"Um...Rogue?Like, are you feeling ok?" Kitty questioned slowly, lowering her Sweet 16 magazine in favor of studying her quieter-than-usual roommate.

Rogue grunted in reply and haunched her shoulders, face still buried in her pillow.

"Oh cause like... You haven't talked all afternoon since that incident with Mr. Logan and Remy earlier..."

The goth snickered suddenly and loudly, causing Kitty to eye her cautiously.

"Its totally not funny Rogue! Poor Remy is probably going to need stitches and after all is said and done the Professor is still, like, making them ROOM together!"The brunette threw up her hands, mind now focused on the subject of their new teammates and Rogue's strange behavior completely forgotten."He should have just like, made Remy and SCOTT room together!"

"Kitty."

"Hm?"

"Listen ta what ya'll are sayin' raht now. Preppeh Boy Scott... and Lady Killa Remy LeBeau."

"Well...I think it's kind of cute actually." Kitty brushed prettily, fiddling absently with the dogeared page of her magazine. Rogue stared at her mutely for a second, then threw a wad of a dirty sock at her. Kitty shrieked in disgust and lept back.

"That was like, totally uncool Rogue! Who knows when you wash your clothes! I swear-"

Another shriek of outrage and disgust echoed through the room and beyond, causing passerbys to stop and raise an eyebrow before remembering that The Rogue was also in that room and upon entering they would possibly face the feared death glare and possible physical harm.

Moments later found Kitty scrubbing her face with a facial cleanser and many other types of soap, her blue eyes glaring at her reflection and Rogue's in the background.

The goth was still smiling as she watched her friend try to clean off the "cooties" of the dreaded unclean sock, chin resting on hands as she laid stomach down on her unmade bed.

"So, I like, heard you talked to the Professor earlier." Kitty said, breaking the ice between them with a sigh and returned good humor as she dried her now squeaky clean and slightly pink face."Any ideas of why he had like, the entire mutant population staying at the mansion?"

Rogue frowned, glanced at her sketchbook laying partially poking out from beneath her bed."No, ah sure as hell woulda lahked ta have been warned though. Havin' that darned Cajun waltz raht inta yer room isn't exactly what ah'd call a suprised. More lahke some kinda freakish nightmahre."

Kitty giggled, flopping down on her bed,"Did you see Piotr? Like, oh my GOD! He is like, this giant teddybear and he's so CUTE!"

Growling beneath her breath, Rogue stuffed her pillow over her head once more, trying to drown out the babbling of her roommates voice. Her thoughts drifted towards Remy and Logan and what had occurred shortly after she exited the Professor's office.

"Fight Fight Fight Fight!" Students chanted faintly. Rogue raised an eyebrow, letting her now forgotten sketchbook dangle at her side as she peeked around the corner and stiffled an amused laugh.

Logan was circling Gambit, who was sporting a bruised cheek and split lip. Logan though, had singed remains of shirt hanging off of his hairy form as he growled ferally at his opponent.

Xavier was rubbing his temples and trying to talk without raising his voice over his rambunctious students while Scott shouted and pointed at random kids who were shouting, threatening them with danger room sessions.

"All this ova a room? Whoooo wee... Kinda dramatic, ain't it?"

Rogue glanced at her fellow southerner before nodding and crossing her arms, hip jutting to the side and she surveyed the "fight".

"Ah don't reckon we'll be havin' dinner anytime soon, then?"Sam continued, flashing her a handsome smile.

The goth merely shrugged, straightening and continuing on towards her shared room, the chaos behind her forgotten along with a sheepish and slightly hurt Sam.

She curiously peered into a room that had its door opened. Ah thought nobody slept in here?

Inside were two beds, one queen sized and taking up a portion of the room, while the other was twin sized, a childish orange comforter with fake-looking flames shooting up it with a matching pillow and clothes already scattered every which way contrasting it. A large form suddenly blocked her sight and she forced herself to tilt back her head.

"Excuse me, Rogue?... Do you know where everyone has gone?" Said a thickly Russian accented voice.

Rogue shook her head and sprinted off down the hallway, ignoring the amused voice behind her."Blimey, mate! Ya scared off another sheila!"

"You have no room to talk, my friend. I fear for my life, rooming vith you."

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Yeah... so since I've had questions on why Logan was angry with Remy and everything, I thought I'd clear them up. I was really busy today, and I thought I wasn't going to finish a chapter... but I did, barely. And I apologise for the shortness of it, but I'll pick up right where I left up on the next chapter, which will hopefully be out tomorrow!

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