Summary:Gambit returns to the NY area to find the first person on his list to reconnect with, the southern belle herself. Log Info:Storyteller: Gambit and Rogue |
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The trip to Westchester had been a nerve racking one, but it had gone over without a hitch… mostly because Gambit had run into basically no one while there. Students, some of the minor faculty. They knew him, at least, so he didn't have to try to convince anyone that he belonged there. This had also helped him get the information to track down the first name on his list of people to speak to, the one he generally was most eager to speak too—less she was mad at him, which he's pretty sure she's not this time, pretty sure… then again he's been gone for quite some time and given no word, maybe this is a terrible idea.
Nevertheless, Gambit presses onward, arriving at the Manhattan hotel via the use of a motorcycle, not a sport bike or nothing, just a good old fashioned rumbly motored bike, fairly newish, though its got some dings and scratches and a fair amount of dirt along its edges.
The man himself? He's wearing a dark leather jacket and a black vneck tshirt, blue jeans and some steel tipped boots tucked beneath the cuffs of his jeans. As he dismounts his bike, his hand runs through his long hair, his eyes glance up at the hotel building and he mutters something in Cajun French before he sets off inside, tucking a pair of shades into his jacket's inner pocket.
A knock eventually comes to the door with Rogue's specified number on it, he then takes a step back because… he's never liked closed doors too much, and his hands go to his hips as he stands and waits.
There's a muffled sound from the other side of the door, before it opens. The movement of air from the door being pulled open slightly fans dark hair away from her face, green eyes sharp. She will look at him a moment, before her head tilts to left.
"Well well, look who's here. Been a while." She offers to the Cajun without much facial expression at all to go along with the words to give more context to the words. A slim fitting green v-neck t-shirt tucked into dark jeans, and green and pink polka dot socks because she hasn't gotten her boots on yet.
She will step back, hand gesturing that he can come on in. "Might as well come in, then. Where ya been, all this time?"
When the door opens and she greets him a sly grin spreads over his lips. "I've had worse greetings then that, to be sure." He says in that Cajun flavored voice of his. "You a tough girl to track down, you know that?" He says as he moves to step into the room and slide past her through the doorway. A few more steps are taken to get further inside of her hotel room before he turns back around and looks at her again.
"I heard about a spat?" He questions then. "This why you come all the way down here to the big city t'hide out?" He adds onto that question while his right hand pulls his jacket open and he dips it inside to reach around there-in, knowing Remy there's probably way more than one hidden pocket inside this jacket… its not his trench coat, but its a similar styled leather garment all the same.
"Knowing you, Cajun, I am sure you've had far more violent and explicit greetings. I'm just in a pleasant mood." Rogue responds, chin lifting just a bit. "It's not that hard. I do have my cell phone on me, you know. The school knows where to reach me, if they absolutely must."
She shuts the door, flipping the locks like a native New Yorker, before she turns to move deeper into the room. "Scott and I had some words, yes. I decided a vacation to relax and work on some things, explore my options, was prudent. It's not hiding if everyone knows where I am." She smiles faintly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to tug her boots on. "Been catching up with an old friend, here in the city."
From his jacket, Remy produces an object wrapped up in a dark purple slip of silk. He holds it between his hands as he watches her move toward the bed's edge and sit down upon its corner. "I wish I could've called you, Cheri." He says to her then. "It is a bit cliche to say that it was always on my mind t'do so… but… the people who I have been dealin' with?" He slightly shakes his head side to side. "They… are much more savvy than one might think, phone calls get monitored, locations get ratted out by our silly little electronic vices."
The Cajun draws in a breath of air and he steps toward her and offers her the purple silk covered item. "I thought of you when I came across this." He lets her take if it she wishes and then raises his hand back and up to rub at the stubble covering his jawline. "I am sorry about Scotty an' yours falling out. Trust me that I am not here to give you some cornball'va speech t'get you to go back to them. I would be a hipocrite if I even tried such a thing, no?"
Inside the wrapped up silk cloth is an antique hair brush, its a dark rich wood with sparkling diamonds set into the back of the brush in circular patterns. It looks really expensive and entirely unused as though it was brand new, lord only knows where he 'came across' it.
