<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Big girls don't cry. Except when they do.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue had dropped her face into her hands again after dismissing Kitty, thinking the girl would just leave. They weren't friends after all. Not enemies, but they weren't close. Kitty owed her nothing, especially now--and Rogue was aware enough to know that she was being a bit of a bitch. And that she had been a bitch, in general, towards Kitty for a few weeks now. But it was all she could do in that moment not to break down crying. For as much as she put forth a tough girl image, this whole ordeal with Heather had hurt her more than she ever would admit.<br/><br/>So she didn't hear Kitty walked closer. She almost didn't even notice the towel being draped around her. But she did, and she tensed, starting to sit up to ask what the hell the girl thought she was doing.<br/><br/>...And that was when Kitty hugged her.<br/><br/>Rogue froze, going completely rigid, out of fear she was about to hurt Kitty. It took her a few moments to really realize that the girl had taken the right precautions to avoid injury, though, as long as she didn't start causing a fit. But the sentiment was too much for the Southern belle. The comfort she had been rejecting all day from those that new her, now coming from the girl that had helped start all these problems, a girl she wasn't even friends with...She started to cry. Her shoulders shook once, twice, as she took in a strangled breath. Her weight shifted slightly back against the smaller girl, as she buckled over slightly, tears falling from her eyes. She didn't sob, or make a sound. She just trembled, as emotions she tried so hard to suppress came bubbling out.