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- Guest - 08-25-2024
If Laynia had been a mind-reader, she’d have been deeply touched by the depth of Rogue’s thoughtfulness, her kindness and mindfulness towards others, the way she was both so compassionate and so clever in how she put that compassion into actual play, orchestrating a race instead of just talking. It was both angelic and cunning, the two traits combining into something truly impressive.<br><br>Well, no, if Laynia had been a mind-reader she wouldn’t have gone invading Rogue’s thoughts, but the point stood. <br><br>But of course, she wasn’t privy to Rogue’s actual machinations, so she didn’t know just how deliberately Rogue had done this for her. She just knew that this had been a fun idea, and indeed really freeing, and Rogue seemed like a VERY nice person she wanted to spend more time with for sure. And what a wise lookout on life too!<br><br><b>“There is none other I’d rather be with! You would know all the most fun things to do, I am sure of it!” </b>Laynia had full confidence in this, even if Rogue probably hadn’t traveled that much more than Laynia did. She felt that the Southerner clearly just had an instinct for it; like the race idea! Oh she loved the notion already, she’d seen so many movies about American “girls trips”---<br><br>Oh. What a very good question.<br><br>Tiger dipped his head down into the grass to munch and while Laynia really shouldn’t let him—it was going to get all over the bit— but oh, he’d earned it for being so willing to cut loose for her! And while he misbehaved, she pondered.<br><br>She also noticed the MRD. <br><br>The blitheness of her body language seemed to seep away, replaced by a wary alertness, like an animal that realizes it’s being watched, but isn’t so alarmed as to bolt yet. She kept contemplating the question, but it wasn’t the only thing on her mind now.<br><b><br>“Well,”</b> she began, patting Tiger’s bent-down neck,<br><br><b>“If I had to choose one place. . .it would be somewhere sunny, like a beach, but also very. . .historical, with lots of places to tour, like old buildings and art museums. . .it would probably be somewhere like Italy then, I think. It’s supposed to have this beautiful climate, and it has all those marble statues from the ancient world. . .what about you? Where would you go, if it was just to be one place in all the world.”<br></b><br>Her eyes darted in the direction of the MRD figures,<br><br><b>“And. . .should we be worried?”<br></b><br>Laynia. . .did not like them. No one at the mansion did, of course, but her own past experiences with being thrown in a camp made her extra cagey about a government-sent anti-mutant task force. She knew they were still on their grounds and not doing anything wrong, but. . .she’d also learned in Russia that this didn’t really matter for mutants.