Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (
kineticcajun) wrote2012-02-10 10:05 pm
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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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He gives a short laugh.]
Sure did. Couple decks left, actually. I did promise to be careful.
[Although careful did nothing to lessen the exhaustion, but hey, he's still standing. That's something.]
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[Why aren't you sleeping? 8|]
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Whiiine.]Ain't that bad, is it? Jus' grabbin' somethin' to eat 'fore I head back.
[Something quick, preferably. And you, ma'am, have his can of soup.]
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I'm tired, I ain't got dead taste buds.
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[And then, in complete disregard for what she just said, she puts the soup can back on the shelf.]
C'mon, Cajun.
[And starts turning to head up the aisle.]
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...He'll just give her hell if she leads him to the ramen.
Shaking his head, inwardly wondering what he's getting himself into, he starts to follow after her.]
This ain't the way to the pet food, is it? 'Cause I don't t'ink I'm goin' any further if it is.
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[Hmm. She'll just grab some of this. And some of that. The X-House is too far away for him to walk, and Scott will have a conniption...]
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Hate to ruin your fun, chere, but I got enough energy to at least get home first.
[Just what is she gathering up stuff for, anyway? He watches the accrued items from the corner of his eye, curiously trying to decipher what she's thinking up.]
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[Soup? Soup's fine. Just not that soup. Celery. Peppers. Carrots. Canned tomatoes. Onion. Apples. Currents. Ground beef.]
I'll believe it when I see it.
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You always takin' off of work for grocery runs like this? Or is this a special occasion?
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You gonna make me regret this 'fore I even start?
[Curry. Curry sauce. Yes. That should do. Oh, rice. And peanuts. Score.]
It ain't too late for me ta leave ya with Campbell's.
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You ain't that cruel.
[Not bothering to hide his smile, he nods towards her various ingredients.]
At least let me carry all that for you.
[You're already being too nice to him just offering to make something. He has to even the score at least a little bit.]
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[Because she's still mad at you, you see. She's just putting off yelling at you until you're back on your feet.
Serve him right if she leaves out the pepper.]
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Got your priorities, don't you?
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You outta be glad for that. I coulda left you with the soup.
[But, done now, she turns to him expectantly.] Believe it or not, I don't know where you live. We ain't all in the habit of stalkin'. Where's closer?
[Your place or mine.
Ha, what a joke.]
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Outta my place or yours? Yours.
[Although he is immediately wondering if One Eye is there. It's not much deterrent, though, because anything to get on Scott's nerves is fine by him.
He slips his hands into his pockets and decides he'll even the field his own way. His tone is totally nonchalant.]
An' it's Community Buildin' 1. Firs' floor.
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She can just hear the jokes about that already.
...oh well, might as well get an early start on dinner.]
C'mon, then.
[She's not sure how to deal with that freely offered information so she'll just. Ignore it.]
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After you, chere.
[Totally playing the gentleman. Not just tired and lagging a bit. Nope. You're imagining it.]
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So when'dya get back?
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Jus' now. Figured I had a few t'ings to tend to 'fore I headed back home, though.
[And first on the list was letting her know he was alive. The food idea took second place. He can get priorities right sometimes.]
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Get his priorities right, indeed.]
Guess you didn't get caught, then.
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Non. I was teamed up wit' a ninja. Wasn't too bad. Worst of it was the jungle itself.
[How is it it's always plants kicking his butt in this place?]
You were right. That place ain't no picnic.
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[And if that's the sort of security they have when they're not fighting? He definitely understands why Rogue reacted the way she did before he left.]
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