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[stunningkiss]

Who Rogue stunningkiss | Gambit 52cardstud
Where Out and about for now...
When Evening 5/13 (backdated)
Warning Who knows. With these two awkwardness and angst?
Summary Rogue goes to see Gambit... with constructive intentions, during this time of high tension.
Format paragraph? :D

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[52cardstud]

He'd been keeping himself busy. Trawling the networks for information, fixing up the smallest of things that had gone wrong with the mansion, watching the news, keeping an eye on the other X-men, their comings and goings: it was all an effort to keep himself moving. Movement meant that thinking had to take a back seat, that he could focus on the here and now instead of what had gone on in the past, and how that past was now rushing forth to meet him all over again.

Her footsteps were light enough that he barely heard her approach; the ringing doorbell, not as much. He leaped down from the ladder he'd been using to paint one of the higher parts of the wall in an adjacent hallway, then moved to open the large, double-doors the led into the second Institute. In paint-spattered cargo shorts and a wife beater, he must've cut the most romantic figure possible.

[stunningkiss]

Rogue was surprised.... first of all, he was home... second of all... well... "Hey." She relaxed a bit, smiling and letting out a small laugh. How was it possible that Remy looked so darn good doing whatever he decided to do? Splattered with paint... it almost suited him. "...you always did have problems stayin' inside the lines~" She felt comfortable teasing him, resting a hand on her hip.

[52cardstud]

This? This he could work with. He leaned into the frame of the door, letting out a little noise of a laugh. "What can I say, I got a need t'be unique."

He thumbed his nose, laughed again. "Ya drop by for a friendly visit, or...?"

[stunningkiss]

"That's for sure." Rogue laughed softly, shaking her head a little. If anything else the way Gambit had a handle on things in the past were to attest to that... "Yeah, Ah had nothin' goin' on tonight, figured Ah'd check up on the swamp rat... y'know, make sure he isn't gettin' himself into trouble." If no one did it, someone certainly had to. She perked up an eyebrow. "Seein' as how you're busy at work though..." Rogue tilted her head to the side. "...Need a hand? Ah'm willin' to bet you got more paint on yahself than the actual walls."