Rogue blinked, hard, and not in a way that signified a turning over of whoever held the reigns. The expression didn't suit her face. It belonged on one with higher cheekbones and a sharper chin (more attractive than her own, Rogue had always thought. Because of course Gambit's wife would be a classically gorgeous blond amazon...), but it came easily enough.
She was not amused.
"C'est quoi ce bordel, Remy?!" she snapped, hand whipping up in reflexes that Rogue had never learned to put his from her shoulder, with the precision of an Assassin and the flounce of a French girl.
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Date: 2010-03-19 08:15 am (UTC)She was not amused.
"C'est quoi ce bordel, Remy?!" she snapped, hand whipping up in reflexes that Rogue had never learned to put his from her shoulder, with the precision of an Assassin and the flounce of a French girl.
"Don't call me that!"