Rogue showed Fox inside, and Xavier glanced up from his paperwork as Rogue left. "Fox.. Welcome. Have a seat." he offered, motioning across the desk.
Fox nodded slightly, taking the offered seat without another word.
Xavier leaned back a little, his eyes cool but not cold at all. "Your powers have improved since last we met. I can tell from here," he commented. It was almost a compliment... almost.
Fox tilted an eyebrow just slightly as he shrugged, "'Appens wid age an' use I figuh."
He smiled a bit. "But you have still not refined them," he said bluntly. "I'm going to set you up with a private trainer. I feel you have great potential, Fox. if you wish, after your training is complete, you may even become an X-men yourself."
Fox tilted his head just slightly. "I cin see 'ow it wo'ks," he replied simply, bluntly, obviously not intending to say anymore in response to that.
"Are you interested?" he asked simply.
"Yeah I am," he replied with a small nod.
"Good." He smiled a little. "We will put you on training with Logan, then.
"Aight den," he replied, "wha' else am I gonna be doin'?"
"You won't have much time after training... but if you like, the classes are open for your use so long as you stick with a few of them."
Fox gave a slight nod, "I guess I'll jus' see 'ow trainin' goes firs'."
He nodded softly. "Good. Chameleon is training with Gambit on her days off of classes. This is her final year of schooling, and after that, she wants to attempt at becoming and X-man as well."
Fox tilted his head just slightly. "Wha' 'zactly, does an X-Man, da," he finally asked, knowing he probably should have asked sooner.
"I suppose you could all us, protectors... from groups like the Brotherhood who want all human kind destroyed. A mass murder."
"Oh," said Fox with a slight nod, "kay... is prolly best ta know wha one's gettin' inta 'fore one get's in," he finished to explain his question.
Xavier smiled. "Of course. I'll be happy to answer any of your questions, no need to explain them, Fox."
"Aight," Fox replied, shifting in his seat a bit at that.
"You will start your training immediately. Logan has already planned out a training program for you. I will tell you to beware... He is tough, but fair, and knows when you're ready for another step."
Fox just gave a sharp nod in response, leaving it there because he found no more necessary.
The door opened slightly, and they both turned to see Wolverine standing there, right on cue. "I came to take da kid ta his trainin', if yer don' wit' 'im, Doc."
Fox tilted his head just slightly, looking at Logan before shifting his gaze back to the Professor to see his response.
The professor nodded. "Come back if you have any concerns or questions, Fox. I will see you soon." He motioned for Wolverine to take him out, and Wolverine waited.
Fox got up with a nod, moving to follow the man that awaited him..
Wolverine led Fox out of the office, and began to stalk down the hallway towards the training hall. "What experience ya got in fightin', kid?" he asked without looking back.
Fox gave a shrug. "Street fightin'," he answered roughly, "scrapes foh survival when I couldn' run 'way... Beyond dat," he just shrugged again. There really was nothing beyond that.
"Can't just run away or rely on street fightin' in this line o' work. Ya gotta learn ta think when ya fight. Use whateva ya can to get the upper hand. No such thing as dirty fightin' in a war."
Fox just tilted his head, listening, "Den I'm gonna need ah da help I cin get, cause I know nuttin' but..." He did think when he fought, actually, his problem had always involved too much thinking, too little fighting, but he wasn't going to say that just now.
Logan grunted slightly and didn't really respond, leading him into the training room. He moved to the back of the room, stretched, and turned towards Fox. "Alright, boy... I'm gonna come at you. Show me what you got... and try not to run away." He didn't unsheathe his claws, but came at Fox with his physical prowess all the same.
Fox's first reaction was the predicted one, running, but he managed to hold back, standing where he was as the man approached. At the last minute he dived aside, wishing more then anything this were an alley where her could scoop up loose gravel as his gloved hand hit ground. He swiveled, only one hand having hit ground, rotating on that arm he came back to his feet right behind the man, mind darting through means of attack, but unable to settle on any that would be effective... Why wasn't he supposed to run? That had always been a perfectly acceptable means of getting out of tough spots before.
