"Course 'dey do-- and 'course I do. Lookit' ya." There was no denying that Gambit was just as physical. He needed that touch, he craved something physical. It didn't have to be sex.. contrary to popular belief, he really didn't sleep around that much. He liked to flirt, he liked to get close, he liked to touch and grasp and hold.. but it so very rarely ended up with him falling into bed with someone.
Not that he was telling anyone that. He liked his reputation.
"Killed y' fat'er?" There was surprise in his voice-- but they'd have to visit that later, as Gambit was peeling himself away and slowly crawling towards the chicken. When it didn't run, he carefully moved a hand out and pressed against the animal's side, pulling her in closer. Then he lifted her up and put her on his lap.
Huh.
She popped out and egg with a squawk, the mutant deftly caught it and turned it over in his hand before offering it back to Kylo behind him. What the actual fuck? "S'a chicken." Scooting back to the darker man, he'd keep the chicken in his lap and settle back in. The chicken seemed happy enough to make a home there in his lap, and Gambit was able to stroke a hand down her back.