5th Card Dealt [Action]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit is back from his mission today, and, much as he hates to admit it, he's exhausted. It's not often that he gets worn out, but this mission definitely managed it. But still, tired as he is, he's got a few things to attend to before he heads back to his apartment. He just means to knock them out as quickly as he can so that he can knock out as quickly as he can.

And so, early afternoon finds him slipping into the Item Shop, careful not to make a sound on the way in, so he can leave a card - a joker, to be specific - on the counter as a sign that he's gotten back safely. His way back out isn't quite as quiet as he'd been hoping, though, and just before the door shuts, the bell goes off. Merde. So much for that.

Once that's done, it's off to the grocery store. Food. Food is definitely needed before he sleeps. Too hungry not to eat.

After nearly ten minutes of staring blankly at spices - he suspects he may have fallen asleep on his feet - Gambit shakes his head and decides to just grab a can of soup and some instant cornbread. Nevermind cooking. Easy stuff. Quick.

He hates cooking this kind of stuff, but pride be damned, he's too tired.

Eventually, he finds his way through the town and back to CH1 to make aforementioned soup and lurch his way into his apartment to sleep, but it's very slow going. Feel free to run into him anywhere on his journey~]

Comments

[fleurdesel]

He's around. I think once the weather clears he'll take to jumping from rooftop to rooftop again. [Adele snorts at that, shaking her head. So long as he doesn't fall on his neck again she wouldn't have to worry. Much.]

...I think he still has my scarf.

[Adele nibbles on the cornbread, blinks and stares at it a moment before smiling. Helios, never again will she bother you about how long it takes to bake something. Ever.]

[kineticcajun]

Hm. [He tries not to get too wrapped up in details on anything with recon missions, honestly. The last time he did, he found way more than he bargained for. While he has some details squirreled away in his memory, he's not thinking about them too much for now.]

Word to the wise, mon ami. They offer a mission in that jungle? Don't take it unless you feel like havin' even the plants out to get you.

[kineticcajun]

[Adele, you're making it hard to stick to the Don't Crack Jokes thing. They're practically writing themselves. Gambit pauses for a moment, eyeing a spoonful of stew, before he shakes his head. Nope. Leaving it alone. He can do this.]

Not needin' a replacement scarf, are you?

[redjacketthief]

...

Plants eating you?

My god, that's scary!

[kineticcajun]

Yeah. M'used to gators an' all, but at least the plants in the bayou don't bite.

[Chicken and rice. He can spruce that up into something acceptable without needing too much actual cooking. Maybe this.]

[fleurdesel]

I had one, for a bit. Something pink. I didn't care for it overmuch, but it was warm...I think I lost it in a drinking contest with...[She flips through her journal to the scribbled notes from the weekend she can't remember.] Guy Burgess? Whoever that is. So...I will need to get another one.

[redjacketthief]

Gators are one thing; plants are another!

[He was still leaning toward the instant noodles, maybe that variety with the flavored bean curd in it...]

[kineticcajun]

[Man, he even missed a drinking contest? The one week he's out of this place...

Pausing just long enough to get another spoonful of stew into his mouth, he gets up, pads over to where he has his coat and winter things hanging up by the door, and comes back with a black scarf, which he puts down next to her. And then it's back to his seat.]

'Til you get the time to grab another one. I ain't goin' back out 'til I've gotten some sleep, so I'm not gonna need it. All yours for now, doc.

[Don't you argue, either. He's set on this.]

[tinyten]

Blech! [Melanie just sticks out her tongue.] The normal ones are already bad!

[kineticcajun]

[He laughs.] See? You didn't miss anythin'.

[That laugh is cut short by a gust of cold air. Auuugh he hates winter.]

Ain't you cold out here in all this snow, petite?

[kineticcajun]

Got that right. I'll take gators any day over the plants.

[Yeah. Chicken and rice. He'll need a few spices, but it's doable. He pockets the can of soup and then glances over at Lupin amusedly.]

Still tryin' to pick the least of the evils?

[tinyten]

No, I like the snow! [Though she'll be a lot less tolerant of cold weather when she's older.]

[kineticcajun]

[Melanie, stop being so adorable. You're going to make him go into big brother mode.]

Not interruptin' you makin' snow angels or somethin', am I?

[tinyten]

[NEVERRRRRR]

No. Why, do you want to make some?

[kineticcajun]

Jus' makin' sure I wasn't stoppin' you from havin' any fun. [Although he can just see the reaction of half the people he grew up with if they knew he was making snow angels. The irony is tremendous.]

'Sides, I'm more of a snowman person.

[tinyten]

[Hmm...]

Are you good at it?

[kineticcajun]

I'm no artist, but I can make a mean snowball.

[LeBeau, why are you getting into this when you're practically dead on your feet.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele takes a bite of her stew and blinks, following Remy with her eyes until he returns with the scarf. She wants to protest, really, but she knew full well it wouldn't do anything. He'd made up his mind, just as she'd made up hers to feed him today.]

Merci. I'll return it once I have my own again. [And she will return it. With cookies, if Helios and Ginia made them, which they would.]

[tinyten]

[Even better! 8D]

Me too! Want to have a fight? [THIS IS SO EXCITING. Her parents would be appalled if they knew she wanted to take part in something as silly as a snowball fight, BUT WHATEVER. Parents aren't here so she can throw as much snow as she wants]

[kineticcajun]

[Dismissive wave, complete with cornbread. He figures the stubborn fight between them is probably going to keep rolling with who's being stubborn about what, but at least she's accepting it.]

No rush. Seems like we got another cold snap comin' through anyway. Not much motivation to leave my apartment.

[After another swig of soda, he pauses thoughtfully and adds,] Not that it ain't cold enough now anyway.

[kineticcajun]

[Merde. She's got him. He can't say no to that. It's probably a good thing he's exhausted; it'll keep things a lot more even without making it too obvious that he'll have to go easy on her.]

Sure t'ing, petite. But once it's over, you gotta promise to get inside an' warm up. [He grins and gives her a wink.] Your friend Kurt would be pretty mad at me if you caught a cold on my watch.

[fleurdesel]

Not even to see me perform at Cloud Nine with Ginia? [A very recent thing, this, but when Gambit had gone, so had another performer for the club. Ginia had been in need and Adele couldn't say no to an opportunity to play again, no matter how modest the piano.]

To be honest? Bedrest. For at least three days Rems, you were fit to fall asleep on your feet when I saw you and however long you were trying not to sleep on the sofa hasn't done you any favors. So you've an excuse to stay in.

[kineticcajun]

I might make an exception for that. Been a while since I heard any live music.

[Although he gives her a wary look, as if silently sizing her up. He's never been good about listening to doctor's instructions. Friendly advice is one thing, but medical instruction is another.]

...Unless that's doctor's orders 'bout the bedrest.

[fleurdesel]

If you came I would be glad of an appreciative audience.

[Adele sips her beverage without further comment on the matter and sets the can down, brow quirked. Ah, that look. It takes a bit to repress a snide comment on Remy's mental state, he wasn't the man she'd known and wouldn't appreciate it. No, he was younger, prouder, and would better respond to a different approach.]

I would worry about you if you wandered around the village as you were today Rems. Especially if the weather takes a turn for the worse. [She reaches over to take on of her hands in hers, squeezing it.] Just...take a few days to rest. Please?

[rashness]

What- No! I'm a good cook, I'm even working on Seventh Heaven, so I'm respectable!

[He just... can't quite reach the second row on this particular stove as well as he would like when he's using a giant pan like this. His tail even flicks in annoyance]