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It was a well known fact that whoever invented Monday was burning up in his own private corner of hell. Remy couldn't wait to get down there and kick his ass. That is, after he was done pouting.
"Stop it, chile." Mattie snapped. "If y' stick dat lower lip o' y'rs out any further, I'll step on it."
Remy snorted with amusement and then took the very mature road of sticking his tongue out at the older woman.
In stead of the violent reaction all of the X-men assembled were expecting, Mattie chuckled.
"Y'r lucky y'r good looking, boy, or we wouldn' be able t' get any girl t' put up wit' y'." She commented.
"And you're lucky y' can cook better dan a saint, 'cause I wouldn' put up wit' y'." He shot right back.
He cowered away from her raised hand and the X-men were left wondering why exactly they had been afraid of this man.
"I don't know how I feel about this, Professor." Scott admitted.
"I'm glad we're in agreement, scooter." Remy cut in before Xavier could say anything, standing and making a run for the door. "I guess I'll pack up me bags and be on my way den."
"Remy-." Mattie growled.
He sat down obediently and pouted some more.
"I know that you are unwilling to accept Mr. LeBeau as a member of your team, Scott." Xavier said after a moment's reflection. "But I feel that he is sincere in his quest for redemption… And that Mattie will strictly hold him to that."
The other X-men chuckled and Remy shot them a glare that could have wilted a flower.
"Aw, cheer up Gambit," A teasing southern voice called to him. "It won't be too bad." She chuckled.
The was almost an audible click as Remy switched from pouting child to smooth ladies man.
"O' course not, cherie." He smiled lazily at the girl, drawling out his words like honey so that they resembled a purr more than speech, leaning back in his chair so that his body was elongated at appealing angels. "You're here."
Rogue rolled her eyes and Tante Mattie smacked him.
"Ow…" He whined and the pouting child was back. "I feel abused."
"As well y' should." The older woman commented.
He grumbled something in French that no one except for Mattie understood.
"Watch y'r mouth." She snipped and the grumbles became deeper and more colorful sounding.
"He's like a nine-year-old." Kitty whispered to Jean.
"He's vocabulary's much more developed than a nine-year-old's." Jean commented, catching some of the interpreted words being projected from Mattie's subconscious.
"Ms. LeBeau, perhaps it would be best if we let Remy have some time to adjust." Xavier suggested seeing that she was growing increasingly more annoyed with Remy as time went on, and that the boy was collecting an array of bruises because of it.
"Y' right." Mattie allowed, nodding her head. She turned around and pulled Remy into a tight, loving hug. "Call me if y' need me t' beat anyone senseless f' y'."
"Dat's what I got Belladonna fo'" He smirked into her shoulder and they both had a good laugh at that joke. The X-men looked at each other in confusion. "'R y' goin' back t' N'wlins after dis?" He asked once she had relinquished her hold on his.
"Oui." She nodded her head, rubbing at her eyes to cover up some tears.
"It looks like y' got something' in y' eye." He teased, only to be rewarded with a good smack on the shoulder.
"Hush y'." She turned to go out the door. "And y' behave y'self, y' hear!" She called behind her.
"When don' I?" He asked indignantly.
Her echoing laughter was the only answer he got. He allowed himself one moment to smile after her before grimacing and turning back to the X-men.
Xavier was smiling brightly, Hank was sifting through his French-English dictionary, Jean was smiling her 'I am the goddess of perfection' smile, Scott was busy trying not to pout because realistically only Remy LeBeau can pout like a man, Kitty was giggling to herself, Kurt was eyeing him warily in much the same way Logan was, only when Kurt did it, it seemed more juvenile and less like a threat, and Rogue was glaring at him speculatively.
Another, nearly audible click.
"What, cherie?" He smirked at her, leaning against the wall, elongating his legs and rolling his shoulders like a puma on the hunt.
"Nothin'." She drew her eyes away from him, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest. "Who's Belladonna?"
"She's my assassin." He said with a joking demeanor. "De fille is crazy about me. Why?" He drawled. "Jealous?"
"No," Rogue scoffed. "The girl must be crazy to like you, swamp rat."
"Aw, how cute." He smiled at her, finding her anger very amusing. "Y' gave Remy a nickname. A term of endearment, if y' will."
"I don't find anything' about you endearin'." Rogue sniffed, cocking one of her hips.
"Nothin' at all?" He said suggestively.
Every X-man in the room was completely aware that this conversation was about to go bad places, but for some reason, none of them could work up the nerve to interrupt them. It was like watching a ballet before a plane crash.
"Absolutely nothing'." She shot back. "I never have and I never will." She declared vehemently.
Remy let his evil smirk crawl across his lips and felt that signature spark in his demon eyes and he pushed himself off the wall and coolly made his way to her side, close enough she started to squirm.
"Is that a challenge, cherie?" He mumbled into her ear.
"Yes," She said sarcastically. "You caught me."
Remy tutted, backing away from her. "Bitterness doesn't suit such a pretty face, ma belle."
"Bitterness about what?" Rogue sneered. "That other girl's get to kiss you and I can't?"
"Oh, but you forgot, cherie." He laughed at her. "You already kissed me."
"What?" She spluttered. "Nu-uh!"
He produced a DVD out of one of his pockets.
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"Y' fly in and take out Petey first, y'see." He pointed out the events that were happening on the screen. Rogue sat beside him on the couch, glaring at the screen.
The metal man carried a large crate over his head. Rogue walked up, tapped him on the back of the neck, dragged his lifeless body out of the crate and walked away.
"An' den fluffy."
Sabertooth caught her from the side, sending her falling to the ground. Her raised a hand back to swipe at her, but she caught it, overpowering him.
"An' den Johnny boy."
"Awful bold ov ya comin' here, girl." St. John's insane cackle called out to her. "Or are you just stupid?"
Pyro attempted to light her on fire before she used Colossus' power and walked through the flames to absorb him and throw him through a crate, wearing the scraps of the clothing she had been adorned with before the fire.
"An' den me!" He added cheerfully.
"Bravo, cherie." The him on the screen clapped. "Looks to me like Rogue's up to no good. But hey, I like that in a girl."
There was a general swooning sound from behind them and Rogue and Remy turned to see every girl in the mansion crowded into the room.
"That's, like, so cute!" Kitty cooed.
"It gets better!" Remy assured her.
The Rogue on screen shed her metallic skin and stepped towards Remy with her hand outstretched. He retreated accordingly. "Only thing is, you're not alone in this are you?"
"Who's behind it? Mystique?" He demanded, leaping gracefully on top of some crates when she swiped at him. "I think so, question is- Why?" He twirled his bo staff around in his fingers.
Rogue lifted up her hand and sent him flying with telekinesis that she had probably stolen from Jean before the video took place. He slammed into a wall and fell to the ground, barely having any time to recover when Rogue pounced on top of him. He got his legs in between them, but it was good enough for the moment.
"See if you can guess." She dared, reaching out to touch his face.
He kicked her off.
Everyone in the room heaved a sigh of disappointment except for Rogue.
"Wait for it." Remy said.
After the Rogue on screen went flying, the Remy on screen got up and looked around warily, searching for his attacker. He turned around…
…Right into Rogue's lips…
Everyone in the room squealed with delight, giggling hysterically.
"Wait for it…" Remy said again, pausing the video right after he collapsed to the ground. "That, ladies and gentlemen," He pointed to the Rogue on the screen. "Is a genuine Rogue-smile." He bowed deeply as all the girls clapped. "Thank you."
Rogue sank down into the couch, burning to cinders with embarrassment. She may have to kill him for this.