#fromxthexashes

“What the flark is that?” Rocket asked, not dare touching the concoction of knots and frizzy yarn presented before him.  It certainly wasn’t a well constructed sweater, in fact Rocket couldn’t tell it was clothing at all at first glance.  He assumed it was some sort of garbage, perhaps something she pulled out of a drain or a vent.  

To his horror, he realized it WAS clothing, and before Jean said anything Rocket’s eyes went wide as if noticed the size and it clicked what was going on.  His cheeks puffed as he exhaled deeply.  “Oh boy...” he muttered.

a meme i don’t remember ; accepting ; @fromxthexashes

“yeah it is but not with that attitude.“ and the young man smiles through and through at her words, and while his words are negative, his actions are different, as he is already removing his hoodie from his body and handing it to her. “honestly, i don’t understand the point of you having your own clothes if you keep wearing mine.” and then a short pause as he hands her the hoodie, a hand brushing over her hair and smiling. “though i wouldn’t mind seeing you just in my clothes, babe.” 

   after getting kicked out of squads so often simply because of his UNBEARABLE (that’s how they always worded it, pfft) personality, it was odd to step into something a little bigger and a little better. x-men seemed to be pretty inviting and xavier welcomed him — believed that remy could turn his life into a lighter direction. the cajun couldn’t say he was as optimistic and neither did others who lived in the mansion. 

   a thief, a filthy criminal. who was he kidding? they threw a look at him and they knew. as if there was a stamp on his forehead: not to be trusted. why should we trust you? you shouldn’t, simple as that. he wasn’t a changed man just because he decided to join another group, good as their intentions were. one of these skeptical faces caught his eye because of the raging red that framed it and turning on his heel, stolen apple behind his back, he brought himself to her like a sly wolf hiding his maws. “this is pretty far from y’ gran'mammy, li'l red,” sang out he, “i’d love t’keep y’ company,” and the short lived grin flashed open showing the row of sharp teeth. what a sneaky wolf, indeed. 

Literally my reaction: dat’s me