Green eyes will lift to Remy, a brow arching up. "You been out there causing trouble, Cajun? Are you gonna be safe around here? You need some help?" She's not worried that she's not getting phone calls or emails. She's more concerned with his skin.
"Scott is Scott. We all know he's laced too tight and I'm too moody for he and I to get along all the time. It was bound to happen sooner or later." She chuckles. "You could give all the cornball speech you wanted to, but you also know if I don't wanna go somewhere, I'm not gonna be moved."
She carefully takes that bundle, a little line between her eyebrows as she looks at him. She will unwrap it, and stare at it silently. "Remy, I can't take something like this. It's gotta cost the earth!"
As she talks, Remy steps back and grabs a chair from nearby, tugging it over the carpeted floor to position it just a foot or so away from her. He settles down onto it and takes his leather jacket off to drape it over the back. Once in the chair he leans forward and places his now bare elbows onto the tops of his thighs near his knees and his hands come together, fingers lacing between each other as he stares at her and her reaction to the gift he'd just given.
A slight grins shows on the Cajun's expression. "You worth more den the Earth, Cheri." He tells her then. "And when you don't wanna move? Yeah… you might be as hard t'move as it too. But your mood?" Remy then sits up and leans back in the chair with his hands going to grasp the tops of either of his denim covered legs. "You just the right kinda moody for me. Pay no mind to Scotty, he do what he thinks is best for all of us, but he don't fully get things as much as he may say."
Remy's eyes scan the interior of Rogue's room now. "If this where the mighty Rogue need to be right now? Then this is where she gonna be." He looks back to her then and gives her a sly grin. "End'a story."
"You and your flowery turn of phrase, Cajun." Fingers stroke the wood, feeling the design, the grain, the stones. She always did like to be tactile with things …things hse can't hurt. "Well, I don't know if I'm as hard to move as the whole earth, but a mountain, maybe." That smile curves, teasing out a glimpse of a dimple.
"Right now, Scotty is all fulla himself, because he's dating a somewhat celebrity. Maybe Jean too, I dunno. I've been stayin' away. Let the guy have a couple of dates, and he just gets all puffed up."
She will roll her eyes, before she is carefully wrapping up that hair brush. "This is where Rogue is gonna be for a while. I mean, I like the job at the garage, and I know I can always teach at the school. I've been looking around here for a job, too. My old friend Dax is gonna need a roommate here soon, so I need to make up my mind."
When she mentions Scott having potentially two dating options, Remy can't help but make a low whistle of being impressed. "He finally found not one woman who is into sweater vests, but two now?" Slowly the Cajun shakes his head from right to left as his right arm goes up to the arm of the chair and then tips back to let his hand hold his head up by his fingertips while he just stares at the woman before him. "That seems more far fetched than some'a the stuff that we X-Men be goin' up against." He's teasing of course, he respects Scott at least in some ways.
"You just let him be him then and we'll worry about havin' you back on the team later." Gambit adds before he has to shake his head. "Though, I'm not too keen on this idea'a you shackin' up with some Dax person. I go by many'a name, but I don't recall Dax ever bein' one. Which means you must be talkin' about someone else, and… well, that just sorta tugs at my heart strings, Belle."
His right hand now goes over to press palm over his chest against his dark tshirt. "Here I was hopin' t'sweep you off your feet… guess I'm gonna need a bigger brush than what I brought."
"And believe it or not, it's my fault. He and I were talkin' in the garage one night. About dating, and how to do it when you're a mutant, much less one of us that can't control it, ya know?" She shrugs. "I thought he was aimin' to maybe hang out with me..but instead he went out and met some girl and she likes him. So… then Jeannie told him she loved him and kissed him, so who all knows what's goin' on there."
She rises, moving to tuck that hair brush into the locked box in the closet. Can't have it laying around. She looks over her shoulder, brows lifted. "Dax used to be a student at the school. Left before you ever came around, went across the country, spent some time in L.A., now he's back here in the city." She laughs. "I don't think sharing a two bedroom apartment qualifies as shackin' up, Remy." Then there's a faint snort. "Why would you wanna sweep me offa my feet anyhow? Plenty of girls would be crazy 'bout you."
