"Firstly, can ah ask. Who knows how to drive?" Rogue asked as they walked
to the garage.
" I'm good wit a motorbike." Gambit answered.
"Hmm.like, 3 people on a motor bike. I like don't think so. I can try to like drive. I do have a license." Shadowcat asked eager to drive.
"I don't see any harm in that, homme, do you?" He looked to Rogue.
"Yeah, well, we have t' get there anyway. Even if we're in pieces."
"Hey that was so mean!"
Shadowcat ran out ahead of them and into the garage.
"So chere, uh, how are you?" Gambit tried to make conversation.
"Ah'm ok, and you?"
"Fine."
The conversation dwindled down until no one said anything. Rogue walked over the driveway and looked up at the sky. It was a bright sunny day, and she was dying in her X-Suit. She wished she could control her mutation instead of wear layer upon layer of clothing. But it didn't work that way.
BEEEEPP!!
A jeep came racing out of the garage with Shadowcat's face, pale with fear sitting in the driver's seat.
"ROGUE!" Gambit yelled. But she was frozen, for some reason her legs wouldn't move. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"CHERE! MOVE!" Gambit ran forward, jumped, throwing them both to the ground as the jeep came screeching to a halt.
"Than.. Thank you." Rogue stuttered.
"It's ok chere." Gambit got up and held out his hand to help Rogue get up.
"Rogue!? Are you like ok?" Shadowcat came running up to them. "I'm like, so so so sorry!"
"It's ok." Rogue started.
"C'mon, we've had enough trauma for un' day, homme, let's get moving." Gambit pushed them into the jeep," But maybe I'll drive."
" I'm good wit a motorbike." Gambit answered.
"Hmm.like, 3 people on a motor bike. I like don't think so. I can try to like drive. I do have a license." Shadowcat asked eager to drive.
"I don't see any harm in that, homme, do you?" He looked to Rogue.
"Yeah, well, we have t' get there anyway. Even if we're in pieces."
"Hey that was so mean!"
Shadowcat ran out ahead of them and into the garage.
"So chere, uh, how are you?" Gambit tried to make conversation.
"Ah'm ok, and you?"
"Fine."
The conversation dwindled down until no one said anything. Rogue walked over the driveway and looked up at the sky. It was a bright sunny day, and she was dying in her X-Suit. She wished she could control her mutation instead of wear layer upon layer of clothing. But it didn't work that way.
BEEEEPP!!
A jeep came racing out of the garage with Shadowcat's face, pale with fear sitting in the driver's seat.
"ROGUE!" Gambit yelled. But she was frozen, for some reason her legs wouldn't move. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"CHERE! MOVE!" Gambit ran forward, jumped, throwing them both to the ground as the jeep came screeching to a halt.
"Than.. Thank you." Rogue stuttered.
"It's ok chere." Gambit got up and held out his hand to help Rogue get up.
"Rogue!? Are you like ok?" Shadowcat came running up to them. "I'm like, so so so sorry!"
"It's ok." Rogue started.
"C'mon, we've had enough trauma for un' day, homme, let's get moving." Gambit pushed them into the jeep," But maybe I'll drive."