Disclaimer: I don't own Remy or Rogue, unfortunately.
Remy sat in the rec room, staring at the TV, idly flipping through the channels for something to watch. As he was becoming increasingly bored, Rogue walked into the room, put in a movie, and seated herself beside him.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head against him, allowing herself to be absorbed into the movie. Remy twirled a piece of her hair around his finger absently.
"Anna, will you marry me?"
Rogue took a moment to process what he had said before glaring up at him. "Swamp Rat, you do understand that I'm only sixteen, right?"
"So that's a yes?" He teased.
"I'll think about it."
A/N: To clarify, Remy is joking throughout this entire dialogue - sort of.
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