Remy can only softly shakes his head at the tumultuous romantic triangle that Scott Summers has gotten himself into. It acctually makes him shoot out a short and sweet little laugh in fact, not because Summers might be in a tough place, or even Jean for that matter… he likes Jean more than Scott admittedly, but thats just because he doesn't fully think Scott believes him or trusts him where Jean likely can just see Remy's true intentions with relative ease.
"They gonna have t'sort out that mess, quite clearly." Remy replies about it all. "I wish'em the besta luck with it too, but thats why you don't focus on them other girls." When she rises up to store the hair brush in a safe place he sits up in his chair and leans forward again to glance around the room and then back to her.
"Two beds just mean twice the options for breaking my poor little heart, Chere." And he too stands up, but stays where he is with his hands at his sides. "And why would I wanna sweep you off your feet?" He tilts his head as he stares at her. "I been a lotta places, Rogue. I met a lotta women… and you ain't wrong. I could easily get myself inna place like Scotty is now." He shakes his head back and forth then. "But I don't got two women I wanna swoon, I've only got the one." He shows her a light smile then, it flashes onto his expression and then away just as quickly again.
"And I didn't want no part of that mess. Scott was feeding me lines about how men fantasize about women like me, workin' on engines, grease smeared on my cheek. But I'm not some cheesecake calendar girl, you know? He.. he was really barkin' up the wrong tree with that."
Rogue crosses to the window, twitching the curtains a touch wider to look out the window. "Why is it you guys at the school seem to think other men would want to romance me, and sleep with me? I don't get it." She sounds puzzled too, poor thing. She turns her back to the window, to settle into a light sitting on the sill. "It's not like I'm an easy date to have."
Remy's stare remains on her, as though he just doesn't really care to look at anything but. When she crosses to the window, he takes a step and then stops it. Her words make him pause at a mirror on the closet doorway and he reaches out to adjust the door so that it is aiming right at her where she now turns and sits down at.
"You beautiful, Rogue." Gambit says then, motioning to the mirror. "Thats why men, and likely some women, would wish t'be with you." He walks toward her then and as he gets up beside her he crouches down to be at eye level with her, tugging his jeans up at his knees so they don't restrict his motions as he's now looking up at her a bit from this spot.
"People often want what they can't have too. Dats one'a the drivin' forces behind where I come from. Tryin' t'get the thing others tell ya ain't yours. You ain't easy, no. You ain't no cheesecake neither…" He reaches up and out to push her dark hair off of the left side of her face to get a better look at her. "I don't know about all them other people and I don't much care neither. But I do know one thing, I like a challenge." He cracks a small smile then for her.
"That's just the surface, Remy. Lots of people are pretty on the outside, and anything but on the inside. Me? I'm not just.. me. I've got a lot of slivers and splinters of other people that have gotten pushed into my brain, my personality. That's why I'm so damned moody sometimes." There's the faintest flush rising on her cheeks.
"I thought even having a little control over my powers would be amazing. And it is… but then it just makes me worry more. Am I going to be safe going out? IS something going to happen that my powers come online at a bad time? It's just… who wants to deal with that? I don't, and they're my powers!"
Remy listens to her while keeping solid eye contact with her from where he's crouched before her, his hands now going to his knees. After she speaks he settles back into a seated position on the floor without really making any noise or showing any effort, but he's a pretty spry guy after all.
"Convincin' someone why you care about them, is about as easy as tryin' t'prove the existence'a souls inside'a our hearts, Cheri." Gambit then replies to her as he rests his arms atop his knees that are aimed upward now. "Maybe I been exposed to elements'a these 'others' inside'a you, but I think in the past year or so that I've known you, I've met enough'a the real girl t'know that I don't really fear her powers and that if they were to 'come online' while I was bein' graced with a chance'a holdin' onto you?" He twitches his jawline then and gives a little right to left shake of his head at her.
"Seems like a danger'n risk worth takin' t'me." He flashes a light grin then. "But I know. I'm throwin' all this flowery stuff at you moments'a after appearin' outta basically no where, so it probably comes with a lot less effect than I wish it would. But, that bein' said, you clearly been goin' through somethin', and what I really want ya to know, Rogue?" He tilts his head then to try to get her green eyes onto his red. "That I'm here for you now, however you need me t'be."
