Remy LeBeau (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ace_of_clubs) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
"Oui. An' your book. An' some paintin's." Cooly, from Gambit. And if the Doctor looked at him curiously, he'd shrug his shoulders up and flash him that same easy grin. "I saw 'dem. She hoarden' 'dem. T'ief." He accused light-heartedly, before turning to look back at his little room, studying it a moment as the Doctor asked where he'd found the Twinkie. Only then did he spin around in a graceful motion to look once again at his companion. "Foun' it." He'd found it, along with all of the other remaining pieces of food in the Convenience store. And he'd taken every. single. bit. of it, down to the left over water bottles and sodas that hadn't been ruined. And he'd hid them. Yes. He'd hid them. In his bedroom, under that couch.
And no, he wasn't giving them up.
"You t'ink you gon' fit everyone in here, Docteur? How you gonna divide up rooms so 'dat everyone don' en' up figh'in' on ano'ter?" He could already tell that not everyone got along with everyone else in this place. Gambit, though, tried to get on with everyone, all the time. It was a defense mechanism. People weren't going to kill you if they liked you, generally. Sometimes that rule wasn't always a rule.. but for the most part..