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Post by Lauren on Feb 10, 2010 13:53:34 GMT
Mystique walked back down across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Lucy. "So what was it you wanted to tell us, Luce?" She asked, remembering how happy Lucy had been when she returned home from school the day before.
"I didn't get bullied! Not once! It worked daddy!" Lucy grinned.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 10, 2010 14:01:35 GMT
"That's great, sweetheart." Logan told her with a grin, "I'm proud of ya."
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Post by Lauren on Feb 10, 2010 14:05:02 GMT
Mystique caught his gaze with a slight smile before glancing down at Lucy. Logan escaping death really put things into perspective. Sure, they had money problems, but it wasn't the end of the world. They'd work something out, somehow. She leaned across and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Do you need anything?" She asked, pulling away. "Think you're up to eating something?"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 10, 2010 14:13:20 GMT
"Yeah, food sounds good." Although Logan still tended to wind up with blurred vision and a feeling of nausea, he figured he wasn't gonna get better as long as he didn't give his system some fuel to work with. And he wanted to recover as quickly as possible. Gradually, Jean said - well, fuck gradual, if it wasn't for Mystique he'd be cage fighting that evening.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 10, 2010 14:16:34 GMT
"Okay," Mystique smiled, and stood up. She leaned over and put a hand on his cheek. She held his gaze for a moment, just staring into his eyes before stealing a kiss from his lips. "Don't move, I'll bring you something," Lucy jumped off the bed and ran out with Mystique, hungry for breakfast too.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 10, 2010 14:25:21 GMT
Logan didn't listen to Mystique all that well. After she left, he moved over to the side of the bed, putting his legs over the edge so his feet were on the solid ground. He waited a few seconds until he was sure the world wasn't spinning, before he got up and made his way over to the bathroom. His balance wasn't all that great and he stumbled into a wall once, but eventually he made it there. He washed the dried up blood from his face, took a piss, got a new glass of water from the tap and stumbled back into the bedroom again.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 10, 2010 14:30:16 GMT
Mystique returned half an hour later, carrying a breakfast tray. She walked across to the bed and sat the tray on Logan's lap. On the tray was two plates of fry up breakfasts and two cups of coffee (Mystique may have 'accidentally' misread the meat labelled "Hank" and thought it read "Logan" instead). "Just eat what you can," She told him, taking a plate herself and digging in, she didn't want him to force it down and end up puking all over her again.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 10, 2010 16:55:52 GMT
Logan did as she told him, which meant he ate all of his breakfast and then stole some of hers to top it. Dropping to his death hadn't done anything to his appetite. While he drank the coffee, he kept his gaze on her. He lowered the cup with a slight smirk, "Yknow, I see advantages to this." He commented, appreciating the breakfast service.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 10, 2010 16:58:07 GMT
"Fuck off," Mystique said with a smirk. "You fall from another ten story building and it won't breakfast in bed you're getting, it'll be a kick up the backside," She raised an eyebrow playfully, as she sipped her own coffee.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 10, 2010 17:05:56 GMT
"How 'bout fifteen stores," Logan negotiated with a smirk.
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