Thank you, Apocalypse!
Summary: Exiles. Pre-Skrull world. Nocturne thanks God for Apocalypse.
Disclaimer: The universes and the characters these are based on all belong to Marvel.
Wow. That was amazing.
Four hours. Four whole hours. Non-stop. Finally, I had to shout, enough! I feel like Geena Davis in that scene from the Fly where Jeff Goldblum was in the chair and she was... never mind.
Wow.
Well, I always thought that acrobatics or jogging was strenuous exercise. But, well, I guess that John Proudstar counts as exercise equipment now. I probably burned off ten pounds in there.
Apocalypse may have taken away his sense of taste, but he definitely gave him something to make up for it.
Wow.
Darn it, why is the water so cold? I need hot water to shower properly. Even though unlike dear old Dad, I'm not terribly fuzzy - I'm covered in much shorter fur, like a greyhound - I still feel all clumpy when I am this sweaty.
John's asleep now, I'm surprised he didn't fall asleep sooner. He seemed exhausted, but still, he was able to - to... for four hours!
Wow. I wish all of my boyfriends had been enhanced by Apocalypse.
Ah, hot water. And there is nice, fruit-smelling body wash and shampoo as well. Nothing like a shower to relax you just before going to sleep.
All I can say is, thank God for Apocalypse. Sometime I'll have to tell John that the alterations he is so angry about, the things that Apocalypse did to him - well, they weren't all bad.
Four hours.
Four hours.