<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campus Athletic Center<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura talks a lot, nervously, as she prepares to begin her workout<br/><hr/><br/>Even though she'd just asked, even though Netty was already in her Gym clothes, even though they'd agreed to it... Even though it had been Netty's idea in the first place, Laura was surprised when Netty agreed to go to gym with her.<strong>"Uhh... Oh! Sweet!"</strong>Confusion evaporated into genuine enthusiasm as she threw the duffel bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. In the span of a dozen steps, she looked back at Netty twice, making sure that she wasn't backing out on her promise. And, of course, there was just something thrilling about looking at her. Netty followed, and closed the door behind her, and to Laura, that meant a lot.<strong>"C'mon, it's this way."</strong><br/><br/>Her guy was tingly for a few reasons. It was the midpoint between lunch and dinner, and after the workout she had planned, Laura would be trembling with hunger before the lunch ladies would even get busy in the kitchen. On top of that, she was bristling with energy that needed to be worked off somehow. And on top of that, she kept looking back at Netty. Laura ran a hand through her dark hair, sweeping it out of her eyes self-consciously, and performed that same mindless gesture a few times, wondering if she looked foolish, her hair such a mess after jogging. She wanted to say something, but Laura didn't have anything interesting to say, and she didn't know if she should be asking her any questions. There were a lot of things she wanted to know about Netty, but at the same time, something told her that she was  pretty into what she already knew about her roommate.<br/><br/>It was either the eager pace that the regenerative mutant set, or her mind burned with so much confusion, but they arrived at the gym sooner than later.<strong>"Good. We're here."</strong>She was a useless narrator, as if Netty couldn't recognize the gym facility, even if she wasn't as frequent a member as Laura.<strong>"Whats your machine?"</strong>There were long rows of treadmills, stairmasters and stationary bicycles at the entrance, but Laura breezed past all of them, towards another row of more manual machines. She set her sights on something even more simple, a basic, square frame that was about ten feet tall, with a pull-up bar pulled halfway down. Laura tossed her duffel bag down and unzipped it, ruffling through it for a moment before emerging with a pair of protein bars, as well as a pair of well-worn athletic gloves.<br/><br/>Laura quickly slipped the gloves on, then appraised the two bars in her hand. Normally, she could burn through four of them during a workout session just to keep up her energy.  She studied it for a moment then looked back to Netty, and with a timid smile, offered it out as a gift.<strong>"Double chocolate-y. It's good."</strong>After insistently pushing it into Netty's hands, not giving her a moment to refuse, Laura ripped hers open and tore into it like a wild animal, chocolate soon smearing her lips.<strong>"So..."</strong>She came up for breath after chewing and swallowing, trying to think of something to say. Even though she felt such an urgent compulsion to begin her workout, she sensed that there was something between them. It wasn't her regular senses that tipped her off, but something else. Instinct. Woman's intuition.<br/><br/><strong>"...Where'd you come from, before Xavier's, anyways? Was it cool? This place is so... Not cool."</strong>She took a timid bite of her snack, not letting her hunger steal her attention away as she stared up with her light green eyes, wondering after the fact if her question had been stupid.