Rahne sat, sweated, and watched those around her. She had to wear pants
because whe couldn't shave her legs. If she shaved, she'd have naked legs
as a wolf, too. Of course, with how much of her wolfishness showed through
on her human side, she couldn't walk around in shorts, either. This left
her where she was now. Sitting in the shade, sweating, and whishing that
Jean hadn't brough Taryn over. As long as a norm was here, she couldn't
wolf out.
She'd tried other options, but they'd all dried up one by one. She couldn't go in the swimming pool because that would mean exposing her hairy legs in a swimming suit and because the smell of clorine drove her away. She couldn't start a water balloon fight because sooner or later somebody would hit Jamie when Taryn was looking. She couldn't go inside because Kitty was inside and she was cooking; Rahne had no intentions of trying any of Kitty's cooking, especially after Dr. McCoy had managed to sell her muffin recipe as a concrete substitute.
So here she was: sitting, sweating, and wishing she were anywhere but here. The a though finally occurred to her. Jean was the only one who liked Taryn. She could sit, sweat, and plan how she'd make sure Taryn never came to the Institute again. Kurt and Bobby had to be around here somewhere...
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Short, I know, but my Rahne muse ran away.
She'd tried other options, but they'd all dried up one by one. She couldn't go in the swimming pool because that would mean exposing her hairy legs in a swimming suit and because the smell of clorine drove her away. She couldn't start a water balloon fight because sooner or later somebody would hit Jamie when Taryn was looking. She couldn't go inside because Kitty was inside and she was cooking; Rahne had no intentions of trying any of Kitty's cooking, especially after Dr. McCoy had managed to sell her muffin recipe as a concrete substitute.
So here she was: sitting, sweating, and wishing she were anywhere but here. The a though finally occurred to her. Jean was the only one who liked Taryn. She could sit, sweat, and plan how she'd make sure Taryn never came to the Institute again. Kurt and Bobby had to be around here somewhere...
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Short, I know, but my Rahne muse ran away.
