3rd Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[kineticcajun]

[Finally. Finally the damn lights are out of his window. Gambit's never minded a little festivity, but when your eyes are sensitive to bright light, it gets a little hard to sleep when you can't. Take down. The Christmas lights.

So he's in a pretty good mood today. Snow aside, of course. He could do without that. But he's still venturing out in it - totally not slipping from time to time, you guys are imagining that - to swing by the grocery store.

Important business here. New Year's is coming up, and that means black-eyed peas. With the bad luck streak he's had going since he got here, he's going to need to make a ton of them for luck.

Which is making an idea dawn...]

[Voice]

What kinda New Year's celebrations y'all got 'round here? Seems like wit' all the dif'rent traditions poolin' in, there oughta be some kinda party. Gotta be one night outta the year this place gets good an' noisy.

[Filtered to Jubilee | 80% locked]

Hey, petite. I'm t'inkin' we could use some fireworks next weekend. Sound like a plan?

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[kineticcajun]

[That heartbeat or two of frozen silence nearly lulls him into thinking he's already gotten a solid win this time around. He's a little surprised when she twists around, though he still doesn't flinch at all when she lays a hand on his cheek. No flinch, but one eyebrow just slightly quirked upward at the gesture.

So that's how it's going to be, huh.

Before her hand can drop back to her side, he catches it in his own.]

A li'l Southern belle like you, lackin' in faith? [Here he presses a light kiss to the back of her glove, followed by a wink before he lets her go.] I'm not buyin' it.

[And now he will finally start to back off and give her back that personal space he's been violating.]

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[touchofrogue]

[No flinch. Interesting. Also mildly terrifying, if she thinks about it long enough. Which she doesn't. Because he grabs her hand and lifts it to his mouth and kisses it. Her eyes widen, and for a moment - a very short moment - her face loses that cynical knowing and goes slack with some very girlish openness.

Something in her heart aches.

A corner of her lips tweak up in response to that wink. Incorrigible. But - all in good fun, in a way. It sure said something about him that he was unafraid to flirt with her, but thought he could swoop in and then leave, just like that.]

[touchofrogue]

[...of course it said something. It said he was out of his mind and dangerously close to treating her just like everyone else. And she was, by no stretch of the imagination, everyone else. She was Rogue, and she was untouchable.

Her guard returns with such a natural tightening of her features, that it would be hard to tell it had ever slipped.

She moves back herself, reclaiming her hand and popping her collar against the incoming cold.]

Guess that makes you the one lookin' for a miracle.

[And with that, she'll start towards the door again.]

[kineticcajun]

[Out of his mind, maybe. But the ever-so-brief drop of guard makes it entirely worth it. The only downside is that it's lowering his guard a bit as well... which he wasn't entirely expecting. Merde, this girl is good at getting under his skin, much as he won't admit that out loud.

He's on his way out as well, so he just goes along to get the door for her. Southern gentleman. It balances out pushing all of her buttons... sort of. After you, milady.]

Maybe that miracle ain't so far off.

[touchofrogue]

[Well, one of the things she appreciates about him are those Southern manners. It makes things feel a bit more like home, a bit more comfortable - and entirely too dangerous in their familiarity. All the same, she's not one to back down and she lets him get the door, stepping through it easily.

No longer entirely sure what the "miracle" is that they're referring to, however, Rogue decides that a blanket denial is in her best interest.]

An' maybe the sky'll turn purple an' start rainin' chocolate.

[Also: distance. Hey, distance is good.]

[kineticcajun]

[He steps out of the door after her, letting her put the distance between them. With how much he pushed it, he's surprised she held out so long.

But the purple sky and chocolate rain still makes him laugh a bit.]

I wouldn't put that down as impossible in these parts.

[And with a small wave, he starts off on his own way again. Au revoir, Rogue.]

[touchofrogue]

[And she will go hers.]

Later, Cajun.

[Just two ships in the night, these two.

...he really does have a nice laugh.]