'd gone out to eat. [hmm, Slow and steady does win de race. I'm gettin' somet'in' better than braggin rghts though.]
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Scott looked up. He heard what sounded like his car starting up. Since he was making sure they didn't try to get to the garage, and hijack an escape vehicle, he ran around to the front of the institute, where Rogue and Remy were already halfway down the driveway. Rogue was sitting in the shotgun seat, putting on her seatbelt, and unbeknownst to Scott, praying silently that Remy remembered the brake pedal before they hit any major streets.
"Damn."
---
Rogue had a death grip on the arm rest. Remy didn't pay attention to that though. He was too busy trying to get out the gates before Scott remembered there were other vehicles to track them down in. She didn't relax until Remy had slowed down.
"Crap. Ah mean, damn." Remy waited for it. "What in the Hell made you do somethin' like that? How forkin' sucidal are you?" (AN: I had to censor Rogue. I don't use words like what she said, and I have no qualms about saying anything else)
"I'm not suicidal. Jus' in a hurry. Doan have time t' explain why I'm leavin' to Scott." [I can' let you hear what de're talkin' 'bout 'til y' in a better mood. I'm a little masochistic, not completely sucidal.] (AN: Admit it, he is.)
Rogue looked at him oddly, but sat back without saying anything else. [The food at this place bettah be good.]
***
Uh, you know the drill.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Lady Aurra-Thanks for the comment! I guess you'll have to wait. Maybe it never gets clarified. I know most of what she's gonna do, but that is another story. The next one to be exact. Ah, Cows with Guns is the best song. I can see my little brothers singing that. Thanks for the reminder to update, and I will update quickly as I can.
ishandaahalf-Yeah. It's gotta be the German. Hmm. Yes. Reading that I felt an evil laugh coming on. Shall we? Mwahahahahaha! Wow, that's great. 'Hi honey, how was Germany? Oh, I repainted the rooms, hope you don't mind. It's a blue with a red trim I just love!' That would be great. Yes, DOWN WITH BOY BANDS! *Shudder* Never say that sentence again. I'm all for drifting. Not all wanderers are lost ya know. Yeah, feels good to know the incredibly suave forget things too, huh? Santa's Little Helper was my inspiration for that one. Oh, the part were Jamie asks Hank is crucial to the story. Hmm, well keep a soda on hand next time. I spilt Canada rong? How'd I do that? It was totally on purpose of course. I am perfect after all. The needyness makes me feel maternal, so don't feel bad. Okay the password is. . . *looks at spies listening at the door.* When Bart was playing scrabble with Homer he put a word together that started with 'Q'. If you know this word send it in your review, and it'll be the password. Morals and values? What are these morals and values? I have never heard these words before in my life. Hmm, must ponder them. . .later.
O-I love raunch. It's the only salad dressing I eat! I also enjoy vulgarity, and euphemisms. Oh, there will be bad things happenng, but in the next fic. Oh, Goddess, you're right. Gah!! I've written quasi-slash! *sobbing* How could I? *continued sobbing* I feel so ashamed. *sniffle* I love Remy/Rogueness. It's kinda my coffee. I can't go a day with out at least a little bit. Come on, what was he supposed to think, 'Hmm, I have underwear belonging to a girl I am flirting intensly with. We must have talked about books and music last night.' C'mon. You know you'd do the same thing if you were in Remy's place. (I'm really very evil to him. I guess you terrorize the ones you obses over.) Danke, Merci, and Gracias. Oh, btw, Why didn't you review before, hmmm? I'm gonna make that mandatory to read the next part somehow. You can't read chapter 12 untill you've reviewed 11. *pause* Nah. Just give me heads up every now and then, comprende?
Disclaimer
I don't own crap.
***
"Okay, so dis'll be de day of the party?"
"Yeah, if Ah do it now, Ah may kill him."
"Yeah, an' killin' a man with poultry is not gonna get y' respect in prison."
"Mm hmm. Okay, it's about dinner time, so what do we do? Hank's cookin' today, an' he's not half bad. We're done plottin' our insidious revenge, an' Ah'm hungry."
