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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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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.

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What's that they say 'bout good t'ings an' people waitin'?

[He cannot be discouraged.]

[Dryly:] That they end up waitin' a long-ass time for something that'll never come?

[Low laugh.]

Ah, but slim-to-none chances are my specialty, chere.

[She'd give a dramatic sigh, but she's not sure she wants to risk it.]

...you're that set on it?

[...that. was not what she wanted to say.]

[It was also not quite what he was expecting. Force of habit makes him turn towards her curiously, even though. Well. Can't see a thing. Not much good that did.]

'Course I am.

[Enough that he'll wait if he has to, which is saying something.]

[Since when?

But she bites her lip. Her tone noticeably cools:]

That bored, huh?

[Girl, you need a little more faith in yourself. For all that her tone cooled, his tone softens.]

Bored's got nothin' to do wit' it, Rogue.

[Okay. Now she's scared.]

You're good. [Her tone turns wry.] But I ain't a fool. Just keep walkin', Swamp Rat. We're nearly there.

[It's his own fault that she's not taking him seriously about this, and he knows it. Somehow, that knowledge doesn't help.]

I know you ain't. [She's less of a fool than he is any day of the week, that's for sure. And maybe he really is an idiot, because he knows he's not going to give up just like this... although maybe laying off for a little while would be best.]

Where're you leadin' me, anyhow?

...Community Buildin' one. I don't know which apartment's yours, but ya told me that was where you were stayin'.

[See? She's not a crazy stalker like you.

Congratulations, by the way. Apparently she's not taking you to the clinic.]

[Yes, the fact that it's not the clinic she's leading him to has drawn out a smile on his face.]

Merci. 'preciate that there ain't gonna be any doctors waitin' to ambush me.

[And, offhandedly:] S'Room 5, by the way.

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