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All the right person has is fifteen dollars. Could I please have my bracelet back?

You know the fact you happen to be the X-Guy all the X-Girls like is enough, you can at least not try to steal my stuff.

[She's going to stare at him.]

Shirt. Now, Swamp Rat.

[ Bursts out laughing. ]

Really does that line ever work?

[ Blinks a moment since she was sketching the ivy creeping up the wall and now her sketchbook's not there. ]

My art isn't that good. [ It is, there are collectors that would pay 2k easy for the doodles in your hand Remy. She holds up her hand after smudging chalk on he cheek tucking the hair from her face. ] Would you please hand that back. It's private.

Where the hell did you put my bike?

[ Remy side steps to the railing, shifting his body at a ninety degree angle so that the top pole pushes roughly into his back. Her bracelet still hangs from his fingertip. ]

Priceless has really come down in value since the recession, no?

Yes, it really has. I think it's a shame, but I suppose the bubble couldn't last forever.

I also have a sandwich, but it's covered in hot peppers.

[ That causes a rasp chuckle, fairly good-natured all things considered, to emit in the deep of his throat. ]

`Dis is true, beautiful women flock my way -- but `dats not always a good thing. Most be jus` tryin` to kill me.

[ Pause. ]

An` let's be honest with ourselves, there's no 'try to steal your stuff', only 'have stolen your stuff'.

[ He's going to stare right back as the grin on his face gets even more 'shit-eatin` by the second. ]

That's not what I was talkin` about, chere, Gambit ta honorable of a man ta take your shirt. An` to prove dat, maybe he help you look for it. You know, after you apologize.

'Dats an insult to my pride, mon chere, `dat you would call it a line -- but also one time, yeah.

[ He looks almost introspective but you can spot the insincerity around the edges. ]

Though the girl be deaf so she either thought I said somethin` else or was probably jus` seduced by my superhero physique.

Hey now, 'dats no way ta talk about your art. You gotta `ave faith in your abilities, no?

[ He plops down next to her, setting down the sketchbook in front of him and taking a second to look at the ivy she was drawing before beginning to flip the pages because obviously invasion of privacy is nothing to him. ]

Pretty good, chere, maybe we split it and I only take half.

[ Remy makes poor choices. ]

The question really be 'why the hell Gambit look so much better on my bike than me?'

[ Her eyes flash more cat like as she snatches her book back before he can see the only sketches she has of her family. In doing so she exposes her wrist which looks like ir was burned by something, in a thin line all around it. ]

Would rather not. [ The book's pulled closer to her. ]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Ow, that had to be a bigger sting than me laughing. [ She tugs the strap of her guitar a little closer out of habit. ]

Let me guess, you're one of the ones that wears an X aren't you? [ Hey she's been around, hard to travel anywhere without running into a former X-man, Avenger or other hero types. ] Don't worry nothin' against heroes. Just I don't remember you in the circle I run in in NYC.

[She snorts a laugh]

You? Honorable? Aw, sugar. If y'didn't take my shirt, why're y'standin' in my apartment?

[This prompts irritated grumbling. Thank god he's wearing his Ant Man armour, he'd hate to have that pinched too.]

Well I want it back. Bad enough I had Black Fox trying to pull that crap without a guy like you trying. And I would like my stuff back without having to try to attempt to kick your butt. Mon Amethingie.

[This was a shitty idea, Remy]

I'm gonna give you five seconds to tell me where the hell my bike is before I get it myself.