"What's he makin'?"
Rogue frowned at him a litle bit. "What am Ah, the freakin' Maitre D'?" After a derisive snort from her companion, Rogue smiled a little and said, "Ah saw him layin' out porkchops last night, so Ah bet that's it."
"Not too bad. Not anyt'in' to get excited 'bout though." Remy said, after thinking a bit. Rogue nodded.
"Yeah. Ah was thinkin' maybe we could grab somethin' t eat togethah. Ah mean, neither of us is crazy about pork products, an' Ah don't wanna hear Kitty whine about how gross meat, especially pork, is, an' would we eat meat if we'd-a had to kill the pig ourselves."
"Agreed. I know de perfect place too."
---
"Okay, so, beside the athlete's foot, whatever they did they made a lot of noise. If we just have someone eavesdropping on them at all times, they can't get it on without that person knowing, and we'll have something to blackmail them with. And if it's Bobby, something to sell on E-bay." Roberto said, while rubbing his hands together in a wanna be insidious way.
From the other side of the room Tabitha spoke up. "Uh uh, Rogue's not legal, it's considered child porn. Wait. If she's not legal, and Remy's 21. . ."
"Oh, wow, that's. . .not good." Kitty commented from her place on the armchair.
"Um, I hate to point this out. Okay, actually I don't. How would they fornicate? Last time I checked Rogue still can't touch, and isn't exacty going to get in bed with Remy anytime soon, no matter how much he flirts with her." Kurt said, still trying to protect his sister's honor.
"There are alternatives, and Rogue would probably agree to a little bit of. . .playing." Tabitha said, loving the chaos this conversation was causing.
Most people stopped to think about it, or try not to. There was a group shudder.
Finally someone spoke up. "Uh, that eavesdropping everytime they're alone thing, does it apply now?"
"Duh, Ray. What good would it do if we didn't stop them everytime?"
"They're alone outside now." Ray said, shuddering again.
Everyone ran for the backyard.
---
This is actually not the truth. They were alone in the foyer. Rogue was searching for her money, which had been in her coat pocket that morning. Remy was listening to them swapping rumors. He'd only heard from "That's. . .not good."
"Rogue, I t'ink we should get goin'."
Rogue pulled ehr head out of the foyer closet. "Why?"
"De restaurant closes soon."
Rogue sighed and closed the closet door. "So yo' payin'?"
"Yeah. Guess you're goin' out with me after all."
"You can call it whatevah ya want. Ah'm not a material girl."
"You t'ink y' can save face by sayin' dat?"
"Ain't your restaurant gonna close soon?" With that, the game was declared over.
Remy watched her go out to the garage. He congratulated himself. Rogue hadn't insisted on paying her own way, like all the other times they'd gone out to eat. [hmm, Slow and steady does win de race. I'm gettin' somet'in' better than braggin rghts though.]
---
Scott looked up. He heard what sounded like his car starting up. Since he was making sure they didn't try to get to the garage, and hijack an escape vehicle, he ran around to the front of the institute, where Rogue and Remy were already halfway down the driveway. Rogue was sitting in the shotgun seat, putting on her seatbelt, and unbeknownst to Scott, praying silently that Remy remembered the brake pedal before they hit any major streets.
"Damn."
---
Rogue had a death grip on the arm rest. Remy didn't pay attention to that though. He was too busy trying to get out the gates before Scott remembered there were other vehicles to track them down in. She didn't relax until Remy had slowed down.
"Crap. Ah mean, damn." Remy waited for it. "What in the Hell made you do somethin' like that? How forkin' sucidal are you?" (AN: I had to censor Rogue. I don't use words like what she said, and I have no qualms about saying anything else)
"I'm not suicidal. Jus' in a hurry. Doan have time t' explain why I'm leavin' to Scott." [I can' let you hear what de're talkin' 'bout 'til y' in a better mood. I'm a little masochistic, not completely sucidal.] (AN: Admit it, he is.)
Rogue looked at him oddly, but sat back without saying anything else. [The food at this place bettah be good.]
***
Uh, you know the drill.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith