Charles Xavier's Institute For Gifted Youngsters…

Currently, you, Kit, and Rogue were in the backyard of the X-Mansion. Why exactly? You had recently been given an assignment from your highschool film class to record your family back at home. And while not blood related, you did cherish the valley girl and Southern goth.

“Okay, so what is it –like – you want us to do?” Kitty asks, her valley girl accent coming through heavily.

“I swear, this bettah not be some weird home video for yer sick fantasies,” Rogue notes in that sweet, southern dialect.

That wasn't the case — well not yet maybe, who knows though — for right now. You quickly inform them of your school assignment, to which they nod their heads.

While Rogue is more hesitant, Kitty does show off her dance moves. But that wasn't enough in your eyes. You wanted to see Rogue get her groove on too! And so you let your grievances become apparent.

“Hey! Give me a second to get into it! It's not that easy!” She protests. The irritation makes Kitty giggle a bit, who can't help but interject. “Oh like, come on Rogue. It's not too hard.”

The brunette dances a little bit more in front of you two, something you make sure to definitely catch in tape. As Kitty dance, an idea strikes your head. “How about you shed off those gloves and give Kit a tiny tap? You can absorb her dance abilities or something.”

Rogue shrugs and follows your suggestion, eventually touching Kitty in the fingertips. Once their skin connects, they jolt back.

“Like ow!” Kitty quickly lets out.

“Like that was pretty lick-some,” Rogue lets out in her own Valley girl voice. This causes her to roll her eyes and mutter, “Great, now I'm talking like her.”

After a few more moments and a couple of deep breaths, the two begin to dance as if they were at a club. All the while you tape them with your recorder.

"Yeah!" You exclaim, "Shake that thang!"