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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

(Chris says to skip Ianto once and when we come back around, she'll take her turn!)
The poor group of men. None of them really had any idea how to deal with Logan, did they? For that fact, none of them had any idea how to deal with the Cajun. Guilting him certainly didn't work, the red-head had enough guilt to last him the Doctor's lifetime. He wouldn't care about adding a bit more onto the pile.

He'd just laid down comfortably on that couch when that (dangerous) hand snapped in and grabbed a fistful of his hair, and the Cajun let out a short, loud noise of pain, but was scrambling off of the couch and quickly out of his little hand-made house, his partially gloved hands coming up to grab at Logan's wrist and pull it away, before rubbing at his head and the offended hair there. "Ain' gotta be like 'dat, homme. Je crois que vous m'avez juste cassé." But he was grinning. How anyone could smile through being pulled out of his happy home, by his hair, was beyond most people. It was almost like he was expecting it. Almost like he was enjoying this whole.. mess. And both counts were true, really.

The Cajun knew Logan intimately, even from just the few months they'd worked together. They had instantly clicked, he and the other mutant, and they'd instantly started fighting. But oddly, both of them watched out for the other. They had a strange relationship, one that Gambit both appreciated and loathed. But having Wolverine around in some capacity, was almost nice. Almost. He continued rubbing his gloved hand through his hair, against his sore scalp.

Really, he was pleased that Logan had come in there and hauled him out. He'd wanted to help, but he couldn't just.. help them. If he did, then everyone would want his help, and he couldn't handle being one of them. No. He'd never wanted to be one of the good guys. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. The good guys and he never got along, not really. Then again, he and the 'bad guys' never really got along, either. The Cajun's life was complicated. "You manhan'le me like 'dat, mon ami, 'dey gonna know 'bou' us." The red-head then jerked a thumb at the other mutant. "He like to be all manly." Playfully jabbed.


[*Translation: I think you just broke me.]