Wolverine spun easily, knowing exactly where he was at all times. "Fight back, boy, hit me! No amount of dodging's gonna get ye out!" he growled, taking a grab at him again.
Fox jumped backwards, as though he were going into a back-flip, but instead when his hands hit ground he pushed back in the direction he'd come lashing out with his feet at the same moment. His nerves were protesting, but by now there was enough adrenaline pumping through his system that he could ignore them. He didn't respond, saving his energy and concentration on avoiding getting himself too badly beaten up.
Wolverine was ready. He grabbed Fox's feet and arched to slam him into the wall. He grabbed him by the shirt to keep him from it just in time. The teacher narrowed his eyes as he looked at his student. "I stopped cause I know ya got that nerve thing goin' on, kid. When I teach ya how to channel yer pain and ignore it, I won't stop if I catch you again." He set Fox back on the ground. "Again! Faster this time!" And so, the attack came again, as Fox knew it would several more times before the day is done.
Fox didn't like this... at all, but... suddenly, as he darted aside, his mind stumbled on an idea. He shifted, even as he moved, yes the movement made him more easily seen, but his exact movements became harder to trace then if he were totally visible. He dug into a pocket as darted around, pulling out a pocket knife, not opening it, but throwing it at Logan as if it were. The unopened knife shifted to it's normal color as it left Fox's hand...
Wolverine had expected this. He was moving so quick, it was hard to even keep up with his smell. Then he saw the knife... and his instincts sprang to life. In an instant, he swung his arm around on the knife, and there was a pause. Logan lifted up his hand, and the knife was halfway imbedded against the middle of his claws. He growled as he looked at the unopened, practically destroyed blade, his own blood dripping down his knuckles from where they'd cut his skin. His growl got feral, and he looked up to where he saw Fox's eyes standing out against nothing. He flicked his wrist, sending the destroyed blade across the room where it crashed into the wall. He had to remind himself to retract his claws, and with a barely restrained cry of rage, threw himself at Fox.
Fox leapt aside, heart pulsing in sudden fear... Now he was in trouble... His eyes darted for anything he could use to help him, at a point where he couldn't shift back to normal even if he wanted to. Tugging off a glove he pushed it into his pocket, keeping running, though in a tight circle. This wouldn't be pleasant, but he had no way of finding pressure points with thick gloves. He leapt up then, trying to get on the man's back, to get one arm around his neck and to bring the ungloved hand to the pressure point that he knew to be where the neck met the shoulder.
Wolverine felt the movement in the air as Fox passed and tried to touch him. He swung HARD, and grabbed Fox by the wrist. This time, he didn't stop, and slammed the boy into the padded floor. He raised his fist, and extended his claws, and even though he couldn't see Fox's face, saw his eyes, and held the claws near them. Blood dripped slowly down his claws as he stared into Fox's eyes, and a small smile came to Wolverine's lips. "Guess what, Kid. Yer dead." He slunk his claws back in, and stood up, waiting for Fox to recover. Padded or not, he'd swung harder than he'd meant to. "It'll happen more often than you'd probably like to admit. Soon, you'll get strategies down... You didn't do half bad for yer first session, kid."
Fox almost had to force his skin to shift back in color, panting for air. "Buh' dead is dead," he finally mustered, his skin still not quite at normal. His gloved hand dug in the pocket he pushed the other glove into, pulling it on before he forced himself up. He had to hold back a whimper as his whole body protested.
Wolverine nodded, and looked back at him. "Yeh. Dead is dead. By the time I'm done with you, no Brotherhood punk's gonna have a chance. I'll be sure 'o that."
Fox gave the slightest hint of a grin, choosing not to take that as the threat it almost could have been. "Thanks.... ah think..."