"It's not that people don't care. I even know bonehead Summers cares, in his way. Most people suck at expressin' feelings. We're all too shut up inside ourselves. And I'm readin' all these studies about how everyone is touch deprived, and how aversely it affects people, and all I can think is…how is it messin' me up, bein' untouchable all these years?"
Green eyes are vivid, perhaps a little damp for a moment until she blinks. A hand lifts to push dark hair away from her face as it angles down to look at him better. "I just can't control it so well when my emotions get all mixed up and too close to the surface. I.. I used my powers, a couple weeks ago. Got in a bar fight, because some guy was a real asshole." She shrugs, blushing.
"Flowery speech after months of silence is somewhat suspicious, Cajun. Comin' here when I'm avoidin' the X-ers, talkin' to me and getting me to spill my guts about Scooter and all that probably don't help my suspicious nature any, either. I hate being dumb, and he made me feel really dumb."
Gambit just lightly smiles at her from where he's seated and lightly nods his head here and there. "We live in a weird world where physical contact is becomin' more'n'more a thing'a the past, what with everyone walkin' around out there like zombies with their phones stuffed up their damn noses." He glance sout the window behind her back before he looks back to her.
"You got it specially rough in that department, that much is true ain't no changin' it neither. Least not how we know yet. But tomorrow is a new day and every day the world changes a little bit more around us. What may not be possible now? Who knows what comes tomorrow."
He has to sigh a little then as he thinks about Scott and this fight that he'd had with Rogue. "I wish I'd been there, I'm sorry I weren't too. But I'm an open book for you now, Chere. If there's anything you wanna know about where I was, what I was doin', all you ever gotta do is just ask. I was finishin' up my loose ends, so I could focus on this life that them goobers up in Westchester are aimin' for, the heroin' stuff. I'm ready t'be a goober now myself, only now… I find dat the one I wanted t'take that plunge with most, ain't there no more?" He shakes his head right to left once. "Now I'm all conflicted again."
"I know people up at the school understand that I'm me and there's little bits and pieces of other people that have become somewhat integrated. But that doesn't mean I want any more of anyone else inside my head." She shrugs. "Tomorrow is always another day, Remy. Every southern girl knows her Scarlett O'Hara. Even me." She adds a little smile there.
"Remy, I don't need to know what you were doin'. Where you were, who you were with… that's yours. Everyone needs their own life, their secrets. I don't need to know everything about everybody. I'll leave that to nosy telepaths." She will tip her head. "I ain't gone and quit them, Remy. I'm just taking some well earned vacation time."
"Scarlett ain't got nothin' on you, Rogue." Remy then says quietly and lets a sly smile show on his scruffy haired face. "But… all'a that bein' said?" He then looks around where they are. "There are way better places t'vacation than this too, Chere."
He drops his legs down and then leans back so he can fish around inside his jeans pocket, struggling just a little. The motorcycle keys fall out, then a few sticks of gum and a pack of cigarettes, finally a pack of playing cards that he raises up and draws out out of, he dances it across his fingers and then holds it out for her.
"I got a cell phone." He says to her then. "Its purple and it plays silly music when someone rings me up." On the card is his phone number. "Just in case you want t'reach me and let me know whats goin' on, and ya know… if ya need someone t'test new power control skills with. Or… if ya wanna go some place for a real vacation rather than this roach motel." Now he's just grinning slightly again.
"Well, this all was sort of an accident. I was going to hit the city for a couple days, then head up to the Catskills, and rent a cabin. You know, really get away and just be alone. But then I ran into Dax, and he's been a lot of fun to catch up with. We were friends when we were takin' classes. I missed him."
She smirks and snorts just a bit at everything he has stashed in his pocket, watching him with his card. "You would have a purple cell phone. I just go with basic black, me." She shrugs, looking at the playing card. "This is so much nicer than some places I've stayed, yanno." She looks up at him. "I should show you where I used to hide, before Xavier fished me out."
Remy's expression at the mention of this Dax fella is clearly not one of 'Oh, I really like this guy.' But he does show a soft smile for the sake of Rogue finding someone to help her through this stuff, that much he can respect this guy for doing. He nods his head lightly and then goes about pushing those things back into his pocket, except the cigarettes, he keeps those in his left hand held rolled up.
