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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Coul' be." He agreed quietly, breathing in deeply through his nose as he did, and rocking up onto his toes. A strange action, one the Cajun hadn't done in the Doctor's presence before. He balanced there a few long seconds, not even swaying before he settled fluidly onto his feet again. "I wan' check it out." The Cajun announced easily.

But after a few heartbeats, he turned his head to look directly at the Doctor, face partially obscured by the door as he had to look around it towards the alien. "You ever been so work' up, so angry, you wanna jus'.. I dunno. Ruin somet'in'? Make somet'in' hur'?" There. That question. That pinpointed it, the strange silence and lack of a smile that the Cajun was sporting. Gambit was angry. Rather angry, from the sounds of it, if that had been why he'd asked the question. He was angry at himself, of all things. He should have left. He should have walked away. He hadn't. What the hell was wrong with him? A hand curled up into a fist, glove taking on a soft glow, but then it subsided and he released the fist.

"You t'ink it's a trap, mon ami?" Finally, back on to topic.