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"What is that stuff?" I asked as McCoy rolled in an extra cart alongside our normal one.
"Didn't he tell you?" The older man looked towards Remy who gave him a wink. McCoy laughed softly and glanced back to me, "Oh my, sorry about that. It seems I almost ruined the surprise."
Remy and the doctor having their own little meeting about something? Well, that can't be good. Sure, I trusted Beast not to throw me under the bus, but that doesn't mean I approve of being kept out of the loop. You should never, ever be kept in the dark when that Cajun is involved.
"Merci, mon ami." Remy, confident as ever, stood up from the bed he had been relaxing on and walked over to the cart.
"Alright, Swamp Rat. What did you do this time?"
"Always think the worst of people don't you, Chere?"
"Certain people." I countered as he placed a hand over his heart in mock pain. "So what is this mysterious surprise?"
"Remy figure," He whipped the cloth off of the cart to reveal a large selection of paints and brushes. "We could use a window in here."
Okay, I will give him that a window would be amazing.
Who am I kidding? A window would be amazingly, awesomely, freakin' fantastic! I haven't seen sunlight or smelled a fresh breeze in who knows how long. But I wasn't quite sure how paints were going to fix a construction problem. Unless he expected to charge the cans and throw them at the wall or something. Seemed wild enough to come out of Remy's head.
"An artist such as yourself can't see the master plan?" He smiled and tugged at my gloved hand so I would walk closer to the cart.
"How did you know I like art?"
"Not important." He quickly swept aside the idea and handed me a brush. "Now, how about we brighten this place up some?" He took his own thin brush and painted a giant rectangle on the largest free wall space. "Just add scenery, and instant window."
I blinked, unable to fathom how he arranged such an idea without letting me know anything. The only way he could have gotten this many supplies and approval from McCoy was to go through the channels of asking the adults. He had to have been sneaking around even more than I realized was possible to make that many connections while sitting right beside me. Really, though I felt strange saying it, the whole thing was kind of sweet.
Remy motioned to the wall, not waiting for or demanding a thank you, and smiled as I stepped up and started to paint the sun in the far left corner. We worked in silence mainly, only stopping to pass some colors back and forth or make random comments about certain artistic choices.
"What is that?" I asked as he started adding details to his newest addition.
"What it look like?" He added with a bit of humorous pride, "A beau femme."
"Her boobs are bigger than her head."
"She got some good genes."
"And her thumbs are on the wrong side of her hands." A small laugh escaped my lips as he gave an exaggerated sigh and pointed his brush at me.
"Creativity knows no bounds, Chere."
"Well then," I leaned closer to him and swiftly outlined a muscular man with thumbs that just happened to be incorrect. "At least she isn't alone in this artistic wonderland of yours."
"Mushy movies and coupling up imaginary people? People gonna start thinking you got a heart in there somewhere, Chere."
The blush overcame my cheeks quicker than I thought, so I turned from him and started to add flowers to the other half of the picture. It wasn't like I cared what he thought about my drawings or movie opinions. I couldn't care in the slightest what Remy LeBeau thought about anything. But, as he laughed softly and turned to the side to add a goatee to my man drawing, I found myself smiling.
"Remy,"
Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Yeah, there was that sleazy side and flirts with anything in a skirt half and the thief part and that strange habit he had of sitting next to my bedside and… I shook my head when my train of thought started to jump off the tracks. The main thing was that Remy had a kind side and it actually impressed me that he went through all this to make me happy.
"I just wanted to say thanks for doing this whole thin-" I paused as my eyes settled on the picture he was fixing. Suddenly, the considerate side seemed a little more mischievous, "Why are you putting my hair coloring on… Are you seriously painting me as the wrong-thumbed bimbo Remy LeBeau!?"
