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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[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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Sure hope not. That ain't my area of expertise.
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So who else was on your team?
[Keep talking, keep walking...]
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[He's not sure what's weirder - the fact that he had a mission with this band of misfits or the fact that, if he were to ever describe the group he worked with for Magneto, the description would be even stranger. He grins over at her.]
Y'know. Jus' about who you'd expect the Malnosso to send out for recon.
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Tell me ya managed ta hold back the Saturday mornin' cartoon cracks.
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Musta been everyone bein' so focused. Killed any jokes on the spot.
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We're nearly there. Think you can make it?
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I dunno, chere... If I don't, you're not jus' gonna leave me out here in the snow, are you?
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Ya think I can swing ya over my shoulder an' carry you?
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Well, you can't jus' drag a tired ol' Cajun through the snow.
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[Into the house then. She doesn't offer to help with his coat, she just shrugs off her own and heads into the kitchen.]
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Besides, he may have been here before, but he's not entirely sure how cool the X-gang would be with him just flopping down on the couch/living room floor/whatever is most readily available. Better to keep stubbornly on.]
Well, chef... Don't s'pose you're gonna need a hand wit' any of this? Or is this goin' on my tab of t'ings you can lord over me later.
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[And then she shakes her head back and forth in consideration.] Could be an improvement.
[Lies. She loves his hands. But whatever.]
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[So yeah, he can totally chop ingredients.]
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[And then she moves to start browning the meat in a large pan.]
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[He'll just go ahead and get a knife and cutting board and get to work chopping up the vegetables. The motions are slower than usual, but he's still quick and practiced and making short work of everything. Your very own kitchen Cajun.]
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When you're done, you should go sit down.
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