#v; prochaine étape de l'évolution

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"No, stay where you are. I'll bring you some coffee." (from @down-home-charm )

Fluffy sleepy prompts

Clearly that danger room session had put him throught the wringer more than he cared to admit because he didn't even remember falling asleep on the couch of the rec room. Not hard- he'd started awake as soon as he'd heard the door open, but he certainly hadn't expected to be caught off guard. Remy cleared his throat, shifting lazily as though he hadn't actually been asleep.

"Dunno why would need coffee, sha. Just was restin' m'eyes. Lot's of flashin' earlier, should start wearin' m'shades in dere." That part wasn't exactly untrue, his eyes were exceptionally sensitive but he usually just ignored that in favor of free movement (and not wearing goggles like another team member).

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“ hold me, please. “ (from @down-home-charm )

Remy didn't question the request. It was not like Rogue to seek that much contact, let alone ask for it. If anything a demand might have been a little more in line with her character, so something had to really be bothering her.

Opening his arms, Remy pulled her in carefully, letting her hair provide enough of a barrier to safely rest his chin on her head.

"What got you outta sorts, petit?" Maybe she wouldn't answer, or brush him off, and he could handle that, was used to it, but he preferred if she would just open up a little so he could do something more. Not that he undervalued his willingness to touch her, he understood it was a big deal her even asking but it still felt like the bare minimum in his opinion.

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@suffcring

If there was somewhere he didn't want to be, it was Texas. More guns than there were people, and you could just keep driving, bored out of your ever loving mind despite a podcast, until the next city. Which was why the only choice was fly in, but even then the cities were huge.

This was of course a job, he couldn't drive the flashy car that he would prefer to make it more tolerable. Modest, boring gray Accent was what he had secured- which this particular rental company insisted was a compact and not an economy. His legs knew better, as did he, but the point was not sticking out, and having as little paper trail as possible. The rinky dink rental office had barely checked his false records because the stronger language was cash. All that really mattered was that he would be able to blend with traffic and the vehicle be well maintained, which it was.

Said car was now parked in the deck nearest the Valero office with the least amount of security he could find, ready for a non-hasty get away. The skimming program had already been slipped in via the server room, which had been a cakewalk to get to as far as he could tell...only he heard a noise that was most certainly not his own breathing.

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Remy didn't actually mind teaching people that wanted to learn. It was a good feeling- passing on knowledge and seeing gears click into place as someone got something. The fact he was mostly relegated to the sexual education of the students was not something that resulted in that. More often than not it was working on suppressing the shenanigans or working around squeamishness so it was nice to simply relate something and it be taken in without needing to carefully filter it.

Oui, she do be m'favorite suit f'obvious reasons," Remy chuckled. "Aight, so you has dat card, you know de card, person ya performin' for knows dere card." He smoothly gathered the spread cards back into a stack, offering the bottom of the stack for Hank to replace the picked card. "So now de picked card in de bottom of dis here deck. Which you gonna shuffle by pullin' two cards from top'n bottom at a time...only see how Ah ain' pullin' de 10 every time Ah do? Stays right dere on de bottom, untouched, even though it look like Ah be pullin' from de bottom."

He continued shuffling, as how much it was shuffled mattered not, the chosen card was always right where it needed to be. "See? You get me. Only 'propriate ways of usin' m'time, but won' say no more'n dat." It was all white collar crime anyways, particularly companies that funded unsavory causes, or collectors of Indigenous items. Karma will get you somehow. Sometimes karma employed him, although he only ever kept the money, and not even close to all of it.

"When you set de bar f'lil at you, Remy don' want no parts of whatever qualifies as big, homme." Unfortunately, plenty fit the bill and they were not all pleasant when the X-Men dealt with them.

Hank had his paw on his chin now, his glowing yellow eyes flicking back and forth with intense interest. There'd been a brief period when he'd been living in the brownstone with Isaac, Val, Bobby and Warren where he'd tried to pick up card tricks, but everything had been so damned chaotic that he hadn't had the time or the quiet to do it. And he'd been learning from a rather badly written book, too, rather than a walking ace like Remy. A good teacher made all the difference.

"All right, picking a card . . ." His fingers flicked curiously, before he dived in for a card from the far right of the arched line, flicking it up and revealing - "The 10 of Hearts. An appropriate suit, considering the intended purpose of the trick, and my teacher." He winked playfully.

"I've never known you to stay still, or to be indiscrete about precisely what you get up to, so I shan't ask questions and you shan't have to tell me any lies." The other man had a good heart, despite assumptions to the contrary - Hank trusted him implicitly. If he was thieving, he was thieving for good reasons. Probably. Or at the very least, reasons Hank could find good. Scott, less so.

