lebeau

remy grumbles and follows after pietro with a chagrined expression.  “ but, pietro, ” he whines, plastering himself over pietro’s back and working on his best puppy dog eyes.  “ ororo is goin’ to think i’m ignoring her.  you don’t want that, do you ?? ”  he peels himself off of pietro now -- “ if you go get it for me, i won’t let the kids pickpocket you at all.  or i’ll warn you like a week in advance so you can make traps. ” 

   “ jus’ how mad would you be at me if i told you i left my phone at home today ?? ” remy asks casually, hip against the wall.  he gives pietro a once-over that just barely gives way to his ecstatic amusement.  “ look a’ you -- we gotta get you a whistle, complete the ensemble.  how many kids y’think you’re gonna yell at ??  ”