"It in my jacket." He says, which he left draped over that chair behind him by the bed. "I gonna get into this cell phone generation, I'm gonna do it witht he fanciest phone I can buy for myself, yeah? I can't wait to start textin' people with silly little faces and that swirly chocolate ice cream face." Its possible Remy doesn't know what that emoji actually is.
He then has a grin spread more boldly over his lips as he nods once to her. "You can show me whatever you want t'show me, Belle. I be entirely too happy t'see it, to be sure."
Rogue laughs, even as she slips that card into the rear pocket on her jeans. "It's a poop emoji, Remy, not chocolate soft serve." Eyes are sparkling with amusement. Maybe some of that amusement is his clear lack of enthusiasm for Dax.
She looks at him, a slow shake of her head. "You don't want to see it, Cajun. It's not the sort of place anyone should be, let alone a scared sixteen year old girl who lives in terror of people touching her." There's a darkness in her eyes in that moment.
She shakes her head then, a smile forming. "I am, however, happy to take you to the burger place I've found this week. Great cheeseburgers with bacon, and the fries are super crispy."
The revelation of the true nature of that emoji seems to stiffle all thought process inside of the Cajun man seated before her on the floor of her hotel room. He does that thing where you turn her head one direction, then the other as you try to piece together all the evidence presented to you and then finally he flutters his eyelashes and blinks his eyelids. "That is obscene." he says with regard to what he thought was a tasty treat being the complete opposite of. "What kinda world do we live in?"
With a soft shake of his head from side to side he moves to stand up then and he motions toward her, wanting to offer her a hand but assuming she is unable to take it without gloves on. "To dine with you, Chere is the best thing I could've come back here for. Or close to it at least." He says with a growing grin. "I'm eager to find a cheeseburger that meets your approval. It must truly be memorable."
Rogue laughs some more at Remy's disconnect at finding out what that emoji is. She can't help it, even as her hand comes up to her mouth to stifle giggles. Green eyes are back to sparkling with amusement, even as she pushes up off the window sill.
"Oh, they're good. The beef isn't too lean, done just the right amount of medium rare, perfect thickness, the cheese is real sharp cheddar, the bacon is crisp… mm." Rogue may be writing a love poem about burgers, who knows. "The fries though, dip them in the house made ranch sauce? It's heaven." You'd never know from looking at her, how much the belle loves her greasy food.
Once on his feet, Remy is moving across the room again to the chair where his jacket is, he gathers it up in the other hand from the one that is clutching those cigarettes and as he's moving to slide an arm into it he's looking over at her. "Not sure this has ever happened to me." He says then to the southern belle.
"But suddenly I'm finding myself jealous of your new room mate, and a cheeseburger…" He reaches up to un his hand through his hair again after he gets his jacket on and just shakes his head at all of this.
"This has been a strange and wholely odd day for me, Chere. But thats how life goes, no? You picture one thing, like some kinda corny rom com, then life gives ya somethin' completely different."
"I'm not Dax's roommate yet… and why jealous? He's a super nice guy, he was never scared of me when we were in school. It's nice to have someone not at the school who knows that me, and still wants to know the current me." She's reaching into the closet for her own well loved leather jacket to slide on. It may be spring, but it's not quite t-shirt weather yet.
"Though jealous of the cheeseburger…with how much time I've s[ent on those this week, that's totally understandable." She's not laughing out loud, but the hint of it is thick in her tone. "Remy, our lives are more sci-fi than Rom-com."
"To be fair t'me, Rogue." Remy starts as he watches her put on her own jacket and then snaps a pointed finger toward her. "I'm jealous've even your clothin'." He then grins at her and walks for the door to pop it open before he gives one more glance around to the interior of her room. "And in my head, I will surely remember that this man you're thinkin' about shackin' up with is some kinda fat slob who's very cruel. Just let me have my dreams, yeah?" He's teasing of course, kind of anyway!
"So where is this place?" He then asks. "I got my motorbike downstairs. Its ready to go wherever you want, Chere. Full tank'a gas and nothin' but the open road." He's grinning mischievously at her now, knowing that this burger joint is likely not far at all, just suggesting they run away together, thats all!
