He flashed another grin, tongue poking out lightly through his teeth as a flicker of amusement lighted behind his eyes, and he cocked his hip out in a similar fashion, though his arms remained crossed over his chest. “The size of my head isn’t what’s important in regard to this conversation, I think.” He smirked and nibbled on his lower lip for a moment, brow raising. “Still, I’m pleased you approve of me so far. I’d hate to think I made a bad impression on you, my dear.”
Rogue snorted at the subtle joke Pietro made even if she wasn’t sure if he meant it in that manner, “Y’ve done nothin’ ta make me think yer a baddie. If anythin’ yer makin’ me feel like I ain’t tha’ bad, sugah.” The woman shrugged, a smile crossing her lips as she watched the white haired man.
His grin faded into a tiny smile, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shook his head. “Honestly, Rogue, you have nothing to worry about. I understand what ‘no’ means, and even if we were to pursue something of that nature I can stick within particular boundaries. I may be stubborn, but I know how to follow rules.” He raised a hand to scratch the side of his face, fingers sweeping down along the curve of his jaw. “I can control myself. The question would become - can you?” He grinned again. “I’m sure you can, but I hear I can be pretty tempting.”
"Good." Rogue placed a head on her jetted hip while her hand waved around as she spoke, "Whate’er ya say, Pietro, I ain’t thinkin’ nothin’ wrong of ya at the moment. You wouldn’t wanna check that with yer big head, would ya?" The woman teased, amusement played in her eyes as her lips curled into a smile. She was having fun, a lot more than she’d had recently.
He stared at her baffled by the concept of being scared of her of all people. But this was a different time and place and things were not the same as he was use to. So he shrugged lightly. “Should I be?” Tail twitched as he shifted closer to her smiling all the same. “Ja I know of your gift, but why should I fear you or not give you some sort of trust?” He gave a shrug and a smile.
“I mean, speaking of the lines of Xavier against say the brotherhood nothing is black and white, nothing is defined.” He shrugged again. “Unless you are going to actively try to kill mein fruends, why should I worry?”
"E’eryone else seems ta be," Rogue stated, a sigh escaping her lips. She meant no harm, never any harm. Well, she did; but that was under her mother’s command. Kurt could understand that more than anyone else, right?
“‘cause I attacked them, y’know. They have every right ta hate me ‘r be ‘fraid. But I dun want tha’… not any more.” She admitted, letting a slow sigh escape for slightly parted lips. Crossing her arms under her chest, she have a gaze to her adoptive brother? He obviously didn’t mind her, but what about the others?
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Pietro bared his teeth in something like a predatory grin, blue eyes sparkling with both delight and mischief as he mirrored her stance. Long silver whisps fell down from his temples and over his eyes, hanging down past his cheeks, and he smirked, gazing at her around the whisps. “You know, you probably shouldn’t be encouraging me. I have a tendency to be just a bit incorrigible when it comes to… well, whatever it is we might be discussing.”
Rogue perked an eyebrow, brushing a few of her pure white bangs from her face. They should have been on the same page, something she was quite careful of making sure.
“‘n I have the tendency ta push boundaries, but not enough ta actually hurt sumone. If ya catch my drift. If ya try anythin’ funny, y’know, you’re tha only one ta take tha blame, Pietro.”
roguesouthernbelle started following you
You think this is me bein’ jumpy? No, no, this is me being suspicious. Jumpy is something which Deadpool is not. So, c’mon, why are you here?
Just came ta see if you were a real thin’.
Is tha’ a crime?