DISCLAIMER: X-men belongs to Marvel.

~ I Do What I Want ~

"You're supposed to be relaxing," she says.

"I am relaxing," he returns without looking up from the motorcycle engine that he is in the process of repairing.

"Really?" she drawls, skepticism ringing clear in her tone. "Because it looks to me like you're working."

"What, I'm not allowed to find an activity relaxing?"

"If it looks like work, and it feels like work..."

"It doesn't feel like work to me. It's a hobby. Don't you have any hobbies?"

"Yes, but-"

"Good. If you're done nagging me about what to do with my own free time now, hand me that oil pan."

~end~