"Oh, little old me? No tomfoolery, no - just a suite of upgrades for the Danger Room and Cerebra, as per. That, plus classes, visits up to the Peak, reserve calls for the Avengers . . . and, of course, the occasional spot of mischief, when the moment calls. What's the next part of the trick, mon ami?"

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[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[text:] how should I know?

[text:] maybe people noticed how nice my ass look in the new suit

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@summerxmelodies sent: ‘Mmph!’

Send ‘Follow my lead’ to pull my muse in for a kiss as a ploy to avoid detection. Alternatively send ‘Mmph!’ for my muse to pull yours in for a kiss as a ploy.

There were multiple reasons why someone might be looking at them a little too hard, whether it was the black eyes, or the blue hair, or something a little more sinister than simply being rude when it came to physical differences. Either way, he'd felt the eyes on them for long enough, and while perhaps cliche, and definitely a bit dramatic, he did know one of the easiest ways to ascertain why they were being watched was determine if PDA caused embarrassment or aggravation. Foolproof? No. But it did allow him to gauge something. It also tested something with Melody. "Follow m'lead," he said, and without waiting for a response he was pulling her in for a kiss.

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"You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?" From Spencer

@ifyoucatchacriminal

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

The question caught Remy slightly off guard, realizing that maybe he had gotten a little over zealous in how he was demonstrating how to better pin him by doing it to Spencer himself. He could feel Spencer's quickened pulse simply from the forearm he had leaned rather heavily onto the other man's chest, but he didn't quite back off. "Non. Still too fucked up f'you t'wanna torture yaself like dat..."

It wasn't a lie. He still didn't know how to get over breaking it off with Rogue, didn't want another scenario where he was begging to be let in. Remy was done with back and forth, hot and cold. At least that's what he kept trying to tell himself, he told himself he was done with everyone after that. But here he was, once more flirting with Spencer. If he was being honest with himself it was edging toward being even more forward than a simple flirtation, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for introspection today, or this week for that matter.

"Dat be a stupid thing to do." He finally eased up, but his dark eyes still lingered on Spencer's face. "And you ain' dat."

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"Non. Even if'n Ah wanted to, your sister just murder de hell outta me," Remy said with a wry laugh, shaking his head. He wasn't really making any threats, but there was that little part of him that was always concerned about guild matters spilling over into his other life.

"Just makin' plans t'go back home is all. Ain' nothin'."

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Usually Remy would be doing something more productive than simply walking the city but currently that's what he found himself doing. It wasn't as though he didn't have reason to find something to occupy himself lately, rather than simply sit around at home. He did, after all, have to stay sharp some kind of way. But once he'd gotten out his focus had become rather aimless, and he'd ended up doing more people watching than he had anything else. It wasn't as though there was going to really be anything worth taking for himself out of someone's pockets. Anyone walking around with a wad of cash in this area was likely on the way to someone unsavory that they answered to, and you didn't mess with that. Well, he could, but it wouldn't be in the open where a face could be attached to the job.

What he did end up noticing, however, was the form of someone looking as though he didn't want to be noticed. Suspicious, or just typical city dweller? Either way, he followed at a respectable distance, intrigued to know what it was the man was up to. A 180 turn always draws a level of suspicion in Remy. Either the other person saw something, or thought of something- either way, there's a degree of entertainment in finding out. And then when he got closer, he realized he was vaguely familiar. Surely that wasn't...

"Shouldn' you be in dat big ol' ugly tower Stark built?"

Months on the road had taken its toll on him, not that the archer was willing to admit it. His main focus had been moving from shitty motel to shittier motel before the Avengers could find him. Sleep was the enemy and he did everything he could to avoid it; bouncing between energy drinks and alcohol so fast it gave him whiplash. Not that he cared. He was too busy trying to outrun the nightmares and memories to think about the dangerous path he was hurtling down.

Clint had only managed to finish his first drink of the day before he had to pull his cap down further over his eyes and leave the bar. A news story about the ‘Missing Avenger’ came on the old tube television mounted on the wall in the corner of the open bar and he had no intention of getting caught. Not here. Not in…where the hell was he anyways?

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, the archer simply shoved his hands into his pockets and headed back towards his crappy little motel, only to change direction mid-step. There was nothing for him to drink back at the motel and the only way he would be able to bare being alone was with a healthy supply from the closet package store. It wasn’t too far out of his way but he knew he would be safer back in his room and away from the public eye.