"Take a breatha. We'll start again. soon."
Fox just nodded in response, most of the pain that he had felt fading quickly do to the lack of real injuries to keep it there... Most. He wasn't in bad shape either, really, so he got his wind back pretty quickly. He just wasn't too keen on the idea of losing... again... soon.
Through out the day, Wolverine brought him down to the mat several times. But he was improving. Logan was grinding it into his head to use his power when he needed it only, to disappear just in time for your enemy to stumble over himself, and leave him vulnerable for just that second. The sun was setting, and by five, both of them were just sitting on the mat, relaxing, meditating, and for Fox, healing.
Fox ended up standing, even though it hurt to do so, moving to get the badly mangled pocket knife he'd thrown in the first round. Sighing lightly he knelt down to pick it up, looking it over before pushing it into a different pocket then the one he'd pulled it from. He'd had it too long to give it up now, but he needed to remember it wasn't functional. He shouldn't have used it then...
Wolverine smirked a little as he stayed seated meditating. "Get some dinne' kid. I'll see you back here, first thing tomorrow morning."
Fox glanced back over his shoulder, giving a slight nod in response. "Kay," he replied, pushing himself to his feet once more, pausing before he left the training room. "'Fore, ah afteh breakfast," he questioned simply, making sure he knew before he left. Wouldn't want to be late for assuming he meant after.
His smirk widened. "Afta. Where ya thin' I get my strength from, kid? It ain't from that bloody Cajun's coffee, that's fer sure."
Fox grinned lopsidedly in response. "Kay, I'll be 'ere right afteh," he said softly before leaving, making his way to dinner.
Most of the students had already eaten, and he didn't see Chameleon in the dining room. Rather, he heard Gambit's voice from the outside training yard, barking in broken French and English.
Fox grabbed some food, not bothering with the plate so he could carry it out, to see what was happening outside. Sheer curiosity leading him...
When he came out, he saw Gambit throwing flaming cards at Chameleon, who faded in and out, in and out, jumping, flipping, twisting in-between phases to dodged them. "Faster, faster, faster, that's it, Chameleon!" Remy barked as he fired one ahead of her, but she compensated and rolled back into a crouched position, fully phasing in. Her clothing was soaked to the skin with sweat, her hair tightly braided, though stray strands of hair clung to her wet face from the exertion. She stayed crouched, panting sharply, eyes locked on Remy in preparation for the next assault.
Fox just tilted his head, watching, curious.
Remy smiled and slid his cards away. "Very good, chere. Very good." He folded his arms. "That is 'nough fer today, mon ami. Get some rest. You will need it." He bowed slightly, and Chameleon got to shaky feet, bowing a little back. "Merci," she panted in thanks, and Gambit left to his own affairs. Chameleon sat right back down, panting, waiting for the adrenaline to wear.
Fox grinned, coming out to Chameleon as he munched on the food he held in his hands. "Hey beautifu'," he said roughly, a slight smirk creeping over his features.
She looked at him, and smiled softly. "Hey," she panted, and eyed his food. "Ya bring any fer me?" she asked suggestively, and held up her hand. She hadn't eaten since late in the morning between classes.
Fox shrugged, sitting down beside her and holding out what he had, "Seems ta be plen'y ta shah here." If someone else wanted the training field, they could move easily enough, but for now, he saw no harm to it.
She took some of his dinner, eating it ravenously, then laid back on the ground with a sigh of exhaustion, her eyes closed, her skin sticky against the wet clothing. "... I need a shower... I bet I smell bad." She almost grinned.
Fox chuckled and shrugged, "I should 'ead up ta take one mahself soon. I prolly dun smell ta great eitheh."
She grinned and reached up, pulling him down into the grass with her. He felt her tingle in his stomach, and felt no pain against the almost sharp grass as she kept her hand on his arm. She leaned in and sniffed comically. "Naw, ya dun smell all THAT bad... You smell..." She paused. "... Manly." She grinned widely.
