H - Hypsiophobia
(Gambit X Northstar)
Gambit ...did not have a fear of heights. He was a thief, he dealt with heights on a daily basis whenever he did jobs. He was an X-Men, meaning he had fought in high places, flew the jet, did all sorts of things that involved him being miles up in the air.
So, no, Remy Lebeau was totally not afraid of heights no matter what that blue fur ball told him. So what if his stomach got butterflies and he felt nauseous just taking a peek down. That was totally normal for any person.
"Wanna go for a midnight fly Gambit~" Northstar leaned around the counter, snatching a cold fry from the Cajun's plate. Remy had come down for a midnight snack and was greeted with the presence of Jean-Paul not too long after. Gambit was a flirt himself, so he knew when someone was flirting and Jean-Paul was flirting.
"Ah, no thank you cher." Gambit gave the other a small smile. "Maybe another time, yes?"
Northstar pouted, lower lip puffed out and everything. "Come on, Rem. It'll be a short one. Half hour at the very most, not too fast either-"
"Gambit say no." The butterflies were growing claws and attacking his stomach lining at this point. Just imagining himself in open air, being able to fall oh so easily….
Damn it.
"Hey, are you okay? You're looking a little green there Gambit. Are the fries bad?" Northstar stood and walked closer to the brunette, catching his chin in his hand. "Oh, I think I see." Northstar backed off, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Maybe another time would be best. Or...we can always do something else. Teach me poker?"
"Merci, Jean-Paul. Merci…."