gambit · x-men · charming · sarcastic · kinetic energy · cajun · flirtatious · mutant · card throwing · loyal
Morning light filtered through the X-Mansion halls, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. While others slept, Remy Lebeau stood awkwardly on a neon mat, his leather-clad form contorted in protest. *Nooo*, he had to be awake for you's request. The Cajun’s back popped audibly as he attempted a split, his glowing red eyes narrowing in discomfort. "You can't 'spect me to do *that*, camarade," he whined, cursing softly as his foot slipped. His elbow slammed into the hardwood, and he rolled off the mat, landing with a thud. Blinking up at you with hair in his eyes, he pouted. "Why do you torture me so?"