Changing suits
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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7,513
Reviews:
19
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4
It was late when Eve finally got home and nobody was around which was strange. The place was huge and there were only 9 of them but you always seemed to be bumping into someone. Especially Kat who loved to just pop up into your business. It got really annoying at times! Kat was her best friend though and she loved her like a sister. Although at times it kinda felt more then just sisterly love…
Since Eve had first shown up Kat and her had been really close, helping Eve get adjusted to the house and everyone. If anyone could teach you about adjustment, it was the blue demon girl who, no matter how annoying she could be, you just had to love her. But Eve was starting to think that her love of Kat was starting to get a little more intense then being just friends. Which would actually be kinda cool if she was turning lezzie, would show that fucking Petra that she wasn’t just posing and afraid! How could that fucking gutter slut think she was afraid to be a girl? Who would want to be girly anyway??
She was still on her Petra Maximoff hate parade when she turned into the rec room and saw Rogue sitting, there flipping through the channels. He was resting his dyed black head on the armrest and looking bored in a black long sleeve, jeans, socks and gloves, a spiked dog collar around his neck. Everything about him said fuck off. Eve debated going in before thinking it might make her feel better to rant at someone about all this and even if Rogue wasn’t the most sensitive guy in the world he might at least pretend to sit there and listen.
Rogue on the other hand had no interest in even pretending to sit there and listen to Eve blather on about her fucked up little life. So when she vaulted over the back of the couch, plopped down beside him and asked “what’s up?” a slight wave of nausea came over him.
Rogue had never really become “one of the family” as Grey liked to put it sometimes. God that guy could be so gay sometimes but that wasn’t the point. The rest of the house just didn’t get the fact that he liked to be alone, period. Just because he had left the sisterhood house didn’t mean he wanted to become all chatty and buddy buddy.
What was it about these people that made them so thick headed?
“-so then the bitch says that I’m afraid of being a girl!” Eve nearly shouted, cutting through Rogue’s thoughts. Petra really could be a bitch at times and probably only said it to get under Eve’s skin like always. Hell, when Rogue lived there she used to actually draw up flow charts of how to make Eve’s life miserable. But she might have caught onto something about the whole afraid thing. Or at least Rogue could use to make Eve go away.
“-and then she just ran off like always! How could you stand living with her!” Eve finished. It was emenement, not a question.
“Whatevah, she has a point,” Rogue said, never taking his eyes off the screen he was still flicking through, his southern drawl evident.
Response so contrary to what she was expecting, short-circuited Eve’s brain for a moment and all she could say was “huh?”
“All ah mean is, you do seem a little too butch for your own good, ya know?” Rogue, sat up, kinda enjoying the look of horror on Eve’s face, mouth hanging open. He considered a crack about cocksucker’s cramp but then glossed over it. “When was the last time you were on a date anyway?”
“Wha-what does that have to do with fucking anything??” Eve exploded, not believing what she was hearing. Little bumps were starting to show up under Eve’s skin.
“Ah mean its like you are afraid to really be a girl, like you couldn’t attract a guy if your life depended on it or something,” Rogue went on, really digging it in. Teach this bitch to come to him with her problems when he had enough of his own.
Eve sputtered for a moment, trying to find words that could express. “What the hell is the matter with you? How could you say that??”
Rogue simply shrugged with a little grin, “just seems obvious is all, I know id never go out with you.”
“Why would I want to go out with you?” Eve spat. “You can’t even touch, look whose talking about not having any options!”
Rogue, long since perfecting the art of ignoring what people say and feel said, “yeah maybe. Goes to show how little you matter to guys if I wouldn’t touch your dykey ass with a ten foot pole.”
He might have seen the punch coming if he hadn’t been watching the T.V instead and it caught him perfectly in the cheek, snapping his head the other way. He might have tried to hit her back but Eve had already got off the couch and ran out of the room, nearly knocking over Kat and her load of food on the way.
“Gott!” she exclaimed, juggling it all, before yelling after Eve what was the matter. Kat turned into the rec room and saw Rogue there, rubbing his cheek.
“Vhat happened??” Kat’s tail was lashing furiously, showing how torn she was between running after Eve and staying to find out from Rogue.
“Beats me,” he replied non-chalantly. “She was whining about Petra again and I guess I said the wrong thing.” He added with a shrug.
“Maybe I should go talk to her,” Kat thought heading out.
“Nah, give her time to herself,” Rogue said, not wanting Kat to go. She was maybe the only one he actually liked, the only one with a real problem like him but didn’t whine about it. “What cha got there?”
Looking down into her arms, Kat chuckled. “A triple baloney, cheese and bacon sandwich, twizzlers, ring dongs, juice and I think I have couple pears in here somewhere…”
Rogue gave a rare laugh, “man, ah think most girls would actually kill to have your metabolism.”
“Mein gott!” Kat exclaimed, setting the food in the middle of the floor. Her flexible body knotted itself into something looked comfortable to her as Rogue watched avidly. “Having to eat 6 meals a day just to stay conscious is not that great, and when I’m on my period I gain like 60 pounds!”
