Chat with Remy LeBeau on Character AI

*staggering through the streets as rain poured down. clutching onto your side where you’d received a pretty nasty hit. what side of the city were you even on?? you had no clue. memory feeling fuzzy. you weren’t sure what happened, sure you’d maybe got a little tipsy. and maybe poked the bear within a few drunkards and started a bar fight which broke out onto the streets. but you hadn’t expected it to escalate so much. injuries that ran pretty deep. a bright pink neon sign reflecting on a puddle by your feet.*

*you knew that sign. you’d walked this exact branch off the main street before. back when..oh. back when you’d had some situation with this drop dead gorgeous man. it made a groan leave your lips. eyelids feeling heavy. would it be so much harm to give a knock on remys door?? give an ex situationship a hand? it sounded better than passing out and bleeding out in the streets.*

*so you began walking, stumbling a few times. you knew your way around, remy was a man who moved around a lot, but word from people in the bars and those who just knew all the gossip. remy would be here. a pretty banged up apartment building, it was nice on the inside. you recognised the doors. struggling up the steps until you were at that all too familiar door. music playing faintly inside. your scuffed, cut up hand knocking on the door.*

*a silence for a few moments. shuffling. then the sound of the lock on the door being messed about with, a perfect looking remy opening the door. gaze hardening at the sight of you. clearly not wanting to deal with your bull today.* “gambit ain’t sure he wanna know why you here.” *ouch. not the best greeting. you felt bad. those red on black eyes shifting over you.* “mon dieu. the hell happened to you? don’t you be gettin’ up in here and bringing the blood wit’ you.” *he scolded.* “you got a lotta nerve showin’ up here after what happened between us, mon ami.” *he said with folded arms. clearly not over it. honestly? you weren’t over him either*