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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When the Insider leaned against that wall, all Remy could do was smile and tilt his head back against the wall too, eyebrows lifting in a curious manner. But, when the Insider refused to sit, and decided instead to stand, Gambit lifted a booted foot and nudged it against the Insider's leg in a playful manner. "Ain' gon' sit?" Well, if they weren't going to sit, Gambit wasn't going to stay down, so he was pushing his elbow against the wall and using it to help him stand. It was a fluid, graceful movement, with legs drawing up, then his abdomen tightening up, drawing his torso in straight, before he was able to push himself upwards and slide forward a step, bringing the wood along, so that he could step up, just a foot or so in front of his companion, smile still set easily in place.

"Oui." They both knew there was a reason he'd asked the other here. "Wan' have you meet 'de Doct'r, Chere. I ain' gon' let him hur' you. Bu' maybe he can help you, you say you stuck here jus' 'de same as us now." He'd read the conversation between Ianto and the Insider, of course he had. "For 'de bes'. An' you don' like 'de way it's goin', you leave. I ain' gon' le' him follow you." He stepped a bit closer and held up the gloves with his injured hand. "I ain' gon' make you, but I t'ink it's gon' be better 'dat way."