[NSFW] Familiar faces | RP with psylocked
After his meeting, of sorts, with Logan, Remy was welcomed back to the mix by Storm, who told him to take the free room across from Rogue, albeit with a small smirk of her own. Totally for logistically purposes, apparently, in case they needed to go on a mission really quickly, they could leave together without creating too much ruckus. Remy just snorted in amusement but didn't argue.
He hadn't planned on hanging around the school to get reaquinted with anyone and was going to dump his bag in the room and go for a ride, maybe into the City to a strip club. He indulged in a bit of a lie on the bed, though, testing it out for comfort and strength of the mattress (it had to be able to withhold quite some activity afterall), but promptly fell asleep. He would put it down to boredom, but the long ride back home to Xaviers was more like it. He hadn't really taken any breaks once he decided he was coming back.
He woke suddenly and his watch told him it was after eleven at night. "Fils de pute," he cursed hoarsely. He'd been asleep for hours. He squinted around the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to get his bearings. If he was anything, it was a heavy sleeper, though he had a tendency to be just as restless in bed as he was when he was awake. He turned the bedside lamp on and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept that heavily. His throat was dry and he needed a drink, so he didn't think twice about going down to the kitchen in search of anything wet. The fridge offered soda, juice or milk. Not exactly the wet Remy was hoping for but he settled on a can of Coke, snapping it open and leaning against the counter to take a long drink.
He hadn't planned on hanging around the school to get reaquinted with anyone and was going to dump his bag in the room and go for a ride, maybe into the City to a strip club. He indulged in a bit of a lie on the bed, though, testing it out for comfort and strength of the mattress (it had to be able to withhold quite some activity afterall), but promptly fell asleep. He would put it down to boredom, but the long ride back home to Xaviers was more like it. He hadn't really taken any breaks once he decided he was coming back.
He woke suddenly and his watch told him it was after eleven at night. "Fils de pute," he cursed hoarsely. He'd been asleep for hours. He squinted around the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to get his bearings. If he was anything, it was a heavy sleeper, though he had a tendency to be just as restless in bed as he was when he was awake. He turned the bedside lamp on and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept that heavily. His throat was dry and he needed a drink, so he didn't think twice about going down to the kitchen in search of anything wet. The fridge offered soda, juice or milk. Not exactly the wet Remy was hoping for but he settled on a can of Coke, snapping it open and leaning against the counter to take a long drink.