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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Off in the darkest corner of the barn, where it stood the sturdiest, was a little square made of some collected planks of wood, some loose pieces of metal, and a few thick tree limbs. Something that the Doctor and his companion couldn't have seen last night, in the darkness. But also, because it hadn't been there last night. And Gambit, who was laying on the couch beneath the small structure he'd made in the corner (to keep the light out) was leaning off the couch and looking out the open area (his door) to stare bleary-eyed at the Doctor as he sang. The Cajun would hang precariously off of that hidden couch for a moment before finally climbing all of the way off of it and walking on deathly silent steps, careful to make no sound at all on the floor. But he was still breathing.. however, if the Cajun was lucky enough, the Doctor wouldn't hear him as he approached cautiously and quietly.

Not until he reached out and clapped a hand down on one suited shoulder. "Le Docteur, you come to brin' me a house warmin' gif', non?" An absent gesture back to his little hand-made shack in the corner, before the Cajun grinned and released his friend, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He'd left his jacket on the couch, beneath his make-shift room. It was a little warm for the jacket, when there was no breeze, despite the nicer temperatures today.