Jan 25
@desuetmort dealt her hand ♣
“Ya still got dem heavy gloves on in dis kinda heat, chère?” Remy emerged from the door with some ice water and something folded up in his other hand.
He leaned against one of the wooden pillars of the veranda, eyes locked on the aforementioned accessories, “Exposure ther’py o’ whateva de Professor be callin’ it. It take a while sometimes…brought ya a lil somet’in so ya don’ have ta roast in da sun.”
Remy extended his hand out to her, shaking it a bit to unfurl what was now revealed to be a pair of black gloves. They were much thinner than the ones A-Yeong was currently wearing, but would still do the trick.
“Used ta be Rogue’s, she don’ need ‘em no mo’. Hopefully dey fit?”
