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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with a new puppy and had a terrible writer's block. It seemed as if my muse * cough_pyro_cough* was cheating on me and giving writing inspiration to someone else. So, without further adieu the next chapter for your enjoyment. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay. Now, Gambit, stay close and don't go wandering off."
"Why? Gambit is not a child," the Cajun protested.
"Because first of all I don't want to lose you in the crowd. And secondly I don't want to buy one of those kiddie collars that you Velcro around their wrist and Velcro the other one around your own. Not only because it would be incredibly embarrassing, but also because we already have one at home."
"Why don't you tell Colossus to stay close?"
"Because I trust him more than I trust you."
"Why do you not trust Gambit? Is not Gambit trustworthy?"
"No, you aren't. Sometimes you act like a two-year-old. Now let's go."
They hadn't gone far before Gambit spied Bath and Body. He tugged on Pyro's sleeve, hoping to change his mind about going inside, but Pyro didn't turn around. They began to get farther and farther away when Gambit decided to make a mad dash for it. If he hurried he could buy the lotion and come back before Pyro even noticed he was gone.
Pyro continued to look for a decent place to hold the auditions. It was so crowded. Maybe he would be better off making posters and holding them somewhere else at a later date perhaps, even though it wouldn't help his writer's block.
"Well, I guess this is it, mates. Where's a print shop so I can make some flyers and we can go home?" He turned around to face Piotr. He quickly looked to either side of the large man, hoping to spy Gambit. When he didn't find him he frantically looked around for him, hoping to see him somewhere near-by. No such luck. "Oh no! He's loose!"
"Gambit," Colossus called.
"Remy," Pyro cried, " Remy where are you?"
"Excuse me," an old woman asked, " I couldn't help but over hear. Have you lost your son?"
"Oh no, Remy's not my son."
"A nephew then. What does he look like?"
"He's got brown hair, red eyes with black, a little goatee, um, a little taller than me."
"How old is he?"
"I don't know, probably around 20;maybe a little younger. I'm not really sure, we never got into age."
"And he needs a babysitter," the lady asked appauled.
"Sometimes, but most of the time we just lock him up in a cage in the basement."
"You're inhuman," the lady gasped, striking him with her purse and hurrying off.
"I was joking," Pyro told Colossus. " Sabertooth's the one we usually have to lock up. The cage has got his name on it and everything. I was thinking of getting him a collar that said "kitty" on it but I thought that would be a little much. What do you think?"
Colossus stared at him. " You need psychological help. Do you know that?"
" I do not! My parents dragged me to a psychiatrist since I was five. Then I joined the Acolytes and stopped going since it never did me any good anyways. Now come on, we need to find Remy."
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Pyro fearlessly lead Colossus through the sea of people, keeping his own eyes peeled for any sign of the Cajun. "If I were Remy, where would I be?"
"Bath and Body," Colossus exclaimed. "Gambit wanted to get lotion!"
" That's right, he did! Oooh, I'm gonna get him for running off."
Pyro entered the store with extreme caution. Who knew what kind of monster disguised as a sales clerk, armed with a smelly spray might jump out at him from behind a display, and attack him. The coast seemed clear with a large crowd of people all clumped around something in the middle of the store. " I've just gotta find Gambit and get the heck out of her before someone."
"Hi," a perky sales clerk greeted from out of nowhere. " Welcome to Bath and Body. How can I help you, sir?"
" I'm looking for someone."
"Oh, a present for your girlfriend. Forgot her birthday didn't you? Not to worry; we have a wide variety of soaps, sprays, and lotions. This month's special scent is Peach Nectar."
"I'm not looking for a gift. I'm looking for a person."
"Oh, well, if you need anything just ask," she said, a little upset.
" Don't worry, I won't," said John with a smile. Remy just had to be in the middle of that crowd; because if he wasn't he was lost." Pyro pushed himself into the crowd to find Remy shamelessly flirting with the girls that surrounded him as he asked them which lotion smelled the best.
" All right," Pyro yelled. " All of you can bugger off! I need to talk to Gambit alone!" A large sigh of disappointment was let loose as the crowd began to disperse. A few of them needed a little extra encouragement a-la- Pyro. After they had all gone to pretend to shop around the store Pyro had to deal with Gambit.
Gambit had his sleeves rolled up with a bottle of lotion in each hand. He was alternating between smelling the lotion in the bottles, his hands, and his arms.
"Gambit.what are you doing?"
" It smells like the forest! Smell, smell," Gambit shoved a bottle under Pyro's nose. John snorted and backed away like a dog who had just smelled something he should have left alone.
" What is that," Pyro demanded.
" Juniper Breeze. And this one," he shoved another one under Pyro's nose, " is Cucumber Melon."
" Very, um, nice," said Pyro, gently pushing the bottle away from his nose. " Is that what you have on your hands and arms too?"
