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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 10:07:44 GMT -5
"If 'e begged, I would've castrated 'im," Belladonna smirked slightly, examining her hand. There was a couple of spots of blood where the plasma had burst through her palm, but nothing that really bothered her. "Y' can go find 'im 'nd blow 'im up if y'want t'..."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 10:17:54 GMT -5
Remy smirked. " 'aven't changed a bit," he said with a laugh and looked in the general direction of where the man hand scrambled to. "I'm tempted... but unfo't'nately I 'ave t'be good fo' a little bit..." he paused, "alrigh' maybe not good but 'least semi-functional in society."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 10:23:01 GMT -5
Belladonna grinned. "I never t'ought I'd see de day when Remy LeBeau would be good-ish." She laughed softly. "It's a sign o'de apocalypse. Or 'ell is freezin' over. I'm not sure which..."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 10:27:27 GMT -5
"Oh har-har," Remy said with a role of his eyes. "Wha' good am I if I'm in jail?" he pointed out with a smirk.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 10:29:58 GMT -5
"What good are y'now?" Belladonna smirked at him. "Really don' see much o'a difference..."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 10:34:01 GMT -5
Remy grabbed his chest as if he'd been stabbed. "Y' wound me so," he said with a fake wince before composing himself. "Y' always seem t' fo'get dat Remy is quite de useful one... oh wait... non... y'never saw dat... y'were too busy tryin' t' kill yo' husband, aka moi, t' see dat."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 10:40:33 GMT -5
Belladonna rolled her eyes. "Like I said if I was tryin' t'kill y', y'd be dead. 'Nd de only t'in' y'did worthwhile den was cook. Y'don' cook for m'no more... 'nd thus y'don' do anyt'in' useful."
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 10:45:55 GMT -5
"Well I didn' know it was required fo' me t' go an' cook my ex-wife dinner," he said with a laugh. "One day I'll cook fo' y' again... y'never know... now dat y' can stomach my presence and whatnot," he teased with a smile. "Really t'ough? Cookin' was all y' liked. Not my manly good looks? My dashin' smile? My 'eart o' gold? Jus' my cookin'? Dat's it?"
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 10:48:52 GMT -5
"De cookin' 'nd de eyes," Belladonna shrugged slightly. "Ot'er 'en dat... I don't t'ink we ever got t' really know each ot'er..." She grinned brightly at him.
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 11:12:12 GMT -5
"Hrm... well de eyes do 'ave dat effect. Don' t'ink I would 'ave kept y' 'round fo' a whole year if it weren' fo' dem," he said with a laugh. "Hrm... non, we didn'."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 11:19:36 GMT -5
Belladonna shrugged slightly. "Oh well, don' know anyt'in' 'bout most de guys I sleep wit'... den again, I don' marry dem, neither..."
Rogue knew Hank was going to kill her when she got back. But it had been her turn to buy groceries, and she didn't want to ask someone else to do it. Not when it was her fault that she was hurt and supposed to be in the infirmary.
She'd stopped dead at the end of the aisle when she heard Remy. And he was talking to some other girl. Frowning, she looked at the shopping list while trying to over hear what they were talking about.
Married? He was married... she tried to comprehend the whole situation. So, maybe she had been right in thinking that he didn't trust her...
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 11:25:20 GMT -5
Remy laughed. "Dis is true... den again... I don' t'ink it would 'ave worked if y' 'ad gotten t' know me in de firs' place... I would've just proven too irresitable fo' y'," he teased with a grin. He of coarse was unawaire of Rogue being there. " 'sides, I don' t'ink any ot'er man would've been able t' tie y'down."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 11:33:28 GMT -5
"Too irresitable?" Belladonna laughed. "In yo' dreams, cher. 'Sides, if I 'member correctly, my pere 'ad t'blackmail me int' marryin' y'... 'nd I still got dragged down t'de church." She grinned at him.
Rogue watched them from the corner of her eye, trying very hard to keep her emotions under her control. Because killing Remy in the grocery store would be almost as bad as having a nervous breakdown.
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Post by vapor on Jun 1, 2006 11:36:52 GMT -5
"Don' lie... once y' saw dese big reds y' couldn' wait fo' de 'I do's," Remy said with wink. "An' 's'not like Jean-Luc didn' twist my arm eit'er. I was in my prime."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 11:43:15 GMT -5
"Oh, like I was dat bad t'be married t'... ot'er den dat whole shootin' t'in'..." Belladonna smirked at him.
Rogue carefully made her way closer to them, trying to keep her face hidden. There were voices in the back of her head telling her what a jerk he really was, but she tried to ignore them, digging her nails into the newest cut to scare them into silence.
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Post by vapor on Jun 2, 2006 0:27:56 GMT -5
"Y' didn' really talk t'me t' be hones'... only t' eit'er shot at moi... or t' tell me t' cook," Remy said with a laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. " 'least y' tried to kill me less after de firs' mont'."
