Flashy or Trashy
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"Aye, baby," Remy said, a smirk gracing his features, his thick southern accent a bit thicker than Rogue's, and she giggled. "Yuh wan'ow git ah bit'o eats?"
"Nope, that's okay, Remy, I've just eaten."
The smirk faded to a frown, and he grabbed his chest, faking a heart attack. "Ma amie! Yuh wo'nd meh," he said as he fell over the side of the couch that Rogue was lounging on.
She laughed, throwing her head back and almost shrieking with glee.
"Wha?"
"Nothing, dahling, you just are funny. Now get going and leave, let me watch my movie in peace," she said, smiling wide and playfully pushing him off the couch and out of the door.
Sometimes the Cajun man was just a little too much for a girl who couldn't touch.
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