<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 reflects on each of her roommates and gives one last peep show before exiting<br/><hr/><br/>Laura had been waiting for a disgusted reaction from Netty as Laura popped her claws, but there was nothing immediate or visceral besides a small cringe. There wasn't a large number of people who didn't turn their nose up at the sight of the adamantium blade rippling out from the space between her knuckles, whether it was the friends Laura had made while living homeless on the streets, the pimps and johns that had terrorized her for too many years, or even other students at Xavier's. She wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that the other girl was mostly unaffected, but it was definitely interesting.<strong>"Sucks, yeah,"</strong>she said quietly, having run out of her gruffness and attitude, silently exchanging looks between Netty and Rahne as she continued to kneel and eat her breakfast.<br/><br/>Between Netty and Rahne's compliments, Laura grew a small blush and a small smirk, unable to open her mouth or make a sound. She was not so used to receiving praise, and didn't know how to process it. She was grateful, but she just clammed up and looked funny whenever something like that felt good. She was getting warm, too warm... Besides the spandex and her rising body temperature, Laura had parked herself in a spot where the morning sun was magnifying through the windows and onto her, having just peeked out of a cloud. Laura held her plate carefully and stood up to retreat to her bed, sprawling lazily back and resting her head and shoulders on the adjacent wall, eating her foot slowly as she continued to examine her roommates. Rahne was busying herself in her corner, speaking lowly to nobody in particular. Laura had noticed it before, something that Rahne did whenever things were... Weird.<em>Am I being weird right now?</em>She truly had no barometer for Rahne.<br/><br/>She had eaten fast. Laura's diet consisted of 3,000 calories a day minimum, more if she was working out. Rahne had been generous in piling onto Laura's plate, but her stomach was still rumbling afterwards, especially as she thought forward to the afternoon's danger room session.<strong>"Thanks Rahney,"</strong>Laura said lowly, eyes cast towards the redhead as she raised her plate in salute to her. Thinking of refilling the plate, Laura hopped to her feet and began towards the doorway, but stopped in her tracks. As proud as she was of the Wolverine costume that Jean had given her, there was a twinge of self-consciousness in strolling throughout the school wearing it. She had indulged herself by putting it on there and now, under the pretension of just wanting to make sure it fit like Jean said. Laura wanted the first time she was seen by the rest of her peers to be in the Danger Room, in action.<br/><br/>The dark-haired girl gave a slight shiver, and set her plate on her bed. Once again, facing the closet, Laura began to strip clean, giving Netty and Rahne a good look at her shoulders, back and ass before she threw on the loosest things she could find in her wardrobe. The smile she shot back at her roommates was impossible to read; Either she knew exactly what she had just done to them, or it had just been typical Laura and her lack of boundaries and respectability. Regardless of her intent, she was out the door, plate in hand, ready to put together another dozen sausage links down in the cafeteria.