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~Silliness ahead~

Of Cooties and Dice
by Northlight

"C'mon baby!" Jean exclaimed, rolling the die in her palm. A quick flick of her wrist sent the cube sailing over the floor to land at Storm's bare foot.

Ororo glanced down at side of the die laying upwards. "Four," she announced, a slight smile on her lips. "And Rogue has a two. I go first."

The die rattled around in her thin brown hands briefly before being dropped back onto the carpeted floor. A six stared up at them.

Jean pounced on the die, quickly taking it back into her hand. "One!" she told the die sternly before letting it roll. The die obviously had different ideas as it mimicked Ororo's turn and landed on a six.

'Now, watch the master!" Rogue proclaimed grandly as she plucked up the die.  She sent it rolling. "Damn it!" she pouted when the die came to a stop. She hadn't had more luck than the others.

Jean and Ororo both grinned at the petulant expression on Rogue's face before turning back to the more serious matters at hand -- getting a Cootie body.

The die passed between them two more times before the sought after one finally landed on Storm's turn. She took the small, plastic blue Cootie body triumphantly.

"Ok, no more games!" Jean grinned as she let the die fly once again.

Several minutes later, the three women were down to the last moments of the game.  They were neck in neck, each of them missing two Cootie legs each. The tension in the air was almost unbearable as each of them tried her best to roll that oh so desired six.

"Five!" Rogue howled indignantly. "I didn't get any fives when I wanted them, and now I can't stop rolling them!" She glared at the offensive die angrily.

"Calm down, Rogue," Jean told the highly exasperated woman. "This is only a game, after all." The die spun out of her hand.  "Yes! I got a six! Woo Hoo!" Jean shrieked, grabbing at one of the yellow Cootie legs.

"Remember Jean, it's only a game," Ororo reminded her as Jean eagerly connected the limb to her Cooties body.

"You're just upset that my Cootie is cuter than your Cootie!" Jean replied, cradling her nearly complete plastic bug in her hand. Her motion sent it's eyes tumbling out and Rogue burst into laughter as Jean scrounged around the carpet looking for them.

Another few minutes, Ororo's Cootie was proudly displayed before the other two women. "I win!" she announced.

"You got lucky this time," Rogue replied. She looked at her own lopsided Cootie, still missing its last leg. "Why don't we see it that luck lasts another round."

"Are you finished in here?" Xavier asked from the doorway. He peeked into the room, quickly taking in the completed (or nearly so) forms of the Cooties resting on the floor.

"Not yet," Jean answered quickly. "We're going up for another round." She turned back to her Cootie and quickly pulled it apart, readying for another game.

Xavier sighed and backed out of the room. Those three had been playing Cootie for the last hour.

"Are they done yet?" Wolverine growled anxiously as Xavier came into view.

"Not yet," Charles sighed again. "They're going onto another round."

"That's it!" Gambit exclaimed suddenly, his eyes narrowing. "Next time, we get the Cooties before they do!"

The men nodded as a cry of "C'mon One!" rang out into the hall.

~End~

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