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( Oh Remy is eating that up, gaze drifting over every inch of flesh touched by that pink spread. He is truly gorgeous. )
Ah wouldn' complain, how 'bout we recovene 'ere in ah hour. Ah can pick ya up ~ Go' ah sweet ride.
// it also changes quite literally nothing, it's just his own guilt he's appeasing so the whole thing feels pointless.
He wouldn't abandon his world.
// I'm actually really disliking gambit gone so far, BC wdym it's reading like 616 Remy doesn't want to return to HIS family, HIS rogue, HIS life. Because he wants to atone by protecting the morlocks of the other universe. 100% I get why they've gone that route, but --
Remy chuckles at that, amused by the thought. Honestly he could use a break...
" Ain' so sure de wizard gon'preciate mah company, buh it ah nice t'oug' ~ "
Mug swiftly drained, beignet to follow suit, a mix of bitter and sweet flavours surrounding the tongue. Heaven.
( Cute, playful squeeze follows suit - raises both their hands to land a kiss against his knuckles. Always the smoothe operator. Dinner it is. )
Parfait ~ y'wanna go like dis or we dressin' up ?
( Offers on the table ~ )
" Bon, dat better ~ We known eac' ot'er too well fer too long now, oui ? "
He's reaching for his secret homemade biscuit stash - hidden so Logan and the kids don't scarf them all at once. He offers some to her.
" It sum ligh' roas' blend from de local market. Ain' anyt'in' --
Temp'in' ah dat is, ah t'ink we shoul' le' de city wait on us tonigh' ~
( Just thinking of his welfare, Remy is a wealthy guy, he could buy an entire ten blocks worth of heaters if need be.
Lightly taking both freezing palms in his own half gloved, warm hands instead. )
Anyt'in' fer you Jeanie ~
( X- Mug placed down as coffee is poured inside, a small dash of his favourite syrup for extra taste ~ )
Et voilΓ‘ ~
" Please chΓ©re, call me Remy. " Moving to swipe up his own mug, blowing away excess steam before allowing the liquid to soothe his throat. The perfect ratio of bitter to sweet.
Mmm Gambit ain' non cheap.... Buh fer you ? Ah'll 'cept dinner ~
( Understandable, does he at least have a heater in the office ? As much as Remy doesn't mind his service, he can't sit here all day ~ )
Maybe ah shoul' star' chargin' fer bein' yer personal radiator ~
( Unpleasant ! But the Cajun runs hot, sensation won't last long. ~ )











