Who: Sabo & Gambit (1610) What: Sabo brings Gambit his gloves. When: After this. Where: Gambit's apartment. Rating: High for language and violence. Status: Closed - In Progress
Gambit had woken up in his own apartment-- Harry comfortable enough to allow him to sleep there. The wizard would manage the fire when and if it started, but he'd needed sleep, so Gambit had been sent to his own apartment. The Cajun didn't dare go back to the TARDIS like this. He didn't want to set her on fire.
Thankfully, he'd woken without setting anything aflame. When he'd rolled out of bed and grabbed a shirt, though, he'd charged it up.
His bedroom now had a nice burn mark on the floor.
Great.
So he'd called Sabo, who was now on his way over. With his gloves.
Thank God he had his own power back. At least he knew how to keep himself from doing anything terrible like this. Props to Sabo, because there was no way he could control that shit, it'd been insane!
He danced from foot to foot in his apartment, waiting to hear Sabo coming up those stairs. Man, he needed to pee. And he needed to figure out what was wrong with him. He'd just started.. spouting the truth. When Sabo had asked, he'd told him exactly what he thought. And that? That wasn't good for anyone.
Hopefully, he could just keep himself locked in his apartment until this passed.