Fox chuckled, grinning lopsidedly, "Oh... manly, eh? Manly 'nough ta geh thrown ta deh mat more times den I could coun'..."
"That's Logan for you. He's a hardass, but he knows what he's doing, I can guarantee you that." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, her smile constant. "Very manly."
Fox smirked. "Gladja think sa," he replied simply, meeting her gaze with playful blue eyes.
She smiled again, and gently touched his cheeks with her fingers. "Still wanna be an X-man?" she purred softly.
Fox shrugged, grinning still, "Ne'er said I wan'ed ta be one, jus dat I wan'ed ta be wit ya. Still decidin' on de x-man thing..."
She shrugged a little. "I plan on being one someday... I'm not gonna be helpless anymore like I was with Pyro... No way. That psycho's still out there, and he isn't alone."
Fox gave a small nod, face falling serious, but he said nothing.
She smiled again and leaned up, kissing the tip of his nose. "Let's not even think about that right now. We're safe here." She stood and helped him to his feet. When she pulled him up, their bodies were close... and she didn't stop herself from leaning on him a little affectionately.
Fox's nose wrinkled a bit, but he didn't begrudge her being close, and did nothing to shift it, still saying nothing.
She glanced up at his face, and almost laughed. "What a face you have on, Fox... Should I take it as a hint to take a shower?" she grinned teasingly.
Fox shook his head lightly, grinning again then. "Nah, daz nah what ih was 'bout."
She winked at him and smiled again. She patted his shoulder, and stepped back, stretching. "I'm gonna go take a shower... Why don't you stop by my room after you take yours? It's still early."
Fox tilted his head lightly, "I 'aven't been ta yer room, ya were usin' Rogue's las' nigh'..."
"Well, I get Rogue's room for another two nights while she's gone... So come by there. I'll show you my real room tomorrow."
Fox let his head slide into a nod. "Aight," he said, turning, "I'll see ya theh..."
She nodded, and went inside to shower.
Fox nodded slightly, taking the offered seat without another word.
Xavier leaned back a little, his eyes cool but not cold at all. "Your powers have improved since last we met. I can tell from here," he commented. It was almost a compliment... almost.
Fox tilted an eyebrow just slightly as he shrugged, "'Appens wid age an' use I figuh."
He smiled a bit. "But you have still not refined them," he said bluntly. "I'm going to set you up with a private trainer. I feel you have great potential, Fox. if you wish, after your training is complete, you may even become an X-men yourself."
Fox tilted his head just slightly. "I cin see 'ow it wo'ks," he replied simply, bluntly, obviously not intending to say anymore in response to that.
"Are you interested?" he asked simply.
"Yeah I am," he replied with a small nod.
"Good." He smiled a little. "We will put you on training with Logan, then.
"Aight den," he replied, "wha' else am I gonna be doin'?"
"You won't have much time after training... but if you like, the classes are open for your use so long as you stick with a few of them."
Fox gave a slight nod, "I guess I'll jus' see 'ow trainin' goes firs'."
He nodded softly. "Good. Chameleon is training with Gambit on her days off of classes. This is her final year of schooling, and after that, she wants to attempt at becoming and X-man as well."
Fox tilted his head just slightly. "Wha' 'zactly, does an X-Man, da," he finally asked, knowing he probably should have asked sooner.
"I suppose you could all us, protectors... from groups like the Brotherhood who want all human kind destroyed. A mass murder."
"Oh," said Fox with a slight nod, "kay... is prolly best ta know wha one's gettin' inta 'fore one get's in," he finished to explain his question.
Xavier smiled. "Of course. I'll be happy to answer any of your questions, no need to explain them, Fox."
"Aight," Fox replied, shifting in his seat a bit at that.
"You will start your training immediately. Logan has already planned out a training program for you. I will tell you to beware... He is tough, but fair, and knows when you're ready for another step."