" Oh no," Gambit said. " This one is raspberry sorbet," he pointed, " Cococabana, Peach Nectar, and Sweet Pea."
"Woah, sounds like you've got dessert on your arms." Gambit stared at him. " So, now that you've tried the many flavors offered here we can go now, right?"
"Wrong."
"What?"
" You have to help me choose; I can't decide."
" You want me to what?"
" Choose a scent for me, please!"
" No!"
"Yes. Here, just smell these," he handed Pyro the bottles, " and my hands and arms."
"I am NOT smelling anything on your body!"
"Very well." Before Pyro could move Gambit quickly applied multiple lotions on various locations on Pyro's hands and arms. " Remy just thought you would not wish to smell pretty, but since you refused to smell what was on Gambit," the Cajun shrugged. "Well, go ahead," Gambit urged, " smell them and tell Remy which you like best"
Pyro glanced around, making sure no one was watching before sniffing his arms. " What's this one called," he asked, pointing to a spot on his hand.
Gambit leaned over and smelled the spot. " Peach Nectar."
"That one's nice. Get that one. I don't know why you couldn't have asked Colossus,"
"Because he's not her."
John eyed him," What do you mean?"
"He is not in the store." John's head almost did a 360 degree turn until he realized his head didn't go that way and had to move his entire body to look around.
"He's gotta be somewhere; so buy that stuff and let's find him." Gambit made his purchase, only stopping once to look at a whole basket of peach nectar merchandise.
Walking out of the store Pyro looked left and then looked right, coming face to face, or better yet, face to chest, with Colossus, who was happily drinking a smoothie and holding a small shopping bag in one hand. "Thirsty," he asked, offering Pyro the cup.
"What is it," Pyro asked.
"Peach smoothie."
"Ugh, no," said Pyro, remembering the ordeal in Bath and Body. "And what is that," he pointed to the bag Colossus was carrying.
"Oh," Colossus reached in and pulled out a jar of glitter, " Pixie dust and a necklace."
"Please tell me those aren't for you."
"No, they're for my sister Illyana. It's her birthday in a week so I thought I'd pick up a present."
"Oh. Good. Let's go before we find out any other weird habits Gambit might have."
"Okay, but can we make a quick stop at the food court so."
"No," Pyro snapped, "We are going home."
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I'd like to take this time to tell you that I don't own Bath and Body or the flavors of lotion mentioned in this fic. Please don't hurt me! Do R&R though. I love reading your reviews! Until the next chapter.Bye!
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with a new puppy and had a terrible writer's block. It seemed as if my muse * cough_pyro_cough* was cheating on me and giving writing inspiration to someone else. So, without further adieu the next chapter for your enjoyment. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay. Now, Gambit, stay close and don't go wandering off."
"Why? Gambit is not a child," the Cajun protested.
"Because first of all I don't want to lose you in the crowd. And secondly I don't want to buy one of those kiddie collars that you Velcro around their wrist and Velcro the other one around your own. Not only because it would be incredibly embarrassing, but also because we already have one at home."
"Why don't you tell Colossus to stay close?"
"Because I trust him more than I trust you."
"Why do you not trust Gambit? Is not Gambit trustworthy?"
"No, you aren't. Sometimes you act like a two-year-old. Now let's go."
They hadn't gone far before Gambit spied Bath and Body. He tugged on Pyro's sleeve, hoping to change his mind about going inside, but Pyro didn't turn around. They began to get farther and farther away when Gambit decided to make a mad dash for it. If he hurried he could buy the lotion and come back before Pyro even noticed he was gone.
Pyro continued to look for a decent place to hold the auditions. It was so crowded. Maybe he would be better off making posters and holding them somewhere else at a later date perhaps, even though it wouldn't help his writer's block.
"Well, I guess this is it, mates. Where's a print shop so I can make some flyers and we can go home?" He turned around to face Piotr. He quickly looked to either side of the large man, hoping to spy Gambit. When he didn't find him he frantically looked around for him, hoping to see him somewhere near-by. No such luck. "Oh no! He's loose!"
"Gambit," Colossus called.
"Remy," Pyro cried, " Remy where are you?"
"Excuse me," an old woman asked, " I couldn't help but over hear. Have you lost your son?"
"Oh no, Remy's not my son."
"A nephew then. What does he look like?"
"He's got brown hair, red eyes with black, a little goatee, um, a little taller than me."
"How old is he?"
"I don't know, probably around 20;maybe a little younger. I'm not really sure, we never got into age."
"And he needs a babysitter," the lady asked appauled.
"Sometimes, but most of the time we just lock him up in a cage in the basement."
"You're inhuman," the lady gasped, striking him with her purse and hurrying off.
"I was joking," Pyro told Colossus. " Sabertooth's the one we usually have to lock up. The cage has got his name on it and everything. I was thinking of getting him a collar that said "kitty" on it but I thought that would be a little much. What do you think?"
