<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Could cut the stress with a knife.<br/><hr/><br/>A small shift was made as she felt Rogue's weight begin to lean against her. Those arms seemed to tighten their hold....not restricting, merely holding secure, letting the tough southerner know that she had support. Gently, she would lead Rogue down to the floor, until they were both settled down in an almost sitting position....Rogue sitting, and Kitty kneeling behind her.<br/><br/>All Kitty could do was offer warmth and support. Letting Rogue cry it out, Kitty braved the possibility of being zapped by Rogue's powers by gently nuzzling the back of the belle's head, her voice soft and soothing. "It's alright....I got you. Just us....you can let it out..." Kitty wasn't trying to get fresh with Rogue, merely trying to be a form of support for the seeming loner, the woman who always acted so tough in public. It was a side that Kitty hadn't ever seen of Rogue...had never thought even existed. Kitty felt foolish for not realizing it was a front sooner. Of course Rogue felt like anyone else...perhaps moreso because of her power.<br/><br/>Kitty vowed at that moment not to make her feel this way again.