โYโknow me, ๐ ๐๐๐. I willing to go anywhere you go.โ
Gambit takes a bite as well, some cheese dripping onto his chin as he gnaws it up.
โLetโs hope I can get through tโthem. If not, at least you gonโ be there.โ
โYeah, n' they call me the ๐๐ค๐๐ช๐. I get t' bring who I want and you're it. If you wanna.โ
Her bite of pizza gets her a mozzarella cheese pull worthy of a commercial. โYou might be able t' charm the socks off'a them Morlocks. Don't know anybody else who could dodge a fight.โ
โSometimes they be takinโ it too far. I know they mean well, butโฆโ
Shrugging, he turned to her and arches a brow in response, both surprised and not by her.
โYou want me to go? They usually be sayinโ Iโm a loose cannon, chรฉre.โ
โMorlocks took a hostage. Can't exactly blame 'em 'cause they're just doin' what the rest of us ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ t' do ta bullies, but enough's enough.โ
She sits beside him, snatching a piece for herself. โI want ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช t' go with me.โ
// hey all, sorry for not being here for a minute. Work was killer and I had a lotta shit happening with friends visiting and all. Should be able to be here a bit more.
Taking a seat beside the box, Gambit holds the bottle between fingers, dangling it gently. His dark eyes focus on her, brows knitting in curiosity.
โWhat kinda damage control?โ He asks, reaching down to take a slice of pizza and raise it to his mouth.
She sets up in her messy little bedroom, setting the greasy box down on the edge of the mattress.
Gloved fingers take the ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ฃ beer bottle.
โSo...I'm gettin' shipped out for a li'l damage control tomorrow.โ Nothing like dropping a mission over a pizza and drinks.
Opening one of the beers with a ๐ ๐จ๐๐, Gambit raises it to his lips for a small sip before following his southern belle.
โI ainโt ever gonโ turn down some pizza.โ
She'd gone to fetch the boxes of pizza. A few get left on the counter to feed the rest of the mansion, but she leaves one in her grasp.
โYou hungry, Sugah? We can take this one n' hide somewhere. N' before you ask: No, it don't got ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ก๐ on it.โ
Oh, that look. She better stop, she knows how he gets.
โOn it,โ Gambit says as he opens the fridge, grabbing a beer with each hand before shutting the door with his foot.
Fixes him with a ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ before the doorbell chimes.
โI got a replacement, don't you worry. ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ช๐ง Domino's is gonna have to do. Grab two o' Logan's beers, would ya, Sugah?โ