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That a fact...

[Her voice is a low, throaty purr, all dark velvet and invitation. She pushed off the wall and started to saunter towards him.

It's only about two steps before she can get right up in his face, but she works them, knowing he can see her far better than she can see him.

And if he doesn't stop her, she'll even lay one hand on his chest, by his collarbone.]

[He's in for it. There's no way that this is what it seems on the surface. He saw that spark of fury in her eyes, and this? This is definitely just an act. A very distracting act, but an act.

But, well, he already went and jumped into his grave, might as well dig it a bit deeper.]

S'true.

[How in the hell is he going to dodge anything in a closet...]

[In one fluid movement, Rogue grasps hold of him with one hand and opens the closet door with the other.]

Like you even know what that means!

[And she will attempt to flip him right out that door. And no, she doesn't particularly care if they're still over the ocean. He'd live. He's got the devil's own luck.]

[As it turns out, they're high over the mountains at this point, and there's one brief moment in which the bottom drops out of his stomach and he's sure he's going to fall a thousand feet onto snow-covered rock--]

[--and then the devil's own luck kicks in and he's flung back into the closet, with every ounce of potential energy that he'd started to build up in the temporary freefall. It's a painful reunion with the back wall of the closet.

It may take his brain a moment to catch up with him, but for now, he's a tangled pile of limbs and a few spare coats.]

[Rogue has to dodge out of the way when Gambit comes hurdling through the door again in order to avoid being the one he's tangled up WITH.]

Oh, it just figures!

[And she reaches out to close the door as it swings back towards her, not even glancing down.

Screw this place. 8|]

[With some effort, he manages to untangle himself from the coats and sit up. His head's throbbing pretty badly, but. Well. Could have been much worse. After all, that was a long fall.

Okay, so maybe she isn't beyond letting him fall to his death.

His tone is pure sarcasm.]

Sorry to disappoint.

Me too.

[And then she opens the door and steps out of it.]

[Okay, whatever lingering irritation there still was has just evaporated and he's scrambling for the door to try to catch hold of her wrist. Or something. She can't just walk right out--] Nonono!

[Yes, he got slingshot-ed back into the closet but if they're still high over the mountains, that luck might not hold a second time...!]

[What in the hell--

Hand. Snagged.]

Let me go, Cajun! What are you thinkin'?

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[Eyes brighter than ever, not even caring if the surge of fear is showing in them, he fully means to keep his hold until she backs away from the door.]

What'm I t'inkin'?! [Are you seriously asking him this, Rogue?] I'm t'inkin' there's nothin' but air for half a mile down 'fore the mountains!

What?

[She attempts to yank her hand free.

No, that can't be right, because that means she threw him out over a bunch of mountains.]

[He holds on as best he can. Just this once, would it kill her to be a little less stubborn?

And he looks her right in the eye.]

It's a long way down, Rogue.

[No. No, no, no. She couldn't have done that.

For a moment, her pull against him goes slack. Even if he uses this chance to get a better grip on her, she won't fight him.

She just stares at him in something very much like horror.

Then:]

Let go.

[He meets that stare, holding it steady for a moment. Part of him really doesn't want to let her go, but. Well. She's stopped fighting him, and that gives him some hope that she won't just turn and waltz right out the door without at least looking.

Slowly, he lets her go, watching cautiously for her next move.]

[She turns around very slowly and walks over and opens the door to look out.

Oh.]

Hell.

[Her voice is very quiet.

While she had no real problem hurting him if it came down to it, at least when they were enemies, but she hadn't wanted to kill him.

She braces her hands against the doorframe and feels sick.]

[With that reaction, she probably didn't know the damn closet had warped again. He shifts uneasily. Yes, she threw him out of the closet, and yes, the return trip had been painful, but seeing her like this?

Trying to reassure her with something like "at least it turned me right back around" won't help, but he still feels like he should do something. His voice is low when he speaks up.]

No way of tellin' where this t'ing is gonna end up.

[Her shoulder slump further.

And then he went and tried to make her feel better after that, not even allowing her to decide whether or not she wanted to apologize.

Of course. Because it was just expected that she'd screw up.

Monster.

Silent, she reached out to close the door.]

[He's really not sure what to say. It's not something to blow off, but seeing that shoulder slump...]

Rogue...

Don't.

[She turned away from the door and walked towards a corner of the closet, sinking down into it.]

Just don't.

[With a sigh, he goes to sit down in the corner opposite, still keeping a careful eye on her.]

If you say so.

[They sit in silence for what I assume seems like a long while, but is probably actually more like a minute or two before Rogue mans up.

She lifts her face, and it's easy to find his eyes. They're glowing in the darkness, after all. And she stares right at them, defiantly bare of her defenses, and doesn't look away.]

I was mad at you. I'm still mad at you. But I had no call ta be that careless, an' for that, I apologize.

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[It surprises him a little bit once she meets his eyes and speaks up, but he just keeps his gaze steady. And in answer to the apology, he gives a small nod, knowing that the glow of his eyes will give the motion away. Silent signal of acceptance of the apology. He gets that she's still angry, and he gets why. It explains the provocation into throwing him, especially if she hadn't realized the closet moved again.

He's silent for a moment after that before he answers softly.]

Can't really blame you for still bein' mad.

[If she wants to talk about it, then it would probably be for the best, although he isn't too keen on the idea either. But if she'd rather leave it alone, he'll leave it at that.]

[She held his gaze for a moment more and then slid her own to the side.

Can't really blame her. Ha.

There was a long, long stretch of silence before she couldn't take it anymore.]

Do you have any idea what you did ta me? What kind of a game was this for ya, that you had to mess with me?

[She muttered a curse.

I trusted you.]

[She still thinks it was just a game. And if he's honest with himself, it's not really a surprise. With his reputation and background, it's no small wonder she's thinking that.

Especially considering that it's... well... her. He knows how much her mutation weighs on her, and he definitely didn't help anything with this whole mess. With a shake of the head, he tries to catch her eye again. Being open and honest isn't something he's particularly good at, but he wants to make sure he has eye contact if he can. The truth tends to shine through.]

It wasn't a game, Rogue. I know it's not any kinda excuse, but it's the truth.

[Not that he really thinks she's going to believe him, which is a frustrating thought. But he walked himself right into it. He runs a hand through his hair absently.]

I shoulda told you.

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