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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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.
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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.
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[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.
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[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?
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You got it. But I oughta be back on my feet my tomorrow.
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If he's half as good at beignets as he is at cornbread, you won't find me turnin' it down.
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Merde. Out of cornbread. Getting himself some more.]
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Before she knew it Adele had finished her wedge of cornbread as well, but as she is slighter and taking up various forms of exercise and training again, she feels she doesn't need another. She contents herself with the stew and her soda.]
You can keep the tin of cornbread Rems, don't worry about sending it, or the pot, back with me. We have plenty at the house.
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'preciate it. An' let Helios know I said thanks too.
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[As much as she wants to stay and make sure Remy sleeps, she knows full well her company would only make him feel like he should stay up, talk to her, and he needs his rest. She'll talk to him when he's no longer half dead from exhaustion.]
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[And he means that, too. Even with his stubborn pride in place, he's too tired to even try sassing her about this. Once he's either full or out of food, he's passing out, thanks.]
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I'm glad your safe.
[One last squeeze and she steps back, clearing her throat.] Rest, Rems. I will see you tomorrow.
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Ain't goin' anywhere. 'least not that I know of.
[Grin.] You take it easy too, doc.
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