Logan sniffed and tried to resist the urge to snarl. Rogue had done it again. How long would she get it, why he dragged her down to the Danger Room for early morning work-outs? It used to be all the girls, but slowly the girls started realizing what that disgusted turn to his nose was all about and left off. Rogue wasn't dense. Even Kitty understood and followed the unwritten code, but not Rogue.

She'd even talked to Rahne, and learned that Rahne didn't wear make-up because the scent bothered her sense of smell, but she still didn't get it. How long would it be before the girl wised up and left that gunk out of his sessions?

There was a bad side to having a heightened sense of smell. A person could smell everything, including those disgusting concoctions the girls put on their faces. He'd been around civilization long enough to reign in his gag reflexes, but they still all smelled like they'd just been skunked to him. The perfumes were just as bad. Maybe they smelled good to some people, but Logan's nose was good enough to tell him exactly what went into both them and the make-up.

It wasn't always this bad. Original make-ups hadn't been this synthetic junk. They'd beet crushed plants and minerals. Those scents he was used to, and could handle just fine. He was around them all the time. It did always seem a little odd for women to smell like rocks and weeds, though.

Some days, he was tempted to become a little more talkative just long enough to tell the girls exactly what went onto their faces. He smelled nasty chemicals and faintly, but just strong enough for his nose to detect, other things. He'd been around before all the synthetics and knew what the natural things smelled like. Some were nothing much, things like flowers and minerals, but others were basically ground-up dead animal parts. Maybe it would have the same effect as the 'what goes into hot dogs' lecture, and they'd leave that noxious stuff off their faces.

Kitty was the only one who didn't bother him. She'd gotten on a nature kick before he met her and all her make-ups were straight herbal. He'd been in the wild long enough that even the more pungent plant smells didn't bother him, and hers were fine. Of course, he'd never tell the Half-pint that was part of the reason he avoided her less than the other girls.

Now back to Rogue in the Danger Room. Normal exposure he'd gotten used to, but it was ten times worse when it was freshly applied, and became a hundred times worse if the person under that freshly applied make-up started sweating it off. How long would it be 'til she got it? Afternoons he could understand, but he didn't want make-up in his Danger Room in the morning!

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