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Post by Analyse on Jun 2, 2006 0:36:38 GMT -5
Belladonna smirked slightly. "We didn' 'ave much t'talk 'bout," she pointed out. "Ot'er 'en dat whole Guild t'in'... 'nd mebbe dat producin' an heir t'in' we never got 'round t'. Dat may 'ave required m'shootin' y'less, t'ough."
I'm being stupid, Rogue repeated over and over in her head. They obviously didn't like each other if she shot him. And he didn't tell me because... it was embarrasing? She still couldn't come up with an answer as she pulled her fingers from the wound, careful not to rip any stitches. Turning, she moved to walk away, wanting to put her trust in Remy. Unfortunetly, she clipped a display of oranges and the whole thing tumbled onto the floor, alerting everyone to her presence.
Slowly turning a deep shade of red, she started to pick the oranges up. Today would have been a very good day to stay in the infirmary like I was told.
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Post by vapor on Jun 2, 2006 6:31:26 GMT -5
"I t'ink I would've enjoyed dat waaaaaaaaaaaaay mo' dan gettin' shot at back den," Remy said with a laugh before. He heard a crash off to the side and took a step to turn around, stepping on an orange and sending him to slip backwards. He landed directly on his tailbone with an "oof". He rubbed his back end for a second before he looked over to the source of oranges to see a very familiar looking woman there, picking up oranges. A woman that looked very much like.... "Rogue?"
Now was one of those very rare moment when Remy LeBeau felt like a jerk when it was 100% true he had done nothing wrong. Or at least nothing wrong to get him in trouble in this particular situation where the ex-wife and the current girlfriend met. Of coarse, Remy hadn't managed to bring himself to say anything other than Rogue's name, he just sat there on his butt looking absolutely dumbfounded.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 2, 2006 7:47:41 GMT -5
Belladonna arched an eyebrow, offering Remy a hand back up. "Y'know 'er?" she asked softly. Not that she much cared. After all, she knew that he was probably seeing other people, and she hadn't even really cared about him seeing other people while they were married. It just hurt her pride a little, which could probably stand to be taken down a notch or two. "D'y' want m't' leave?"
Rogue looked up when Remy said her name, sitting on her knees and just staring at him. After a moment, she averted her eyes to look at the oranges that had scattered across the floor, most of them look smushed enough that she'd have to pay for them. Sighing softly, she carefully started piling the mostly undamaged oranges back on the stand. Goddamnit, I'm such an idiot...
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Post by vapor on Jun 2, 2006 7:56:57 GMT -5
Remy did another double-take before taking the offered hand. "Ma petite amie (my girlfriend)," he said quietly in French as he got back up. He was somewhat unaware of any pride hurting at the moment aside from his. Two women that he was sure hated him, now not only in the same grocery store, the same section, but now only a few feet from eachother. Dis isn' awkward at all, he thought to himself sarcastically. "Y' don' 'ave to," he said in a shockingly quiet tone.
He rubbed his backside as he he bent over to start picking up some oranges. "Need some 'elp cher?" he offered
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Post by Analyse on Jun 2, 2006 8:10:08 GMT -5
Belladonna shrugged slightly, watching him. "Don't t'ink she'd want me 'ere," she murmured quietly, picking up a couple of oranges and bagging them. "Not dat she's really sayin' much..." she frowned slightly, keeping her voice low so not as to offend the girl. The girl in front of her was not Remy's usual type, but then, maybe she was usually more alive. It wasn't like Belladonna was seeing the poor girl at her best moment.
Rogue looked up at Remy wide-eyed, not quite finding the words to accept his help for a minute. "Um... yeah," she cursed the bit of Southern accent that had tinged the words. She'd never quit gotten rid of it completely, but it seemed to get stronger the more upset she was. Of coure, she had just been humiliated, in front of her boyfriend and his ex-wife no less.
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Post by vapor on Jun 2, 2006 8:16:31 GMT -5
Remy grimaced at Belladonna's words. "I'll pro'ly see y' later den," he said quietly as he continued to aide Rogue. How long had she been there? Was she listenning the whole time? The Southern Tinge was stronger now... meanning she was upset. "Somet'in' bot'erin' y'?" he asked in a calm tone as he continued to put back oranges.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 2, 2006 8:25:56 GMT -5
"Oui, I'll take y'out t'dinner sometime, make up for shootin' y'or somet'in'," Belladonna nodded slightly, patting his shoulder lightly before she turned to leave.
Rogue shook her head slightly. "Ah'm just embarassed," she muttered softly, running a hand through her hair. "Thanks for helpin'..."
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Post by vapor on Jun 2, 2006 8:32:25 GMT -5
Remy waved at Belladonna before looking back to Rogue. "Why yo' embarassed cher?" he asked the blunt question considering he was pretty sure that Rogue wouldn't have normally been so embarassed about knocking something over. " 's'no problem cher," he offered with a slight grin. This was awkward. Yeeaup. Nice and awkward.
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Post by Analyse on Jun 2, 2006 8:39:24 GMT -5
Rogue shrugged slighly, standing up and looking away from him. "Ah... don't know. Just didn't want ya ta see meh like this..." She wrapped her arms around her waist, noticing that most of the oranges were picked up anyway. "Ah sorry for scarin' her off..."
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