<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura meets her new roommate, is completely clueless to Rahne's sudden flight<br/><hr/><br/>Laura's attention on the door was too rapt for her to understand or process the little oath that Rahne whispered, aghast at Wolverine's sudden nudity. The door handle slowly turned, the heart on the other side of the barrier beating hard and fast with anxiety. An attacker? If so, one that wasn't sure of themselves- or, herself, judging by the scent. Curiously, Rahne's little heart was thumping just as fast, but the Scot wasn't that sharp in her senses, was she? Not sure if she should be making a defensive or offensive maneuver, or if she should act like what a normal person would act like, the mutant instead stood and stared dumbly at the door as it popped open, completely unmindful of her exposed breasts and her long, toned legs now on full display to the hallway.<br/><br/>She had seen this student before, but had never interacted with her; It's why she didn't smell totally familiar, but there was a wisp of something recognizable. The few times she had seen the girl that introduced herself as Antoinette, Laura had filed away a few identifying traits: Dark-skinned, long, dreaded hair, thick eyebrows, tall, nearly half a foot taller than her or Rahne... In close quarters, however, those traits were secondary to deep brown eyes and lips that... Laura couldn't describe how Netty's lips made her feel, but it was peculiar, unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, but if that was a good thing. It gave her a brief shiver as she forced her hard stare away from Netty's lovelier features and onto the intruding girl's own eyes. Laura's light greens were full of hostility and suspicion.<br/><br/><strong>"Who're you? I mean, what're you here for?"</strong>The gravity of her tone crackled near the end as she realized that the girl was checking out Laura's nearly naked form, and had even quipped wryly about it. Laura's twitching grin was nearly a mirror of Netty's, though with some added shame as she realized she was probably doing something that normal people wouldn't do, her suspicions confirmed as Rahne, sputtering like an overheating car, ran out of the room like her head was on fire. The door closed behind Netty, leaving her alone with Laura.<br/><br/>With a few quick, desperate tugs, Laura managed to get her uniform over her shoulders, tits and abdomen, the tight, form-fitting spandex hugging her comfortably, just as Jean Grey had assured earlier that morning. Her cowl hung behind her neck like a hood, and she pulled it up and over, pulling her long, black hair through the back to let it fall behind her shoulder blades. She was Wolverine in that moment... Without a belt, boots, or even pants, a plain black pair of boy shorts the only thing worn beneath her waist.<br/><br/>She had been distracted by how pretty this intruder was that it took her a moment longer to notice the suitcase she'd set down by her feet, and the bag slung over one shoulder. Her face tightened with concern; Laura had taken so long to warm up to the idea of having one roommate... It made sense, considering that their dormitory had three living spaces in it, three beds and three desks, but she'd held onto hope that she and the Scot could continue to share the space to themselves.<strong>"Moving in?"</strong>She grunted, her tone not terribly optimistic or welcoming as Laura plopped back down onto her bed and seized the lower half of her uniform, lining her feet up with the holes before she began to shimmy it up her naked legs.