Fox just gave a sharp nod in response, leaving it there because he found no more necessary.
The door opened slightly, and they both turned to see Wolverine standing there, right on cue. "I came to take da kid ta his trainin', if yer don' wit' 'im, Doc."
Fox tilted his head just slightly, looking at Logan before shifting his gaze back to the Professor to see his response.
The professor nodded. "Come back if you have any concerns or questions, Fox. I will see you soon." He motioned for Wolverine to take him out, and Wolverine waited.
Fox got up with a nod, moving to follow the man that awaited him..
Wolverine led Fox out of the office, and began to stalk down the hallway towards the training hall. "What experience ya got in fightin', kid?" he asked without looking back.
Fox gave a shrug. "Street fightin'," he answered roughly, "scrapes foh survival when I couldn' run 'way... Beyond dat," he just shrugged again. There really was nothing beyond that.
"Can't just run away or rely on street fightin' in this line o' work. Ya gotta learn ta think when ya fight. Use whateva ya can to get the upper hand. No such thing as dirty fightin' in a war."
Fox just tilted his head, listening, "Den I'm gonna need ah da help I cin get, cause I know nuttin' but..." He did think when he fought, actually, his problem had always involved too much thinking, too little fighting, but he wasn't going to say that just now.
Logan grunted slightly and didn't really respond, leading him into the training room. He moved to the back of the room, stretched, and turned towards Fox. "Alright, boy... I'm gonna come at you. Show me what you got... and try not to run away." He didn't unsheathe his claws, but came at Fox with his physical prowess all the same.
Fox's first reaction was the predicted one, running, but he managed to hold back, standing where he was as the man approached. At the last minute he dived aside, wishing more then anything this were an alley where her could scoop up loose gravel as his gloved hand hit ground. He swiveled, only one hand having hit ground, rotating on that arm he came back to his feet right behind the man, mind darting through means of attack, but unable to settle on any that would be effective... Why wasn't he supposed to run? That had always been a perfectly acceptable means of getting out of tough spots before.
Wolverine spun easily, knowing exactly where he was at all times. "Fight back, boy, hit me! No amount of dodging's gonna get ye out!" he growled, taking a grab at him again.
Fox jumped backwards, as though he were going into a back-flip, but instead when his hands hit ground he pushed back in the direction he'd come lashing out with his feet at the same moment. His nerves were protesting, but by now there was enough adrenaline pumping through his system that he could ignore them. He didn't respond, saving his energy and concentration on avoiding getting himself too badly beaten up.
Wolverine was ready. He grabbed Fox's feet and arched to slam him into the wall. He grabbed him by the shirt to keep him from it just in time. The teacher narrowed his eyes as he looked at his student. "I stopped cause I know ya got that nerve thing goin' on, kid. When I teach ya how to channel yer pain and ignore it, I won't stop if I catch you again." He set Fox back on the ground. "Again! Faster this time!" And so, the attack came again, as Fox knew it would several more times before the day is done.
Fox didn't like this... at all, but... suddenly, as he darted aside, his mind stumbled on an idea. He shifted, even as he moved, yes the movement made him more easily seen, but his exact movements became harder to trace then if he were totally visible. He dug into a pocket as darted around, pulling out a pocket knife, not opening it, but throwing it at Logan as if it were. The unopened knife shifted to it's normal color as it left Fox's hand...
Wolverine had expected this. He was moving so quick, it was hard to even keep up with his smell. Then he saw the knife... and his instincts sprang to life. In an instant, he swung his arm around on the knife, and there was a pause. Logan lifted up his hand, and the knife was halfway imbedded against the middle of his claws. He growled as he looked at the unopened, practically destroyed blade, his own blood dripping down his knuckles from where they'd cut his skin. His growl got feral, and he looked up to where he saw Fox's eyes standing out against nothing. He flicked his wrist, sending the destroyed blade across the room where it crashed into the wall. He had to remind himself to retract his claws, and with a barely restrained cry of rage, threw himself at Fox.
