Kaysi The Kool Kid

You tried your best to Quietly pad down the hall and then the stairs to the kitchen. You really didn't want to wake anyone, or disturb others who were still awake. You looked around the kitchen when your feet finally hit the cold wood of the floor. A simple cup of water should do the trick and solve the problem of your dry throat. You tried to quickly open the cupboard and retrieve a soft red plastic cup. Most and widely considered all of the cups were plastic or something simple since glass was so easily broken by other mutants. You yourself and even had to learn that the hard way. It was like a right of passage, an unpleasant one. You just filled the red cup with water from the tap, not really caring how good or healthy it was for you at that moment. And decided to throw a few ice cubes in because why not? You filled the tray back up, sliding it into its place in the freezer before finally taking a nice long refreshing sip from your cup. And while it may have just been tap water in a plastic bag with a few ice cubes, it was the most refreshing thing you had in hours. And the tiles of the kitchen also kept the area cool.

A hum from the other side of the kitchen startled you, almost spilling the water in the red plastic cup in your hands. “Mon chére, Good to see you here… I needed to talk t' ya anyway.” A smooth Cajun accent cooed. A shiver ran down your spine, you knew what he was talking about. Being a newer X-Men meant you wanted to make a name for yourself (pun intended). So why disrupt the rumor that you were topping the charismatic Louisiana man? But it wasn't such a good idea to agree and add to those rumors, now was it? The dim light from above the sink aluminates Remy’s form. He was dressed in next to nothing, which was understandable due to the heat, seemingly only sweatpants he cut just above the knee himself. You could even see his hair shine a little with sweat, and it added a glossy shine to the rest of his visible skin, your eyes trailed over his body. “What’s wrong, Macho Man? Don't think ya can handle little ol' Gambit, anymore?” He cooed mockingly as he cornered you against the kitchen island. “Remy…” His name came out as barely a breath. “That was just…” You paused, unsure if you should double down or just give up. You took a deep breath, straightening up and puffing out your chest a little. “It's not like I couldn't handle you. I could fuck you brainless if I wanted to.” You shot back confidently, a grin tugging at your lips now. Remy tilted his head at your cocky demeanor, but the Cajun was always two steps ahead. “Then give it a go, (Name)... Come on, I'm sure ya could handle me.” He backed you against the quartz kitchen island too, the edge dug into the flesh of your hips, rubbing uncomfortably against the bone there.

Remy doesn't mind your quirks and special interests.

He'll listen to you go on for hours about your new favorite hyperfixation. He will most definitely sit through every hour long slide show on your new favorite piece of media, only butting in to ask questions.

He definitely felt bad the first time he scared you with his mutation. When he first met you, he tried to impress you with a fiery hot pink explosion. He didn't know the noise would frighten you.

Nowadays, Remy always gives you a heads up on when he's gonna explode something.

He is always the king of naming things. Bring him a stuffed animal or figurine without one and within seconds he will have found the perfect title.

This also goes for when he forgets the names of certain behaviors you have.

"Mon chére, why are you... What are ya conundrum-ing about?"

In English, he was trying to figure out why you were stimming.

On another note, he had a terrible memory (probably due to all those lobotomies...)

And you tell him to remember something for you and you will never hear it again. He won't even remember if it was written on his face.

He will have to set a timer/reminder on something to remind himself what you had told him to remind you. It's a whole thing

Despite his forgetful memory, he remembers all your favorite things, like your favorite color, show, animal, ect

And Remy still loves to get you things. Occasionally "Getting" something from somewhere for you to play or fidget with. If it's something really important to either you or him, he'll buy it

"It reminded Gambit of his favourite Belle mutante..." Remy purred against your ear as his slipped a mysterious trinket into your open hands. When you looked down, peeking at it. You saw it was a soft fuzzy mochi toy of your favourite animal.

Remy also struggles to read the room, often cracking a joke at an inappropriate time. So that he can't help much with either.

But he can read you well. Even if you aren't speaking. He's able to tell if you're uncomfortable or confused.

Over all, Remy tries his damn hardest to make you feel welcomed and happy at the X-Mansion and wherever you go with him. He doesn't mind your quirks or behaviors. He's just happy you're you and with him. 💜 🃏🖤