Rogue (ex_gloved650) wrote in parabolical, |
It was a late. Night had fallen hours ago, but Rogue was still roaming about in the park. She'd heard about the vampires and demons and knew full well that this was when they prowled, but in her defense, she was feeling restless.
Sometimes she wondered if she had absorbed more from Logan than just his powers and memories, judging how many personality traits of his she seemed to have developed. She craved things like beer and cigars, both of which she had never been a big fan before she'd touched him. There was even some instances when she really felt up for a scrap, which was weird in itself, considering she'd never been one for fighting before.
Maybe it wasn't so strange, considering how long she had hung into him, though. He had brought her back from the brink of death, after all.
Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she watched while a man took up residence on the swing set. She hadn't meant to stare, but he was the only other person (besides herself) that seemed to be out there. So it was only natural that her gaze had been drawn into his direction.
Then she noticed him staring back and her face flushed in embarrassment. Good thing it was dark, or it would've been obvious.
"A little old ta be on that thing, don't ya think?" she called out, trying not to let the awkwardness shine through.