"Admit it. Not all my clothing. Just the silk and lace stuff you don't get to see." She will sass him as she sails out of the room past him, down the hall. "You can keep deludin' yourself about Dax, sure." There's a smirk there, as she pulls her hair out from under her jacket while heading for the elevator.
"We can go for a ride later, Cajun. The cheeseburgers are only a couple blocks away. And we should walk to burn up the calories we are about to partake of. Because this place also has amazing homemade pies."
"Those are higher on the list, it be true." Remy responds to her as they're out in the hallway now and moving back the way he'd come. "All'a it gets up close'n personal with you though, Boo and thusly it all be on the list together.
Once they're in the elevator, Remy's got a couple of cards out of somewhere on his person and he's rolling through and around his hands, they're effectively chasing one another as they dance over and through his fingers, a King and Queen card duo no less.
He glances over at her and just leans his chin forward some as he smiles her way. "You becomin' quite the foodie, now, Rogue?" He asks her. "Give up that mechanic career, become big time Manhattan chef? Don't need t'touch customers in kitchen, no? I'll provide the entertainment to your future restaurant endeavors. I'm quite the skilled pianist, you know? Ticklin' the ivories?"
Rogue just has a smirk on her face as she gets on the elevator with him. "No thanks. I'm not high class enough to be a foodie, or a chef. And no one wants me to have access to that many sharp implements when I get into a mood, hmm?" She leans against the wall of the elevator, watching those cards. "I'm sure you like ticklin' lots of things. Ivories, ladies, wallets right out of pockets." She smirks some more.
"I have every intention of remaining a mechanic. I love my engines too much to give it up to make enchiladas."
Remy leans on the wall opposite of the one she's leaning on, but his eyes remain on her own. He continues to twirl the cards around his fingers as she speaks and he gently nods to what she says. "I admire your ability t'tinker with the automobiles and not make things worse than where they started. I only even know how to do the basics when it comes to that variety'a stuff. OIl change… jump starts, changin' a flat tire." He grins at her. "All the things that come in handy when ya see a damsel in distress on the side'a the road, yeah?"
He uses his the back of his pointer finger to flick one of the cards right across the elevator on its side and it collides with the wall about a foot away from Rogue's shoulder then it actually bounces right back to his hand where he catches it again like it had never left, back to chasing the other card.
"I don't take no wallets no more, Boo." He says. "Thats childs stuff, t'stay off the streets. Nope, my thievin' days are done. I got everything I need, right here."
"Well, it was something I always liked to do. Take things apart, put them back together, make them run better… or again if they'd stopped." She shrugs. "Then it was better than taking college classes online, and struggling because that's not the right format for me."
She will watch the card, then the man, one brow curving upwards. "I took my fair share of wallets, back when I was starvin' and homeless. I don't look down on gettin' by."
Remy just continues to slightly grin at the woman across from him in the elevator as it descnds to the ground floor, he glances at which floor they're currently on and then back to her. "Think you can take my wallet from me without me knowing it?" He asks her then. "Bonus points if you do it before dem doors open up there, Chere." He motions toward them with one hand and then goes back to dancing the cards around his knuckles and fingertips.
"If so, maybe we make you the Thief'a the group and I get everyone's confidence that I'm not out t'take their stuff that I don't even remotely want." He then presses one of the cards up against his forehead and it sticks, face out, showing off the King of Hearts to her, he smiles all big at her.
"Sure I could. Just reach out and touch you, knock you out, and rifle through all your pockets. Easy peasy." Rogue taunts him. "Otherwise, it would be impossible, because you'd be expecting it. I don't take sucker bets, Cajun."
Green eyes glance up at the numbers over the door, before she's looking at him. "Naw, it would be too confusing to have Rogue be the thief, sugar." She sasses him, before she snickers at the card on his forehead. "Doof."
"Okay." Remy says and yields to that for the southern belle when the elevator doors open and they're able to step off. "Then not tonight. But sometime, any time, if you can take my wallet without… ya know… endin' my life." He flutters his fingers at her then as he pops the King of Hearts off of his forehead and then claps it back together when the other in his hand. "Then I at least give you that much more respect for what you learned on the streets? Cause somethin'… tells me that you didn't just use your, ya know, t'drop folks'n take their billfolds. That just don't entirely seem like your style."
