[Hearing laughter come from Ororo and seeing a slight smile on his face makes her grin. It's unguarded and warm, and soon she's making a sound close to laughter. She doesn't, however, shoo very far away from the food he's working on. she's got her eyes on it, and makes a grab for it. ]
But you are mine. I should be the one giving you to her.
[She likes seeing him happy like this. He's at ease, and it's a new side of him that leaves her feeling playful. So she keeps up the flat dramatic act, the mine in this sense being a familial claim. ]
[She stubbornly refuses, before prattling off a couple of sentences in Spanish. In the end though, she relents. Not because he's told her to wash her hands but because she wants to talk to Ororo. She tears her wrist out of his hold and stomps her way over to the sink, where she uses no grace at whatsoever to loudly wash her hands.
Without soap.
She glances over at him, sighs like she's really put out, and then washes her hands again. This time with soap. Drying them on her pants, she stomps back over to Logan and holds out her hand expectantly.]
[ Leaning back against the counter, he watches her carry on, the dedicated little drama queen. He'll let the pant wipe go; it's not worth another flurry of threats. On the upside, he's starting to pick up a few key phrases from her, phrases he suspects aren't to be used in mixed company, as they say.
Logan huffs at her remark, punctuating it with the roll of his eyes, but finally hands over the TAB. ]
[ She listens to their little standoff with amusement, making her way over to a window while she waits, as always feeling that unsettling disconnect when she does.
The mansion is the same, but the views from its window most certainly are not.
When she hears that Laura has claimed her prize for washing her hands, she speaks up again. ]
[ He'll just pick his plate up so she can't reach, listening to Laura's end of the conversation. That tricky child!
Once it seems like they've struck an accord, he holds a hand out for the phone. TAB. Whatever, but he neglects to realize he's brought his sandwich within range, too. ]
[Laura doesn't really have any interest in talking over the TAB anymore, so she willingly hands it over. His putting the sandwich within grabbing range means she makes a scramble to grab it right out of his hands so she can eat it instead. Look at her, dad. She's so thin and small. She needs it more.]
You will bring me somewhere too.
[She gloats, smiling as she takes a big bite out of that sandwich (assuming she actually manages to grab it, that is).]
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Storm says she'll give me back. Sounds pretty reluctant.
[ Now let him shoo her away from the food on the counter and toward the sink. ]
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But you are mine. I should be the one giving you to her.
[She likes seeing him happy like this. He's at ease, and it's a new side of him that leaves her feeling playful. So she keeps up the flat dramatic act, the mine in this sense being a familial claim. ]
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I can tell I'll have to do this properly. Could you hand Laura your TAB for a sec?
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[ He wrinkles his nose at her, the scent of rubber almost overpowering, and his expression turns expectant. ]
Yeah, Laura can talk. Once she's washed her hands.
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No.
[She stubbornly refuses, before prattling off a couple of sentences in Spanish. In the end though, she relents. Not because he's told her to wash her hands but because she wants to talk to Ororo. She tears her wrist out of his hold and stomps her way over to the sink, where she uses no grace at whatsoever to loudly wash her hands.
Without soap.
She glances over at him, sighs like she's really put out, and then washes her hands again. This time with soap. Drying them on her pants, she stomps back over to Logan and holds out her hand expectantly.]
You are too old to get married.
[And that's all she has to say about that.]
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Logan huffs at her remark, punctuating it with the roll of his eyes, but finally hands over the TAB. ]
Knock yourself out, kid.
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[ She listens to their little standoff with amusement, making her way over to a window while she waits, as always feeling that unsettling disconnect when she does.
The mansion is the same, but the views from its window most certainly are not.
When she hears that Laura has claimed her prize for washing her hands, she speaks up again. ]
Hello Laura.
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[She softly responds, glancing up at her dad.]
How long will you take him away?
[She may be carefully holding dad's TAB, but that doesn't mean she can't make a sneaky grab for the sandwich again.]
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Just for the evening.
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[She has to actually act like she's deliberating whether or not she'll allow it, obviously.]
When you come back, will you take me somewhere too?
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If you'd like.
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Then I will let you take him.
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[ Such tough negotiations. ]
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[ He'll just pick his plate up so she can't reach, listening to Laura's end of the conversation. That tricky child!
Once it seems like they've struck an accord, he holds a hand out for the phone. TAB. Whatever, but he neglects to realize he's brought his sandwich within range, too. ]
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You will bring me somewhere too.
[She gloats, smiling as she takes a big bite out of that sandwich (assuming she actually manages to grab it, that is).]
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[ That's the last thing Ororo will hear, because Logan accidentally ends the feed in the sudden mad scramble to get his lunch back. ]