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Just a bit of poking fun at Wolverine. Don't get me wrong though, I like him just fine.
Remy LeBeau, standing in the middle of the late Professor Xavier's office, had been contemplating every rule that was being spat out by this Wolverine fellow. The short Canadian scowled, seeming only to be frustrated at the thief's presence. Gambit noticed those long, silver claws threatening to slide out of Logan's knuckles. He definitely wanted to slice and dice this Cajun stranger if only because he smelt like a sketchy scoundrel. Remy could only find this amusing as Wolverine growled, grinding his teeth together. He chuckled lightly, pulling out a card from the pocket in his trench coat. Raising an auburn-colored eyebrow, Gambit charged it.
"Personal space, homme," Remy warned, taking note that Logan's breath wasn't exactly minty-fresh. Logan backed up slowly, still glaring dangerously. "T'ank y. If y' have a problem wit' moi, say it."
"As a matter of fact-"
"Logan," Ororo warned, crossing her arms over her chest. "This is no time for antagonizing our new recruit. Any personal vendettas will not be resolved with violence."
"I don' see what I did wrong, t'ough," Remy added, smirking at Wolverine. "I don' t'ink I've ever stolen anyt'in' from y'. Least, not in dis life."
"I wouldn't take it personally, Gambit. Logan can demonstrate unfriendliness better than any person. Just ask Cyclops," Beast said, laughing slightly. He stood just behind Logan, worried that the tension in the room would get out of hand. He mentally questioned what reason Wolverine had for disliking this man so much. Hank would have to ask about at a more appropriate time. "Now, Mr. LeBeau, we have gone over all the rules. Do you have any questions?"
Gambit pondered this. So far, all of the rules he could live with. However, there was just one thing that was never brought up. His smirk broadened, as he started tapping his index finger against the Professor's desk. "Oui. What is de policy on, say, datin'?"
"It's a school," Logan began, knowing exactly what Remy was getting at, "for kids."
"Dat doesn't answer mah question," Gambit replied, sighing in a bored fashion. "Y' can't tell moi dat y don't ever have needs."
Logan shook his head, frustrated. "No sex. Especially for you, Gumbo."
"Dat's unreasonable. Weren't Scott an' Jean married?" Remy questioned.
"Yes." Storm answered. "Just please, keep all to a minimum, Remy. We don't need any scandals in a children's environment. It is, as Logan said, a school for kids. As far as needs go, get a hotel room," she advised.
"I can deal wit' dat," the Cajun replied, leaning on the desk.
"Anything else," Hank asked.
"Non. Not'ing f'r now." Remy replied, standing straight. "I already have everyt'ing settled, f'r de most part." He looked at Wolverine out of the corner of his red on black eyes.
"Our next training session in the Danger Room will be tomorrow afternoon, after lunchtime. Be on time." Wolverine said, wanting to add an or else to that last part. "Clear?"
"Crystal," he retorted. Remy popped the collar on his trench coat, rolling his eyes. Would Wolverine always feel the need to be so cold? It was hardly necessary from his point of view. Not only was it uncivilized, but it felt unfair to be misjudged. He hadn't even stolen anything from the Institute yet, (not that he was planning to), and already Logan was condemning him for a crime he hadn't commit. Or maybe, he was just jealous. Because, his sideburns looked weird, and Remy's didn't.
Dat could be it.
"If y'll excuse moi, I must be headin' off. It's kinda chilly in here," the Cajun thief commented, pretending to shiver. He walked toward the door, feeling a hole being mentally burnt into his back by Logan. Gambit chuckled silently to himself, hearing threats bubbling in his throat, meanwhile Remy, himself, was completely calm. And then he thought:
Dis could be so annoyin' if it weren't already so funny.
He stepped out of the office, followed by Storm.
"Remy, I apologize for Logan's actions. He has just been tense since… Well, you know." Ororo said, afraid to meet Gambit's gaze. She figured he must being fuming inside. "Don't let him change your mind about the X-Men. Everyone isn't usually like that."
"T'ink not'in o' it, Stormy," Remy replied, grinning warmly at his friend. "I t'ink maybe I be joinin' dat party for de new recruits downstairs, non? De night is young. An' since I don' have a date, maybe y' want to be t'night?"
"Always the charming one, Remy, but I think I'll pass. Thank you." Ororo laughed, meeting Remy's glance. "I have work to be done. Have fun."
He chuckled, as he and Storm walked in different directions. She was a good friend to him, and almost like a sister. Remy shook his head, muttering something incoherent to himself. Obviously, he had been spending too much time in the same room with Wolverine. That had to stop. The Cajun couldn't help but find this man's choice of hairstyle a bit odd, but somewhat amusing all the same. Honestly, it reminded him a wild cat that just got into a fight with a ladybug, and lost. Gambit made a mental note to ask Logan how on Earth he got his hair that way. It should make for an interesting conversation, and with any luck, it could at least tick the Canadian off more than he already was. Then, a fight would break out, and Remy would prove himself the victor.
Remy descended from the staircase, gazing at all of the students in their different groups. They all were scattered about the room like ants spoiling a picnic. Roaring laughs rang throughout the mansion. Grimacing, Gambit just remembered that since this was, indeed, a school, that there would be no alcoholic beverages. Normally that wouldn't matter to him, just as long as there were a couple of pretty ladies around, but all these were all just a bunch of schoolgirls with giggles that made him of nails on a chalkboard. That wouldn't have been so horrible either if Remy weren't receiving questioning stares at a few. He felt out of place, which was fairly normal. Gambit never really belonged, but since this was to be his new home for the time being, he was going to find somebody equal to him to keep his sanity intact. And not just Ororo, either, but somebody with a little more time on their hands.
Remy leaned against the left corner of the wall, bored out of his ever-loving mind. He once again questioned his reasons for deciding to attend this party. Every so often, a girl would stop and stare at him as if they had never seen a person of the opposite sex from them. They would giggle and walk away. It was, needless to say, slightly bothersome, not that he could blame the young girls for thinking that he was just so damn irresistible. He had gotten used to the attention at one point during this little party.
But, no one really bothered to strike up a conversation with him. Word was apparently out about every sin and every mistake he had ever committed, with a few exceptions of his long-hidden secrets, and everyone seemed intimidated by Remy's very presence. He really shouldn't have cared so much because of his usually thick skin, but he wasn't used to having everyone hate him so fast. Okay, well. He was, but normally somebody usually had a good enough reason in their hatred. This was a little different. No one had been interested in getting to know Remy.
His red on black orbs, again, scanned the room. There wasn't really much else to do, but analyze people (just in case this hero business didn't work out). Gambit stopped, drinking in the sight of a young woman across the room, staring off into space. She wore her long, brunette hair over her shoulders with two white stripes framing her soft features. A small frown met the corner of the girl's lips as she exhaled. She was clad in a light green sweater and blue jeans.
What a sad lookin' creature.
At last, her jade eyes met his eyes. Startled by this, the girl quickly glanced away, and in spite of herself, she looked again. Smiling this time. Remy chuckled at her, daring her to walk over to him.