29 January
Boredom. –n.1. the state of being bored; tedium; ennui
"Oh God, there's just nothing to do around here," Ally complained. Her arms were busy trapping food to pull over to the counter to fix herself food as she did this. Rogue complacently munched on a bowl of cereal, watching her with skeptical eyes. "Did I tell you that I was kicked out of that club that basically attacked me?" Rogue looked around her to make sure that Ally was indeed talking to her. "That was the only club even worth singing at. It had a budget that I could agree with."
"You get paid for singin'?" Rogue asked.
"Of course I get paid for singing," Ally sneered. She dropped the last thing from the fridge onto the counter, shutting the door with a foot. "Why else would I do it? It's fun, sure, but I don't think it'd be worth continuing doing it without the money."
"Ah'm not the only X-Man here without a job, am Ah?" Rogue asked. A little bout of panic reached her at the thought. She didn't want to be the one lazy girl that let others take care of her. It wasn't her style.
"Tsh. No." She pulled a couple slices of bread out of the cupboard to make herself a sandwich. "You really think someone like Kurt could get a job? Here?"
"Oh, right." The panic instantly dissipated, giving way to the noncommittal attitude she had earlier. Alison's world and her world were completely separate.
"I did hear that he was part of a circus before coming here, though," Ally commented. "I wouldn't be surprised. He may as well be a blue demon."
"Ah don't think that's very nice," Rogue said. "Ah think he's a good guy. He's always been friendly to me since the day we met. He almost seemed excited that Ah was even talkin' ta him insead'a runnin' the otha' way."
Ally paused to give Rogue a hard stare. "He's nice to you? He's always playing pranks and cracking jokes around me. It's downright irritating."
Rogue shrugged. "Well yeah. He must just think that you're good laughing material? Ah dunno. Ah thought he was as nice to everyone as he was t' me."
"Are you gossiping again?" A new, very deep voice cut into their conversation. The big guy, Piotr, stepped into the room, and was looking directly at Ally. "Gossip is not good for the person. Make happy." Rogue blinked. She didn't think she'd ever heard the guy talk before. His voice was very heavily accented.
"Do you have a brain the size of a pea, Peter? What else is there to do in this building? I'm going crazy with boredom," Ally snapped back.
"Ah, make joke," Piotr responded. "You not ruffle my feathers. Is that what you Americans say? 'Ruffle my feathers?' No matter. You not hurt me with words, but that may not be same with others. I warn you to watch words before you offend others." Piotr picked an apple from the small pile of fruits and turned to Rogue, completely ignoring any other words Ally might have to say. "Your name Rogue, da?"
It took Rogue a moment to figure out that he was even talking to her. She had forgotten that she didn't communicate with everyone in the building. "Uh, yeah. Peter, right?"
"Da. Don't let Alison's words cloud your judgment. You seem good person." With that, he lumbered out of the room, the sharp snap of the apple resounding in the air as he bit it.
"Ugh," Ally scoffed. "I don't think he understands English enough to even know what an insult is."
"Nah, Ah think he got it, Sugah." Rogue had to keep a chuckle to herself at Ally's expression. It was a cross between disgust and bewilderment. In the thirty seconds the Russian was in the room, Rogue immediately liked him. He didn't seem dull to her at all.