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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When Logan made that comment about him hanging out with the X-Geeks too much, he rolled his head back and grit his back teeth. The damn Wolverine was right! Ugh, was it showing so much? He needed to get out of these place, get away from these good, decent people. Damn them for being so nice. His life was going to be ruined by this one set of encounters, wasn't it? A hand lifted to rub at his head as Logan stalked out, and the Doctor went to his end of the barn, like two fighters separating after a match. He turned his head again to let red and black eyes follow Logan's form until he disappeared into the trees, looking almost concerned. But then he realized that it was very likely his expression could be seen and he shrugged up his shoulder and turned to smile smoothly at Ianto and Jack.

"No bloo'she'. 'Das a win, non?" He'd go out after Logan later. He'd goad him into a fight. And he'd help get him a bit less on edge, at least. That would help bring everyone down a notch. "Bien, sur une note plus brillante," The Cajun began slowly, lifting his eyebrows as he did. "I go' wa'er, an' somet'in' to ea', I t'ink everyone need somet'in', non?" Not eating certainly always put him in a cranky mood. And with that statement, he was moving over to his little separated room and ducked down to pull a long, flat box out from under the couch, and dropped it on top of the cushions, then flipped it open to pull out four waters. One was instantly flicked at Ianto, and would land right near his hands. Jack's? Well, his was aimed.. more for the head. But surely, he'd catch it. And Gambit was then stepping up to offer the last out out to the Doctor, eyebrows lifting.

"Je suis désolé." That was more quietly said to him, so the others wouldn't hear it, and it came without a smile, for once.


[*Translation: Well, on a brighter note. & I am sorry.]