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]

[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.]