𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

There was a soft creak on the hardwood outside the kitchen, and then a decidedly groggy voice drawling. "Oh, evenin'." Remy glanced at the clock on the wall, not even needing to squint in the darkness, before offering up a grin. It was an oddly dramatic change, how quickly his expression went from near dazed to downright friendly. "Or mornin' might be better, yeah? More accurate, 'least." The stranger smiled faintly at his own observation and padded for the sink. His steps were near silent on the tile despite his stature: he must've made that shuffling to let Evie know he was there.

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"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."

"I know." With a sigh, Remy raked a hand through his hair, only succeeding in shoving the chestnut strands further into his face. He gave up on the effort and let his hand drop to his side with a grimace. His expression had grown exhausted by the mere mention of the previously unspoken schism. "I'm tired of it too. Ah, garde, chère: anythin' you want to be knowin', I'll tell you." If Remy could look hesitant, he certainly did now. He wasn't used to making himself vulnerable like this, but he'd have to if he wanted to make things alright. They couldn't keep going like this forever.

Remy only shook his head at this, offering up one of his usual lopsided grins—if a tired one—and an easygoing wave of his hand. Not the first time he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep, and knowing him, it definitely wouldn't be the last. Tipping his head at the chaos and pausing to think, he added on in sign again. "I'll look." With that, he crouched to start putting papers into piles and straighten up chairs. Man, they really needed to find a better place to put their mission reports than the kitchen, but that was a problem for later.

Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.

"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."

"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."

Rogue gave him an amused look as she exited the Blackbird first. Ever the gentleman. Outside in the fresh air, she stretched her arms out and wished she could have just flown here without the jet. Using the Blackbird for one person was probably a waste of fuel, though. "You know, Remy, Ah do have some experience with sneakin'. Maybe not around secret hideouts or anythin', but Ah'd make my aunt madder than a hornet slipping out of the house all the time." She didn't often offer up stories like that, but she could make an exception for some playful banter. Standing in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and fixed him with a grin. "And as much as Ah love the gentleman act, sugah, you oughta lead the way Mister Master Thief."

Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.

"Yeah. There's a little hole in the wall, called Broussard's. Sound alright by you?" Lifting Anna's hand, he pressed a barely-there kiss to the back of it, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go. The car's blinker clicked in time with the radio as he turned off of Basin Street into the beginnings of the Quarter. Remy didn't even blink when someone cut him off in traffic, merging easily and turning into a parking garage. You could take Remy out of New Orleans, but he hadn't forgotten a thing, it seemed.

"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."