[It's later in the afternoon when Gambit trudges back to the apartment. He's soaked from head to toe from the rain, except for a new leather coat that, to him, is all too bright and needs breaking in. The old one, still tattered and singed, is tossed over one shoulder.
And he's got a sopping wet orange fuzzball grasped by its "scruff" in his left hand.
Yep. Just your average neighbor-returning-home scene here.]
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And he's got a sopping wet orange fuzzball grasped by its "scruff" in his left hand.
Yep. Just your average neighbor-returning-home scene here.]