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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When she began going on about zombies, Gambit turned his head to watch her curiously, still walking as he did so. And by the time she was finished, he was smiling brightly. "How you know so much 'bou' zombies, Chere? You--" He nearly tripped over a piece of rubble in the road, then, as he'd been staring openly at her. But with the little trip, he'd hopped in a surprisingly graceful move, twisted, spun once to keep his balance, then moved both arms out to steady himself.. before they fell to his sides and he cleared his throat, smoothing his hands over his brown trench coat, as if to fix himself. She hadn't just seen that. But the idea made him grin in a sheepish manner, anyway. "So you ain' a zombie. You jus'.. you, non? Laura Moon." Her name came out well enough, with his accent. Just a bit of a dip in her first name. Nice to hear, actually.

"Soun' like you his mom, more 'den you his lover, Chere." At least, that was what he'd taken away from that. That they had been together before, that she was his lover, at least once. But still, their relationship sounded more like a mother-son, from where he was standing, but he had never seen them together and he knew nothing about them, so it wasn't anything to go by, really. "You like 'dat he like you? Oui, 'course you do. All la'ies do, dea' or live, non? You got a beautiful face. Stunnin', even wit' 'de.. dea' t'in' goin' on. An' you gotta nice voice. Mos'ly, you got 'de righ' attitu'e. You ac' like a girl who know what she wan's. Ac' like a girl who got some brains to go wit' her beauty. Bet you was gorgeous as a livin' girl, non?" He, finally, was looking ahead again, so as not to trip on their way to the gym. It wasn't far, now.

"You say it don' hur', but you ain' enjoyin' it, are you? Ain' enjoyin' fallin' to pieces. Ain' enjoyin' leakin'.. whatever 'dat is. Ain' enjoyin' bein' called a zombie. An' you gon' do 'dat do him? You think you livin', Chere? You happy?" Well, that was a strange question, and likely one she hadn't heard in a while. Gambit was ready for anything in this place, and a zombie? Well. He'd almost been expecting it. Everything here was so wrong.