<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sc0daiw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the school lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura gets a little emotional but keeps herself in check<br/><hr/><br/>She fumbled with the uniform, trying to get a good look at it, shivering with nervous delight as she felt it and imagined it on her skin. To help her, Jean used her powers to make the suit levitate in front of Laura, and the younger woman let it slip out of her hands as it floated between them, even filling out as if an invisible woman were wearing it.<strong>"It's... Perfect..."</strong>Her words struggled to form, gripped with emotion. She was shaking slightly, nervous and giddy and a little cold, as the sun was still early in the eastern sky, and maybe hunger was getting to her for ignoring breakfast in favor of her morning workout... She felt incredibly uncomfortable, but in a way she couldn't describe. It wasn't simple the cold or the mournful tummy, it was a flood of grief for her father that had been held back, letting out in little spurts here and there when she'd let it, but otherwise keeping it tucked inside, afraid to show it.<br/><br/>Laura gave a nervous lick of her dry lips, and took a big side-step, so that the Wolverine uniform wasn't directly between the two girls. Her dark head glanced side to side, wary of anyone staring at the two of them and their strange display on the school lawn. Jean might have thought Laura was appraising the scene for witnesses before lunging at her with lethal intent, and Laura did indeed take a sudden lurch towards the red-headed psychic, but... Instead of going at her with claws or fists, Laura wrapped her arms around Jean's shoulders, standing on her toes to compensate for the near half foot the psychic had on her, and gave Jean a brief, awkward hug. Laura didn't do hugs, but she didn't know how to express herself and her gratitude in any better form.<br/><br/>A second later she pulled away, and rubbed anxiously at her naked forearm, gazing down at her boots in the dewy grass before sheepishly looking up at the still-floating uniform. Laura took each piece of the navy and yellow spandex and carefully pulled it into her arms, and then stuffed it back into the bag in which it'd been presented.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you. I umm, I really needed a uniform for the team stuff. I mean, otherwise it would have just been like, shorts and a t-shirt."</strong>That wasn't entirely true, but Laura was still so overwhelmed that her greater mental faculties were buzzing around her head like a restless fly.<br/><br/>The younger girl glanced back at the mansion, then back to Jean. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but Laura was in a rush to sprint back to her room to try it on. Still, she felt like she owed Jean, but what could she say? Finally, Laura slowly murmured,<strong>"I owe you. Anything you want. I promise I'll get it for you."</strong>