She rolled her eyes and huffed when Alison called her Smurfette, but she was somewhat glad that she took her hand with close to no hesitation. “Buckle up, Blondie,” she said with a chuckle before she focused and BAMFed them to the Institute safely.
No tricks, no homicide attempt. Just the plain old Xavier… Well, no longer Xavier, here. Jean Grey Institute. “Ah’m sure ya can find someone willin’ ta give you a ride to pick up your wrecked bike, an’ help ya get it to a garage,” she motioned to the main building.
Alison groaned. She wasn’t really the most popular X-person on the planet, especially to a bunch of kids who barely knew who she was. It was worth a shot, though she really wasn’t in the mood for such a longshot–Longshot. And now she was just in an overall terrible mood, it was like hell had decided to rule over her day. 
"Wait! Rogue! You’re just going to leave me here! With these … hooligans!“ Alison complained in a rushed tone.
thatcrawlergirl-blog reblogged this from lightengale-archive-blog and added: Rogue stopped in her tracks, her tail flicking, intrigued. She turned to face the blonde woman, keeping the smug look...
lightengale-archive-blog reblogged this from thatcrawlergirl-blog and added: Alison groaned. She wasn’t really the most popular X-person on the planet, especially to a bunch of kids who barely knew...
