[ The situation with the pool is finally resolved, something Erik could not be more pleased about. Though even taking pleasure in that is something he recognizes as a problem. The little rats in their cage, deprived of every comfort, so very grateful for the smallest scraps bestowed by their uncaring captors.
Still. He has enough clothing at this point to use one of his jumpsuits to make some makeshift swim trunks. The heavy fabric reminding him of nothing so much as the heavy linen swimsuits used to be made out of before the proliferation of synthetic fabrics. How strange. He's on his way to the pool when he notices Rogue.
What she's wearing is perfectly reasonable for exertion. What's noteworthy is that she is the one wearing it. It's so surprising that it takes him a moment to register the scars on her back. He waits until the fatigue forces her to rest before approaching. ]
I see you're taking the space life primer seriously. [ He smiles a little. ] Probably for the best.
Gym
Still. He has enough clothing at this point to use one of his jumpsuits to make some makeshift swim trunks. The heavy fabric reminding him of nothing so much as the heavy linen swimsuits used to be made out of before the proliferation of synthetic fabrics. How strange. He's on his way to the pool when he notices Rogue.
What she's wearing is perfectly reasonable for exertion. What's noteworthy is that she is the one wearing it. It's so surprising that it takes him a moment to register the scars on her back. He waits until the fatigue forces her to rest before approaching. ]
I see you're taking the space life primer seriously. [ He smiles a little. ] Probably for the best.