ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ has a (dangerous_touch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-01 09:16:00 |
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Rogue hated running. Like legitimately hated to run. It was awful. There was pain involved because she really wasn’t used to running. Shin splints hurt. But right now running was fueled by someone calling her flabby. Or for fuck’s sake! Flabby?! She hadn’t thought it was going to be easy. But she wasn’t ready for flabby. The only time she thinks like a girl is when someone calls her flabby or fat or anything of the sort. Woe be it to anyone who gets in her way, tries to rob her or harass her. She was ready to just drop whoever got in her way and leave them in the dust. She might be a little angry. Which is why she actually made it to Logan. Of course she felt gross by the time she got there. Not that sweat was bad, but her hair was damp with it. Paired with her feeling like she was half dead, she had no idea how she was going to actually punch him but she would. It was more of a thud crash on the door instead of a knock. She was tired. Running sucked. “I hate running” she grouched. Logan didn’t really think she was flabby but it was a very good motivator. He figured if she was able to complain, she was able to get off her ass and start running. It was a good warm up for more advanced exercises. If she wasn’t careful she’d get the full Kitty treatment, which wasn’t fun at all. He was waiting for her on the balcony of the trashy little apartment complex he’d moved into. He tossed her a water bottle. “Took you long enough.” She caught the bottle out of the air and almost hugged it. She wisely bit back a comment until after she'd had a drink. "Shut it. I hate running." She said with a lopsided grin. She'd died somewhere back a few blocks. Miles. She'd had to kick her own a to make it. Rogue didn't want to die in getting back into shape for her new side job, but it wasn't like she expected it to be easy. "Do I get to use the door or do I have ta climb?" She teased once she got her lungs to listen again. "You could have taken a taxi half the way," Logan pointed out. Except he would have noticed if she hadn't actually run all the way. "Climb." "Nope that's cheating." She said in regards to the taxi. "Am a lot of things, ain't a cheater though. Catch." She lobbed the half empty water bottle back up. She had a feeling she was going to have to climb. That she could manage. Maybe. She found her starting point and clambered up. It wasn't pretty, and the crawl over the rail was more flump then Grace, but she did it. Logan caught the bottle and leaned on the railing again. He watched her flumpt over, then helped her up. "You work a kitchen all day, how the hell are you so winded?" She gladly took the hand up. "I cook. I sit and do paperwork. I don't run... how far was that?" She laughed and shook her head. "running a kitchen is more sedate than going out every night and jumping into fights,and I also don't sleep a whole lot. I've been living on caffeine and naps." She wasn't really winded so much as feeling like jello. Her breathing actually was fine, but oh man was she sweaty feeling. "Three months of being open has kept me busy but in a lazier way" “Six miles,” Logan said, checking his watch. “Not too bad a time, bet we can cut that in half.” Meaning she could cut it in half, no way was Logan going to run 6 miles if he didn’t have to. After all, he could live off beer and still stay mostly in shape with his healing factor. Of course he had to exercise but that was besides the point. More fun to make it look effortless. “Think about hirin’ more help so you can actually stay alive?” She made a face. "I survived six miles after not running at all?!".She sighed in relief. "Well at least I'm not hopeless yet, then." Rogue grinned then nodded a bit, before punching him. Because she said she was going to. "Yeah I'm going to have to. New thing is going to have me taking days off" Logan fixed his nose. “Yeah, a weekend. People died for that, you know.” And he was serious, and he may have seen some of those riots himself. Rogue brushed her knuckles off. "I don't know what's gotten into this place lately." She stretched a bit then sighed. "Ain't had a good reason to take days off." A slow shrug. She'd been keeping the cafe clear of trouble by staying there as much as possible. “Rogue, you’re gonna need to learn when to trust people to handle your shit for you. That’s what you pay them for. Even those real expensive chefs teach people to do their shit so they can have time to do other stuff sometimes.” He clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Fuck, do you want to turn into a pastry or somethin’?” She finally actually looked at him, her lips pursed. "I just.. I don't want to fuck this up. " her nose wrinkled up as she shook her head and did her best not to flinch from his hand. She had better control and she was covered but it was habit. "No, I don't. I already contemplated hiring someone to do all the paperwork and shit." Rogue smiled, a small one. ", what's with this getting me to talk thing?" Logan squeezed her shoulder. “You won’t fuck it up. You just gotta make sure you don’t fuck yourself up in the process. Set some time for yourself. Do things that are fun. Keep yourself in shape. Date. Whatever.” "I don't date." She snorted at him. "I'm still all knock people out, ain't worth the migraine. Not that Lina and Cindy worry about that, should hear their suggestions." She nudged him lightly, though, with a laugh. "But keeping in shape is why I'm harassing you, jeez, get with the program." "Friends do like to get involved in your sex life. The real creative ones can help you get past the power issue." Logan walked to the fridge. "Beer?" "Beer is going to mean extra burpees or something isn't it?" She asked even though she grinned. "Beer me."Then a hearty, honest laugh. "Seriously. You have no idea. They know who I like and are utterly merciless." She leaned on the counter. "I'm still not used to having girl friends who care about my sex life. It's weird." “Beer is part of a healthy diet,” Logan deadpanned. “Remind me to avoid havin’ girl friends who care about my sex life.” He got more than enough when he wanted it. That mysterious whatever of his. She cracked a grin at that. "Then I'll enjoy the beer." She ran her hand through her hair, and shook her head. "I'll make sure to remind you. It's no fun." Okay it was hilarious. Rogue took their teasing in stride then hid when she was red faced, ignore the fact her cheeks were red. "So. Now that you're back. I look forward to getting whipped into shape. How brutal?" Logan crushed his now empty can. “You’re gonna want to take tomorrow off.” She finished hers with a barely visible wince. Well, she asked for it. She set the can down. "Noted. I'm ready, then." And Logan’s fist snapped out. She ducked but he was faster and she took it on the shoulder and knocked into the counter, remembering she'd been leaning. Bad plan. She darted off to the side, trying to herself movement room. Logan swept his feet out, trying to trip her up as she darted off. He sprung up, moving like he weighed about half his three-hundred pounds. He tripped her, catching her back foot. She rolled with the fall, though, pivoting as she got to her feet and launched herself at him fingers searching for a grip to throw him with. Logan planted both of his feet, making it harder to throw him. Instead, he grabbed, trying to get her head under his arm so he could flip her! She dug in as best she could in sneakers on a floor. Muscles strained, she'd lost momentum and he was heavier than she was. And now all her effort was in keeping her head free, she risked it and tried to drive a knee into his gut. “Oof! Don’t make me suplex you,darlin’.” If he could talk it meant she wasn’t working him hard enough. Rogue snorted at that and rolled her eyes, untangling her arms so she could swing at him, aiming for ribs, it wasn't that she was ok with the idea so much as she found it hilarious. Logan grab at her arms anyway, with every intention of tossing her like a rag doll! Rogue gets flying lessons, courtesy of Logan. Landing with a thud on her back and a whoosh as it knocked the air out of her lungs. Ow ow ow ow. She lay there for a moment, tucking her knees up so she could defend herself while she got her breath back. Jerk. “Think you’ve had enough?” Logan leaned against the wall and smirked at her. She glowered. "I ain't broken. Still breathin, ain't quittin." As she rolled to her feet, she was going to feel all those in the morning. Eyes were bright, a grin stuck on her face. “Well then.” Logan rolled his shoulders. They were going to be here all night. Just the way she liked it. She would regret it later... |