Colossus stared at him. " You need psychological help. Do you know that?"
" I do not! My parents dragged me to a psychiatrist since I was five. Then I joined the Acolytes and stopped going since it never did me any good anyways. Now come on, we need to find Remy."
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Pyro fearlessly lead Colossus through the sea of people, keeping his own eyes peeled for any sign of the Cajun. "If I were Remy, where would I be?"
"Bath and Body," Colossus exclaimed. "Gambit wanted to get lotion!"
" That's right, he did! Oooh, I'm gonna get him for running off."
Pyro entered the store with extreme caution. Who knew what kind of monster disguised as a sales clerk, armed with a smelly spray might jump out at him from behind a display, and attack him. The coast seemed clear with a large crowd of people all clumped around something in the middle of the store. " I've just gotta find Gambit and get the heck out of her before someone."
"Hi," a perky sales clerk greeted from out of nowhere. " Welcome to Bath and Body. How can I help you, sir?"
" I'm looking for someone."
"Oh, a present for your girlfriend. Forgot her birthday didn't you? Not to worry; we have a wide variety of soaps, sprays, and lotions. This month's special scent is Peach Nectar."
"I'm not looking for a gift. I'm looking for a person."
"Oh, well, if you need anything just ask," she said, a little upset.
" Don't worry, I won't," said John with a smile. Remy just had to be in the middle of that crowd; because if he wasn't he was lost." Pyro pushed himself into the crowd to find Remy shamelessly flirting with the girls that surrounded him as he asked them which lotion smelled the best.
" All right," Pyro yelled. " All of you can bugger off! I need to talk to Gambit alone!" A large sigh of disappointment was let loose as the crowd began to disperse. A few of them needed a little extra encouragement a-la- Pyro. After they had all gone to pretend to shop around the store Pyro had to deal with Gambit.
Gambit had his sleeves rolled up with a bottle of lotion in each hand. He was alternating between smelling the lotion in the bottles, his hands, and his arms.
"Gambit.what are you doing?"
" It smells like the forest! Smell, smell," Gambit shoved a bottle under Pyro's nose. John snorted and backed away like a dog who had just smelled something he should have left alone.
" What is that," Pyro demanded.
" Juniper Breeze. And this one," he shoved another one under Pyro's nose, " is Cucumber Melon."
" Very, um, nice," said Pyro, gently pushing the bottle away from his nose. " Is that what you have on your hands and arms too?"
" Oh no," Gambit said. " This one is raspberry sorbet," he pointed, " Cococabana, Peach Nectar, and Sweet Pea."
"Woah, sounds like you've got dessert on your arms." Gambit stared at him. " So, now that you've tried the many flavors offered here we can go now, right?"
"Wrong."
"What?"
" You have to help me choose; I can't decide."
" You want me to what?"
" Choose a scent for me, please!"
" No!"
"Yes. Here, just smell these," he handed Pyro the bottles, " and my hands and arms."
"I am NOT smelling anything on your body!"
"Very well." Before Pyro could move Gambit quickly applied multiple lotions on various locations on Pyro's hands and arms. " Remy just thought you would not wish to smell pretty, but since you refused to smell what was on Gambit," the Cajun shrugged. "Well, go ahead," Gambit urged, " smell them and tell Remy which you like best"
Pyro glanced around, making sure no one was watching before sniffing his arms. " What's this one called," he asked, pointing to a spot on his hand.
Gambit leaned over and smelled the spot. " Peach Nectar."
"That one's nice. Get that one. I don't know why you couldn't have asked Colossus,"
"Because he's not her."
John eyed him," What do you mean?"
"He is not in the store." John's head almost did a 360 degree turn until he realized his head didn't go that way and had to move his entire body to look around.
"He's gotta be somewhere; so buy that stuff and let's find him." Gambit made his purchase, only stopping once to look at a whole basket of peach nectar merchandise.
Walking out of the store Pyro looked left and then looked right, coming face to face, or better yet, face to chest, with Colossus, who was happily drinking a smoothie and holding a small shopping bag in one hand. "Thirsty," he asked, offering Pyro the cup.
"What is it," Pyro asked.
"Peach smoothie."
"Ugh, no," said Pyro, remembering the ordeal in Bath and Body. "And what is that," he pointed to the bag Colossus was carrying.
"Oh," Colossus reached in and pulled out a jar of glitter, " Pixie dust and a necklace."
"Please tell me those aren't for you."
"No, they're for my sister Illyana. It's her birthday in a week so I thought I'd pick up a present."
"Oh. Good. Let's go before we find out any other weird habits Gambit might have."
"Okay, but can we make a quick stop at the food court so."
"No," Pyro snapped, "We are going home."
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I'd like to take this time to tell you that I don't own Bath and Body or the flavors of lotion mentioned in this fic. Please don't hurt me! Do R&R though. I love reading your reviews! Until the next chapter.Bye!