Mischief Not Managed

[eloquentnovelist]

Typical day at Xavier's.

Studying, prepping for finals, composing term papers all while trying to maintain a grain of sanity. The mansion was restless, constantly in and out the doors in debate of whether to study outside or in study halls.

Rogue knew for certain, if she even set foot outside, she would end up doing what she always did outside... Visiting the gardens and becoming familiar with the different textures of leaves and petals that took root in Xavier's land. Rogue was a lot like those plants and flowers. She blossomed outside, became radiant in the sun, and even lovelier in the moon light. Indoors for too long, and she would only wilt.

Focus. Term paper.

Rogue scrunched her lips in disapproval as she looked down at her outline. There were scribbles and doodles all over the edges of the paper. The sheet was a beautiful mess of scratch outs, write ins, and circled thoughts that would become ideas and manifest into entire paragraphs on her final paper.

A pang in her neck finally made her sit up straight. Setting down her pen, Rogue reached back to knead the muscle connecting her shoulder to her neck. She groaned.... It was rare to feel bare skin on bare skin and she had been studying alone, so why not lose the gloves while writing? Her fingertips dug in deeper and when she felt satisfied, she looked back down at her outline, the window in front of her desk and finally pushed her chair away from the desk. A study break, a quick one, wouldn't hurt.

Yanking her gloves on, Rogue stood and left her room to make the short trip over to Bobby's.

Maybe he wasn't even in. Oh well, worth a shot.

She slumped against the doorway before knocking gently on the hard wood. "Ah don't know about you, but ah could really use a break from writing this term paper."

Just a quick break.

[Tag: Bobby, Pyro]

[captainichimarufan]

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The end of the school year was looming so, it was time for term papers. The young ice mutant did well in school so, he was hard at work. He had a bunch of books and papers spread across his desk. The room was brightly lit and he had the window open for some air. The blue eyed male let go a small sigh as he stared at the paper in front of him. So, far he managed to get down his name and his introduction. His eyes then drifted to look up at the black framed clock on the wall. According to the clock he had been sitting there for hours. He felt disappointed in himself for only having an introduction and a sentence written. After that thought left his head his attention turned to one of his books. Bobby then wrinkled his nose when he could not find what he was looking for. He could of swore that this book had the information he wanted. When he reached the end of the book he opened another one he had on the desk.

After finding what he needed he began on his first body paragraph. As he began the second a knock on the door reached his ears. A voice soon followed which caused him to pause in his writing. After finishing his thought he put his pen down. He then stood up after dogging earing the page he was using in the book. Now that the brunette girl mentioned it a break did sound like a good idea. He was pretty sure that he had been working for half the day. Plus they still had a week left to finish it if he was remembering correctly. When he reached the door he turned the handle and opened it gently. " Sounds like a plan to me. Might cure some of my writers block. " He said to beautiful women that stood before him. From behind him he could hear a wind howling from the open window. So, his mind wondered to hope that he wouldn't come back to his papers on the floor or missing.

[eloquentnovelist]

Bobby opened the door and she seemed to deflate. "Oh thank god. One more minute determining my next paragraph and ah was ready to blow mah brains out." Rogue was always happy to see Bobby. He was always so great to her, so patient and kind and considerate. She was lucky to have him and she knew that. Any time she saw people touch, she reminded herself how much of a blessing he was in her life. And he could always make her laugh. She internally hoped she brought him as much joy as he did.

Peeking past his shoulder, she pointed to the mess that was about to happen. "Ya might wanna shut that before it becomes a headache." Rogue slipped past him, making sure to keep her distance from him as she slid past. Her figure was pressed into the door frame as much as possible before she loosened up and went to close the window by his desk. While she was there, she peeked at his opening sentence. Suddenly, her writer's block didn't sound so bad. Maybe they just needed a distraction for a bit before their minds rejuvenated back into a healthy and critical thinking state. 

"Looks like it's coming along nicely. Ah keep doodling all over mine, but Ah'm sure Professor Munroe isn't gonna be too fond of mah art skills when she's grading the final paper." She stood in Bobby's room and smiled at him. Sweet boy... Sweet sweet boy that gave her stomach the butterflies... Sometimes, she still couldn't believe he was a part of her life. That was the thought behind the smile at lit up her face.