As they walk, they pass by a table with a frseh set of flowers inside of a glass vase, something the hotel staff likely sets out every day or few days. He reaches out and easily swipes one out of the glass jar then turns and offers it over to her. "For you, my tasty Cheeseburger." He says, now just straight up being a true 'doof' as she said, for the fun of it.
"I did, more than once. Usually when someone had done something that I had to defend myself from." Rogue says, her voice dipping a little lower. "But by then, I usually felt they deserved it." She shrugs, a shake of her head as she takes that flower. "But once I got here, I got better at it. Stopped wearing my gloves, gloves made it harder to be precise."
She pauses, once they are on the sidewalk, looking up at him. "Did you serioulsy just call me your tasty cheeseburger?"
Gambit has to laugh then at her question there-after at him and he points back up at the building they just stepped out of. "'Ey, Chere… Like three whole minutes ago you were describin' these burgers as though they were some kinda Greek God." He chides back at her then. "I'm just tryin' t'get on your level." He raises a hand up to flare his fingers at his own forehead. "Ya know, get inside'a that head'a yours without havin' t'have you put me in a coma t'get there." His bike is there on the sidewalk, she'd likely recognize it and he stops by it to drop some coins into the meter for it to stay safer there longer.
"Figured you were not that inta my usual compliments too." He adds as he steps back toward her. "Thought I might try a new route. Don' like it? I go back t'the old stuff then."
"For cheeseburgers, these are some of the top shelf sort of thing, yes. But I am not some hunk of flame seared meat with cheese." She laughs, even as she twirls the flower between her fingertips. It could be worse, her powers could kill even this, but they don't! "Nor am I subtly greasy, I hope. OR twenty percent fat."
She will walk down the sidewalk, eyes bright and alert, watching their surroundings. Whether that's from her street kid life, or Xavier's, who knows. "I think I prefer you stick to the classics, Cajun."
"Fair'a'nough, Cheri." Remy says then as he does go to light up a cigarette then and of course neglects to use a lighter since he doesn't need one. He hides it though, because he learned a long time ago that silly people get freaked out by mutations if they catch sight of them. So once he has it lit he looks over at her and just grins, walking a few steps away so as not to hit her with the cigarette smoke because he's a gentleman like that.
"You all fine muscle, far as I can see anyhow." He says back at her. "Though I could stand t'get a better look some time." And as he throws that gem out there he walks past a magazine vendor and after dropping some change on the counter her snatches up a magazine and starts to flip through it.
After a second he shakes his head. "Not my type." He offers it over to her. Its a magazine about cars with topless oiled muscley men working on them. "Here, this for you too. I'm gonna give you so much stuff that you got no room t'put it all by the time we get t'this tasty burger joint'a yours. So be ready."
"I should be, with all the working out I do, out of the garage and in. Engines are not light weight, let me tell you." The belle smiles faintly, holding onto that flower. "They're not my type, either. Big muscle bound morons treat me like I can't know cars as well as they do, and that is just disrespect I can't live with." She shrugs a bit.
"You don't need to give me stuff, Remy. I'm just glad to see you again, see you in one piece, and see that you seem… relaxed, I guess is the word? I don't know."
Remy just grins at her words and response. "You know men far too good, Chere." He says back at her run down of the muscled types. "Though if I catch any of those types botherin' you? I might light'em up, just a little."
He does seem relaxed and happy, probably happier than she even remembers him ever being because he used to be the polar opposite of tense, especially at night or after the sun went down. He definitely wasn't a vampire though! Just well aware of what really does lurk in the dark.
"Well." He starts a response as they walk together toward wherever this joint is that she likes so much. "Lets just say that while I was gone, I severed ties with something that… had me a bit tied up." He glances over at her and gives a faint smirk. "And not in any shred'a the fun ways one can be tied up, no. Only the bad kind."
"But." He plucks the magazine from her and tosses it into a trash bin as they walk past it. "Alls good now. I do believe my past won't be catchin' up with me no more. Takes a weight off, yeah? Like a heavy car engine kinda weight."