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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Now, the Cajun was not the Doctor. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Normally, he liked to watch people fight because it gave him some sort of sick enjoyment. But he knew Logan, and he liked to think that he had the gist of what the Doctor was like, so Gambit found himself in the very strange and awkward position of wanting everyone to get along (God, the Doctor must have been running off on him-- he needed to wash himself before the I'm-A-Nice-Guy infection made it through his skin and into his blood stream. He had no interest in being one of the 'good' guys. But he found himself straightening up again and handing off his nails to Ianto, before speaking.

"Pardonnez-moi. I know 'dis ain' my place, an' I know wha' I'm gonna say migh' not be welcome, but maybe it help anyway, non? Docteur, I know 'dis man," He gestured in a rather dramatic way back to Logan. "He jus' need to blow off some steam, he buck au'ori'y at every turn 'cause he don' like to be tol' wha' to do, nor be scol'e'. Je suis désolé et il est désolé. We gon' behave, ain' gon' be no figh'in', him tryin' to make me into a shi'sh'kebob, 'das jus' his way o'tellin' me he love me, non?" That part came with a smile, before he turned to Logan.

"De Doct'r, he a frien'. You gotta trus' him. Ain' gonna do no'tin' to hur' us, an' he jus' un'er a lotta stress, like you, d'accord? You an' me, we rumble later, non? I let you kick my ass." He pointed some, but was smiling away, before turning to look at Jack.

"An' you. Stop checkin' ou' my ass while I'm ben'in' over. Lil' missus righ' 'dere. He gon' see." My God, was Gambit really trying to play nice? Yes. Yes he was.

"An' we gon' need some trees. You t'ink you coul' cut down ten an' drag 'dem here? Tall ones. 'Dey stab'lize 'de place." He had no idea if they'd stabilize anything or not, but he was sure they could use them fore firewood, if nothing else. And it'd give Logan something to take out his aggression on. Slicing down trees would be therapeutic. "I know ain' no one here actin' like uh chile' but me. Righ'? I promise Yan'no gon' keep an eye on me, I ain' gon' misbehave." That was promised to Logan, with an easy, charming smile from the Cajun. "I do, you spank me la'er, non? S'il vous plaît?"


[*Translation: I'm sorry and he's sorry. -- and the last bit is "Please?"]