Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kineticcajun) wrote2012-02-10 10:05 pm
kineticcajun) wrote2012-02-10 10:05 pm
5th Card Dealt [Action]
[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~]
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~]
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Even with pride, he couldn't deny that moving still, after a couple of days. Breathing still hurt. He too is moving slowly, carefully, but making equal effort to give the impression that nothing is wrong...the stiffness in his motions betrays the truth, despite his best efforts.
He's in the soup aisle, staring at a line of cans and debating between the tomato and the broccoli cheddar, when he notices a familiar sillhouette. There was a certain man whose absence was noted. Don't think that he's not gonna approach.]
So. You're still here. And alive. What's up?
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[Dude, you too? Gambit gives Lupin a bleary look for a moment, the thought slowly surfacing that he would have thought someone with a similar background wouldn't have been surprised that he slipped off like this.
The slight rankle of irritation gets derailed by Lupin's appearance, though.]
You look like hell, homme.
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[Nope. No stupid decisions to fight based on inaccurate information here! No injuries that were gonna bother him for another few weeks here at all! He wants to laugh shortly, but the pain in his ribs make him hold back.
He was just glad that another cool person hadn't just up and vanished because of the Malnosso. That was happening to him a lot lately, much to his continual irritation. It was why he needed to blow off steam]
Tonton had a little brawler's meet-up in the tunnels the other night, and I went for kicks and giggles. There was kicking...not a lot of giggling. [he shrugs.] I've had worse.
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[Damn, he was really curious to see how it all went and...
Stop. Rewind.]
...Wait. "Tonton"?
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[He grins at this, feeling successful despite his technical loss.] And you didn't miss much. It was just a bunch of people wailing on eachother.
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Ain't that the point, though? [Wailing on people, he means.] Who'd you get matched up against that they kicked you 'round so much?
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Didn't get kicked around, if that's what you're askin'. Jus' got back from a trip to the jungle, that's all.
[This soup selection sucks, by the way. Remy squints at the shelves, frowning a bit, trying to narrow down his pickyness enough to just grab something and eat it.]
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Jungle, huh? [There had been no drafts...was it a mission?] See anything interesting?
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Sort of. [Absently turning the can over.] Recon mission. Had us keepin' an eye on the wingnuts for a few days.
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[Now you've gotten his interest Gambit. However, in light of the fact that they're both in rough shape, he'll refrain from asking about it.
Now.]
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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.
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Plants eating you?
My god, that's scary!
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[Chicken and rice. He can spruce that up into something acceptable without needing too much actual cooking. Maybe this.]
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[He was still leaning toward the instant noodles, maybe that variety with the flavored bean curd in it...]
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[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?
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[The noodles are the winner, however. Load them with something spicy and no one cares about the difference.]
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Only t'ing is findin' someone who makes it good.
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