not that it needed straightening out, nor that any attempt to do so would make much of a difference given the state of the garment ── but negligible impact aside rogue would still reach forward, the need to pat v's collar back into place overtaking any sense of respecting personal space, a sly smile on her face all the while.
" you aren't wrong, " a shrug, then, eyes rolling as moments from the past were brought to the forefront of her memory. " my parents, one of them at least, wanted us to be church people ── they both had a multitude of sins to make up for, and in the end it clearly didn't do much good. " both dead, both on the same day, and not a single word of condolence from god as far as rogue could remember. there were smarter ways to spend a sunday morning. " the smell is the only thing worthwhile about church. i wasn't complaining, it was just a surprise. "