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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When Ianto showed up, the red-eyed mutant flashed him a grin and lifted his chin in a up-nod to say hello. Strange Cajun, but he didn't interrupt their conversation, not yet. He didn't have to, really, because Wolverine was showing up just a moment later and doing it for him. And Remy took a moment to look him up and down. Not a scratch on him. What he wouldn't have given to have that power along with his own. Maybe his shoulder wouldn't be killing him right now. It'd pass in time, of course, but right now? Right now it wasn't any fun, and the bruise was large and visible on his exposed shoulder. The Cajun was, of course, in just a tank-top, without his coat today (it was helping conceal the food he'd collected up.

And it was at that moment that he hoped all the plastic wrappers were enough to keep Who's-Nose-You-Knows from finding it. He really wasn't interested in sharing right now. He would, eventually, he knew he'd have to.. but he wanted to do it on his own terms.

"Gla' to see you ain' dea' yet, Logan." The name sounded strange on his lips, he'd never called him that before, not really. It'd always been 'Wolverine'. But since everyone else here called him 'Logan', well.. he'd go with the flow. But he also couldn't resist the jab that came next, at Ianto, after noticing his mis-colored rain slicks. One green and one yellow. Now that was amusing.

"I woul'a gone wit' pink, mon ami." At least Ianto hadn't been here for the 'fruits' comment made earlier.