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7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[Just as the afternoon is winding down today, Gambit is waking up. In the middle of the woods. With the damned journal right next to him. Only as far as he can tell, it's the middle of the night, which is weird, because he can't hear any crickets or anything. But it's pitch dark out, in any case.

Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.

He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.

A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.

But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]

[Voice]

Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.

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[Fine. She'll wait a moment to see how he's getting on.

...yeah, she doesn't like the look of it.

He is going to trip and break his fool neck.]

Scardy-cat.

[Hey. Hey, that's not cool.]

Ain't scared of anythin'. I jus' know I can handle this.

[Yeah, he is never going to ask for the help he probably needs.]

[Yeah, but she's so got this.]

Sure, you can talk a big game. But when it comes right down to it, you're too scared ta take my hand.

[She lets that linger in the air a moment.]

Some 'date.'

[Ha.]

Edited 2012-05-19 00:40 (UTC)

[Now there's some motivation.]

An' when did you decide this was a date?

[But he's hanging back now, waiting for her. Looking a little amused. Holding one hand out for her to take if she's really serious about this.]

[Loftily:] I'm considerin' it a trial run.

[She takes his hand, but instead of holding it - far too much intimacy, it would almost make lights go off behind her eyes, and not in the good way - she places it on her shoulder. Whether or not he lets go is up in the air.]

See if it would even be worth considerin' it.

Edited 2012-05-19 01:00 (UTC)

[He's not letting go. And as much as he's tempted to snark back at her about who's afraid of holding hands now, he's not going to push his luck that far. Shoulder it is. He holds on just tight enough to make sure he's not going to lose her and yet not so tightly that it would be uncomfortable for her.]

So this is my test drive, then. No wonder we're goin' over all the tough terrain.

[Good boy. His reward is the hand placed, somehow both steady and tentative, on the small of his back. Easy, with that touch, to lead someone along with just a few impressions on her fingertips, easy to steady them if they fall. Almost as if she's not entirely unfamiliar in leading a blind person over unfamiliar territory.

And she scoffs.]

If ya can't handle an itty bitty hill, your press is seriously overrated.

[Come on. Up we go.]

Edited 2012-05-19 01:59 (UTC)

[And once again, he's getting that feeling that this isn't her first time literally leading the blind. It's sorely tempting to poke at it and ask, but that's probably better left alone for the time being. Instead, he just follows her lead.]

I thought everyone knew swamp rats weren't mountain climbers.

[Joking. It is what we do in situations such as this.]

[She scoffs again.]

You are in such trouble if ya think this is a mountain.

[With that undercurrent of doubting his reputation and 'rough terrain' again.

As she guides him unerringly towards the bridge with light pressure of gloved fingers.]

[Rogue, you are a lifesaver. He's managing a lot better now, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to snark back at her.]

You tryin' to tell me it ain't?

[Why yes, that is laughter lurking in his tone.]

Definitely too much press.

[Now at the bridge, she drops her hand from his back and goes to step away.]

Good thing I was just considerin' considering.

Now that ain't fair. You got me outta my element here, chere.

[Not giving up that easily. As she drops her hand, he slides his over to sling his arm across the back of her shoulders. He's not holding on all that much - she can still slip away if she wants - but he's testing his luck all the same.

C'mon, you're not gonna leave him to try and find his way without any support from here, are you?]

[Hey, he's got his bo staff. He'll be fiiiiine. Because there is no way that she can let this closeness stand after barely managing the other.]

Fair play?

[She moved to slip out from underneath his hand. Her voice is light, however, more bantering than disdainful.]

That's rich comin' from you.

[Ah, it was worth a try. He just shrugs that off, going back to relying more on the bo to feel his way along. But still, he grins.]

Jus' 'cause I don't always play fair don't mean I can't spot when others ain't either.

Fair is fair. [Heh.] Or unfair is unfair. Or what goes around comes around, or whatever truism ya wanna say. The fact is, I'm just timin' ya ta see how long it'll take for you ta trip over your own two feet.

[In other words, this is good for you, and she needs to see if you can take it.]

[He can totally take it. Just watch him.]

You gonna be timin' for a while, chere. I'm not trippin'.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

[And apparently she will, because she hasn't ditched you yet.]

Edited 2012-05-20 04:54 (UTC)

[It's a small comfort to know that, despite all the snarking about it, she's got his back on this venture. But true to his word, he hasn't tripped yet.]

An' if I do trip, you won't be considerin' considerin' anymore, will you?

[Remy LeBeau: Making a challenge of walking over a bridge.]

[...seriously?]

I'm already passed considerin' considerin', remember? That ship has sailed.

[Hey, he got as far as considering considering. That's a milestone as far as he's concerned.]

Might come back someday, though, non?

[Ever the optimist, here.]

Can't say. [...seriously, what are you even playing at.] You'd be waitin' at port a long time.

Might be worth the wait. [A date, girl! He'll never give up now that he's gotten as far as "considering considering".]

["Considering, considering" was a joke!]

Never took you for the patient type.

[A joke he will never let her live down!]

I can be patient when I gotta be.

You're gonna be a waitin' a long time, Swamp Rat.

Edited 2012-05-21 04:54 (UTC)

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