Remix - Logan and Marie

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Logan's having Issues with her hair. And with not having a damned thing that fits right. So she goes and hits up Marie for the wardrobe he can't wear anymore. Poor Marie's gonna need brain-bleach.



Logan pulled on a vastly-too-big-for-her flannel shirt and her cutoff jeans. Holding the jeans up with one hand, she went over to go find Marie. Maybe she - he? - Marie would have some clothes she could borrow. Or something. At the very least, some underwear would be good. It was hard enough being short and female but the distraction every time she moved was getting to be a little much. Her adamantium-reinforced knuckles knocked on Marie's door with something approximating her usual force and pattern.

Marie opened the door, the knock familiar despite the slight change in tone with a female hand knocking instead of a male. "Ah was thinking maybe a chick flick for movie night this week. Given," he said with a wink and a gesture.

"Very funny." she said in a voice that sounded like she'd spent the last thirty years drinking whiskey and smoking coffin nails. A raspy purr that was oddly incongruous coming from Logan. "Just wanted to see if you had some clothes I could borrow." she said, looking up at Marie. She was taller than he was now, and the treacherous female part of her new brain just had one word to say.

Yum.

"Sure," Marie said, opening the door wider to allow Logan to enter. "Still have those cowboy boots you liked so much the last time you were in charge. 'fraid Ah've gotten rid of most of the flannel, but everything should fit you ok." Marie looked at Logan, tilting his head. "Well, the shirts'll be a little loose, but no biggie."

Logan tried her damndest not to brush past Marie as she walked into the woman's - man's - HER room. She made a beeline for the closet, throwing it open and looking for something to wear. Marie, for obvious reasons, tended to be of the from-neck-to-ankle persuasion and Logan dismissed over three-quarters of the girl's wardrobe out-of-hand. Dammit, if she was gonna have to be a woman she wasn't going to hide it or do anything other than meet it head-on.

"Look in the very back," Marie called out. "Behind the sweaters. You-in-my-head complained about most of my clothes but liked a lotta the stuff back there." Marie was still probably less disturbed than anyone except maybe Haller by the switch.

That was too weird a thought to process right now so Logan just nodded and dug all the way into the back. "Now we're talkin, kid." she said, satisfied. She pulled out a pair of laced jeans that she thought would fit her and then, in the very back, buried down deep, she found The Vest. "When'd you get this one, kid?" she asked as she re-emerged from the closet bearing her prizes.

"Um, Ah think 'Ro made me buy it, but Ah can't remember. Don't think Ah've ever worn it," Marie said with a shrug. "So Ah'm glad it'll get some use." Flopping onto the couch, Marie tucked his hand into the waistband of his jeans and yawned. "So what's on your plate today?"

Logan just grinned ferally at that. "Acclimitization." she said with a wink. Having obtained the primary goal - a top and jeans that would likely fit - she wandered her way over to Marie's sundries counter, looking for a hairbrush. "Where'd you hide your brush, kid?" she asked as she wasn't seeing it.

"Try the drawer on the left. Feel free to borrow some make up and perfume too," Marie teased. "And Ah think Ah fear for the world when you say 'acclimitization' like that."

"Don't ask, don't tell." she said with a snicker. She pulled open the drawer, found the hairbrush, and did her damndest to drag it through her all-new, all-annoying mop. Hair 1, Wolverine 0.

"Ah thought that policy was only for the army," Marie said. "And dear lord, you're supposed to brush your hair not attack it. You're gonna end up ripping most of it out that way."

Logan looked at the brush, looked at her hair, and then got Inspired. She popped out a claw and started sawing. Hair 1, Wolverine 1.

Marie hit his face with the palm of his hand. "Ah give up. You're hopeless." Of course, Marie really couldn't blame Logan. He'd been enjoying the freedom of short hair since the switch - it was nice rolling out of bed, throwing on clothes and being done.

Logan cut through the bulk of her hair, then pitched the debris into Marie's trash can. "Thanks, kid." she said with obvious amusement. The makeup and warpaint she wasn't going to touch with a 10' pole. Her nose was too damned sensitive to wear perfume and she didn't really see a need to get all dolled up right now anyway. Her hair looked awful, but at least now it was short and out of the way. "So." she said, not sure how to ask how Marie was getting along in her new body.

"Another Xavier moment that Hallmark in all it's wisdom hasn't accounted for?" Marie said with a smirk. Standing up, he stretched and walked over to the window. "We really should start sending them suggestions."

She just had to bark out a laugh at that. "How you gettin' along?" she asked. "I mean, this is kinda backasswards for you, ain't it?"

"Ah just have the body to go along with it now. Too bad one of y'all ain't in control now. 'course, Ah don't trust any of ya not to do something stupid with this body, so..." Marie trailed off with a shrug. "What about you? Enjoying life as a woman?"

Logan had to roll her eyes at that. "It really sucks, kid." she said passionately. "I'll get used to it, but _damn_. I got all short and weak and the damned _hair_..." she grumbled.

"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you're weak," Marie pointed out. "Ah'm the same strength in this body as Ah was in the other. As for the short, well, it's not so bad and it's only for a bit." Raising an eyebrow, Marie set one hand on his hip. "And you seem to have taken care of most of the hair, so now you're good to go."

"Kid, it's obvious. As a guy I was a lot stronger than I am now." she said, irritated. "We're not all super-strong."

"Stop being all PMSy," Marie said with an eyeroll. "You'll live."

Logan rolled her eyes in return, then stood up. "Thanks for the loan, kid." she said with a brief grin. "Have fun bein' a guy."

"You too. 'cept bein' a girl." A look of relization spread across Marie's face and his eyes widened. "Except, not too much fun. Or don't tell me if you do. Oh G-d." He stopped speaking to bury his face in his hands.