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"Yellow is such a hideous color." Rabbit murmured, though if she'd meant for it to be heard is anyone's guess.

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Keen ears perked up, not even certain that he had been addressed. But if there was one thing he could notice, it was when shade was being thrown. The question was did it have to do with the news broadcast featuring another incident that the Unity Squad was cleaning up (well 'clean' was a touch generous, Rogue was definitely tearing that robot to pieces), or was it something else?

"What's wrong wid yellow? Too sunshine f'ya?"

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"Hold me, please" from Reb (do I know what I'm doing? Absolutely not)

@ifyoucatchacriminal

He wouldn't have expected the request to come from her. It wasn't like her to show she was vulnerable. He was very familiar with her confident, 'fuck around and find out' attitude. There was a clear reason why, he got it. He was not unfamiliar the need to draw lines with new people in a society that perceived you as other. And it wasn't as though Remy didn't have a track record for finding no-nonsense women attractive, he very much did.

It simply gave him the slightest of pauses to want to know why, but rather than press, he simply obliged. He shifted back into his seat and pulled her onto his lap, arms drawing around her securely but with mindful placement. He wasn't going to make this something it wasn't, that was lazy. Reb would initiate if that's what she meant.

"Whatchu think of comin' back home wid me, jus' f'a lil. See New Orleans 'stead of jus' me runnin' m'mouth. Ruin coffee f'ya though after ya have chicory coffee wid beignets."

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“You look exhausted.”

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Remy looked up from his desk, and blinked at Kurt. The voice had clearly been his but he hadn't been able to process that immediately. That was a bad sign. But it was in the middle of the day, he had obligations to fill. They wouldn't disappear just because he couldn't sleep. Sleep had been evading him lately with the nightmares and at this point he'd given up trying- instead working out and making heist plans in the quiet hours before he had to be teaching.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Early mornin'. Ain' you got... somethin' you s'ppose t'be doin'?"

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✗

to grab Remy and kiss him

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

He hadn't really seen it coming, on minute they were being extra flirty, the next, Tony was yoking him up, mouth practically crashing into his. Remy was far from complaining, however. The thief instantly matched Tony's energy, one hand grabbing a fistful of shirt while the other hooked into his belt, pulling him closer to Remy as he kissed the older man back. It was unsurprising his heart was already going a mile a minute, when was the last time he had really kissed someone? A hot minute. And speaking of hot, he was more than a little hot and bothered being slightly manhandled, and honestly the manhandling could be turned up and he would be still be okay with it.

"Was it one too many innuendos?" he teased as he pulled slightly away to breathe, voice already thicker with being reminded how much he found Tony attractive.

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"Here, hold this."

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"If Remy had a dollar for every time someone be handin' him a baby!" Alright so it wasn't like it happened every day, but it had happened often enough to where he was questioning what it was about him that made people just shove a tiny, helpless person into his arms. It was disconcerting. Nevertheless, he took the baby easily, smiling at them before shooting Tony a look. "Whose small fry is dis? I know dey ain' yours...less dey is'n you be keepin' secrets."

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@normallyxstranger Cont. from here

Remy was finding it difficult to contain the anxious energy, opting for pulling his playing cards out of his pocket, shuffling them with practiced habit- quietly, no unnecessary snapping of card against card. It took longer than he would have liked for an affirmative, but he was going to trust that Jamie knew what he wanted even if he was still dubious as to how much the pain was easing for him. "Den Ah stay." He move to darken the room further, unbothered by minimal light sources. "Jus' in case it wanna come back tho."

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Remy snorted at the implications of the choice language being used. Not shocking in the slightest. He dragged a hand down his face and took a deep inhale, already done with the situation. It never changed, and it wasn't going to.

"Henri know good'n well Ah don' pretend t'have any kinda control over your Maman. And Ah like livin'. Dat f'when you too old f'ya Maman t'blame me'n stick me like a pig in m'sleep." It was said jokingly but he could not deny he wasn't about to deal with that. It would be a waste of breath in his opinion.

"Tell him you busy'n Ah ain' got all day." There was plenty of time in the day to train but Henri did not need to know that.

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats sent: hang up de phone!

"But it's Nonc Henri." Belle replied, as if that explained everything. As if her uncle being on the other end of the line transcended her father's desires. And honestly, in Henri's mind it probably did.

"He says if you're gonna allow me t' spend half de summer with...what did you call her again? Yeah...I don't think I can repeat dat. Anyway...he says if you're gonna allow me t' spend half de summer with Maman and her people, den he and your family should get de rest of de Summer..."