Fox leapt aside, heart pulsing in sudden fear... Now he was in trouble... His eyes darted for anything he could use to help him, at a point where he couldn't shift back to normal even if he wanted to. Tugging off a glove he pushed it into his pocket, keeping running, though in a tight circle. This wouldn't be pleasant, but he had no way of finding pressure points with thick gloves. He leapt up then, trying to get on the man's back, to get one arm around his neck and to bring the ungloved hand to the pressure point that he knew to be where the neck met the shoulder.
Wolverine felt the movement in the air as Fox passed and tried to touch him. He swung HARD, and grabbed Fox by the wrist. This time, he didn't stop, and slammed the boy into the padded floor. He raised his fist, and extended his claws, and even though he couldn't see Fox's face, saw his eyes, and held the claws near them. Blood dripped slowly down his claws as he stared into Fox's eyes, and a small smile came to Wolverine's lips. "Guess what, Kid. Yer dead." He slunk his claws back in, and stood up, waiting for Fox to recover. Padded or not, he'd swung harder than he'd meant to. "It'll happen more often than you'd probably like to admit. Soon, you'll get strategies down... You didn't do half bad for yer first session, kid."
Fox almost had to force his skin to shift back in color, panting for air. "Buh' dead is dead," he finally mustered, his skin still not quite at normal. His gloved hand dug in the pocket he pushed the other glove into, pulling it on before he forced himself up. He had to hold back a whimper as his whole body protested.
Wolverine nodded, and looked back at him. "Yeh. Dead is dead. By the time I'm done with you, no Brotherhood punk's gonna have a chance. I'll be sure 'o that."
Fox gave the slightest hint of a grin, choosing not to take that as the threat it almost could have been. "Thanks.... ah think..."
"Take a breatha. We'll start again. soon."
Fox just nodded in response, most of the pain that he had felt fading quickly do to the lack of real injuries to keep it there... Most. He wasn't in bad shape either, really, so he got his wind back pretty quickly. He just wasn't too keen on the idea of losing... again... soon.
Through out the day, Wolverine brought him down to the mat several times. But he was improving. Logan was grinding it into his head to use his power when he needed it only, to disappear just in time for your enemy to stumble over himself, and leave him vulnerable for just that second. The sun was setting, and by five, both of them were just sitting on the mat, relaxing, meditating, and for Fox, healing.
Fox ended up standing, even though it hurt to do so, moving to get the badly mangled pocket knife he'd thrown in the first round. Sighing lightly he knelt down to pick it up, looking it over before pushing it into a different pocket then the one he'd pulled it from. He'd had it too long to give it up now, but he needed to remember it wasn't functional. He shouldn't have used it then...
Wolverine smirked a little as he stayed seated meditating. "Get some dinne' kid. I'll see you back here, first thing tomorrow morning."
Fox glanced back over his shoulder, giving a slight nod in response. "Kay," he replied, pushing himself to his feet once more, pausing before he left the training room. "'Fore, ah afteh breakfast," he questioned simply, making sure he knew before he left. Wouldn't want to be late for assuming he meant after.
His smirk widened. "Afta. Where ya thin' I get my strength from, kid? It ain't from that bloody Cajun's coffee, that's fer sure."
Fox grinned lopsidedly in response. "Kay, I'll be 'ere right afteh," he said softly before leaving, making his way to dinner.
Most of the students had already eaten, and he didn't see Chameleon in the dining room. Rather, he heard Gambit's voice from the outside training yard, barking in broken French and English.
Fox grabbed some food, not bothering with the plate so he could carry it out, to see what was happening outside. Sheer curiosity leading him...