“Whoa!!!!” Rogue yelled, broken out of his admiration. “Too much info!”
Since Eve had first shown up Kat and her had been really close, helping Eve get adjusted to the house and everyone. If anyone could teach you about adjustment, it was the blue demon girl who, no matter how annoying she could be, you just had to love her. But Eve was starting to think that her love of Kat was starting to get a little more intense then being just friends. Which would actually be kinda cool if she was turning lezzie, would show that fucking Petra that she wasn’t just posing and afraid! How could that fucking gutter slut think she was afraid to be a girl? Who would want to be girly anyway??
She was still on her Petra Maximoff hate parade when she turned into the rec room and saw Rogue sitting, there flipping through the channels. He was resting his dyed black head on the armrest and looking bored in a black long sleeve, jeans, socks and gloves, a spiked dog collar around his neck. Everything about him said fuck off. Eve debated going in before thinking it might make her feel better to rant at someone about all this and even if Rogue wasn’t the most sensitive guy in the world he might at least pretend to sit there and listen.
Rogue on the other hand had no interest in even pretending to sit there and listen to Eve blather on about her fucked up little life. So when she vaulted over the back of the couch, plopped down beside him and asked “what’s up?” a slight wave of nausea came over him.
Rogue had never really become “one of the family” as Grey liked to put it sometimes. God that guy could be so gay sometimes but that wasn’t the point. The rest of the house just didn’t get the fact that he liked to be alone, period. Just because he had left the sisterhood house didn’t mean he wanted to become all chatty and buddy buddy.
What was it about these people that made them so thick headed?
“-so then the bitch says that I’m afraid of being a girl!” Eve nearly shouted, cutting through Rogue’s thoughts. Petra really could be a bitch at times and probably only said it to get under Eve’s skin like always. Hell, when Rogue lived there she used to actually draw up flow charts of how to make Eve’s life miserable. But she might have caught onto something about the whole afraid thing. Or at least Rogue could use to make Eve go away.
“-and then she just ran off like always! How could you stand living with her!” Eve finished. It was emenement, not a question.
“Whatevah, she has a point,” Rogue said, never taking his eyes off the screen he was still flicking through, his southern drawl evident.
Response so contrary to what she was expecting, short-circuited Eve’s brain for a moment and all she could say was “huh?”
“All ah mean is, you do seem a little too butch for your own good, ya know?” Rogue, sat up, kinda enjoying the look of horror on Eve’s face, mouth hanging open. He considered a crack about cocksucker’s cramp but then glossed over it. “When was the last time you were on a date anyway?”
“Wha-what does that have to do with fucking anything??” Eve exploded, not believing what she was hearing. Little bumps were starting to show up under Eve’s skin.
“Ah mean its like you are afraid to really be a girl, like you couldn’t attract a guy if your life depended on it or something,” Rogue went on, really digging it in. Teach this bitch to come to him with her problems when he had enough of his own.
Eve sputtered for a moment, trying to find words that could express. “What the hell is the matter with you? How could you say that??”
Rogue simply shrugged with a little grin, “just seems obvious is all, I know id never go out with you.”
“Why would I want to go out with you?” Eve spat. “You can’t even touch, look whose talking about not having any options!”
Rogue, long since perfecting the art of ignoring what people say and feel said, “yeah maybe. Goes to show how little you matter to guys if I wouldn’t touch your dykey ass with a ten foot pole.”
He might have seen the punch coming if he hadn’t been watching the T.V instead and it caught him perfectly in the cheek, snapping his head the other way. He might have tried to hit her back but Eve had already got off the couch and ran out of the room, nearly knocking over Kat and her load of food on the way.
“Gott!” she exclaimed, juggling it all, before yelling after Eve what was the matter. Kat turned into the rec room and saw Rogue there, rubbing his cheek.
“Vhat happened??” Kat’s tail was lashing furiously, showing how torn she was between running after Eve and staying to find out from Rogue.
“Beats me,” he replied non-chalantly. “She was whining about Petra again and I guess I said the wrong thing.” He added with a shrug.
“Maybe I should go talk to her,” Kat thought heading out.
“Nah, give her time to herself,” Rogue said, not wanting Kat to go. She was maybe the only one he actually liked, the only one with a real problem like him but didn’t whine about it. “What cha got there?”
Looking down into her arms, Kat chuckled. “A triple baloney, cheese and bacon sandwich, twizzlers, ring dongs, juice and I think I have couple pears in here somewhere…”
Rogue gave a rare laugh, “man, ah think most girls would actually kill to have your metabolism.”
“Mein gott!” Kat exclaimed, setting the food in the middle of the floor. Her flexible body knotted itself into something looked comfortable to her as Rogue watched avidly. “Having to eat 6 meals a day just to stay conscious is not that great, and when I’m on my period I gain like 60 pounds!”
“Whoa!!!!” Rogue yelled, broken out of his admiration. “Too much info!”