When he came out, he saw Gambit throwing flaming cards at Chameleon, who faded in and out, in and out, jumping, flipping, twisting in-between phases to dodged them. "Faster, faster, faster, that's it, Chameleon!" Remy barked as he fired one ahead of her, but she compensated and rolled back into a crouched position, fully phasing in. Her clothing was soaked to the skin with sweat, her hair tightly braided, though stray strands of hair clung to her wet face from the exertion. She stayed crouched, panting sharply, eyes locked on Remy in preparation for the next assault.
Fox just tilted his head, watching, curious.
Remy smiled and slid his cards away. "Very good, chere. Very good." He folded his arms. "That is 'nough fer today, mon ami. Get some rest. You will need it." He bowed slightly, and Chameleon got to shaky feet, bowing a little back. "Merci," she panted in thanks, and Gambit left to his own affairs. Chameleon sat right back down, panting, waiting for the adrenaline to wear.
Fox grinned, coming out to Chameleon as he munched on the food he held in his hands. "Hey beautifu'," he said roughly, a slight smirk creeping over his features.
She looked at him, and smiled softly. "Hey," she panted, and eyed his food. "Ya bring any fer me?" she asked suggestively, and held up her hand. She hadn't eaten since late in the morning between classes.
Fox shrugged, sitting down beside her and holding out what he had, "Seems ta be plen'y ta shah here." If someone else wanted the training field, they could move easily enough, but for now, he saw no harm to it.
She took some of his dinner, eating it ravenously, then laid back on the ground with a sigh of exhaustion, her eyes closed, her skin sticky against the wet clothing. "... I need a shower... I bet I smell bad." She almost grinned.
Fox chuckled and shrugged, "I should 'ead up ta take one mahself soon. I prolly dun smell ta great eitheh."
She grinned and reached up, pulling him down into the grass with her. He felt her tingle in his stomach, and felt no pain against the almost sharp grass as she kept her hand on his arm. She leaned in and sniffed comically. "Naw, ya dun smell all THAT bad... You smell..." She paused. "... Manly." She grinned widely.
Fox chuckled, grinning lopsidedly, "Oh... manly, eh? Manly 'nough ta geh thrown ta deh mat more times den I could coun'..."
"That's Logan for you. He's a hardass, but he knows what he's doing, I can guarantee you that." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, her smile constant. "Very manly."
Fox smirked. "Gladja think sa," he replied simply, meeting her gaze with playful blue eyes.
She smiled again, and gently touched his cheeks with her fingers. "Still wanna be an X-man?" she purred softly.
Fox shrugged, grinning still, "Ne'er said I wan'ed ta be one, jus dat I wan'ed ta be wit ya. Still decidin' on de x-man thing..."
She shrugged a little. "I plan on being one someday... I'm not gonna be helpless anymore like I was with Pyro... No way. That psycho's still out there, and he isn't alone."
Fox gave a small nod, face falling serious, but he said nothing.
She smiled again and leaned up, kissing the tip of his nose. "Let's not even think about that right now. We're safe here." She stood and helped him to his feet. When she pulled him up, their bodies were close... and she didn't stop herself from leaning on him a little affectionately.
Fox's nose wrinkled a bit, but he didn't begrudge her being close, and did nothing to shift it, still saying nothing.
She glanced up at his face, and almost laughed. "What a face you have on, Fox... Should I take it as a hint to take a shower?" she grinned teasingly.
Fox shook his head lightly, grinning again then. "Nah, daz nah what ih was 'bout."
She winked at him and smiled again. She patted his shoulder, and stepped back, stretching. "I'm gonna go take a shower... Why don't you stop by my room after you take yours? It's still early."
Fox tilted his head lightly, "I 'aven't been ta yer room, ya were usin' Rogue's las' nigh'..."
"Well, I get Rogue's room for another two nights while she's gone... So come by there. I'll show you my real room tomorrow."
Fox let his head slide into a nod. "Aight," he said, turning, "I'll see ya theh..."
She nodded, and went inside to shower.
